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I will call myself Nomsa Motha*. It is not my real name and I will tell you why I do not reveal it. I am 32-year-old mother of two. I am living positively with HIV and AIDS. But I have one problem.
With many of us still battling with stigmatisation, I have had a hard time revealing my status to my in-laws.
My husband knows about my status and he is ok with it. But I worry about his relatives and whether they will accept me with the disease I am living with or if they might push him to leave me.
I already lost the father of my first child when I told him I was diagnosed with HIV.
I found out about my status in 2004 when my second baby, a daughter I had with my first lover, died at three months.
I was devastated by her death. I had gotten so close to her and parting broke my heart.
I had not suspected that she could have died of HIV. But at the hospital it was revealed that my baby was infected with HIV and had died of an HIV-related illness.
The nurses and doctors advised me to go for HIV counselling and testing. I did and the result came back positive.
I was still hurting and mourning my baby. The results just terrified me. I thought I was going to die just as she had.
Then I had to tell my partner about the HIV status and that it had taken our baby’s life. He walked out on me just when I needed his support. I was depressed.
Fortunately my family members were supportive. They were there for me throughout the grief of losing a baby and a partner.
The baby was later buried and my health began to deteriorate. I went for a tuberculosis (TB) test in a nearby clinic and the result came back positive. I thought that was it. It was just a matter of time before I got sick and eventually died, I told myself.
But I was surrounded with people who cared about my wellbeing and they encouraged me to take my TB treatment so that I could start taking antiretroviral treatment (ART) afterward.
Truthfully, I took part in all the treatments just to please everybody who encouraged me.
But the turning point was the day I met a woman in the corridor of a local clinic. She took interest in me and I confided in her, revealing my status to her.
She told me about a support group for people living with HIV and AIDS.
The name of the support group is Let Us Grow. It was founded by mum Rose. I went there and to my surprise I fell in love with it. I was uplifted because I had given up on life.
Mum Rose and the other members welcomed me with warm hearts. With time I got to understand HIV. Even though the counsellor had tried to explain to me what it meant to be HIV positive I just did not get it.
But here I was with people who were telling me that they were HIV positive and they were living happy lives. I guess I needed someone who could relate to me their stories of living with HIV.
That gave me a boost. I immediately became a new person. I changed my attitude. I wanted to live and it was my call to make the most of it.
I started taking treatment seriously. I could even recognise the changes in me that I had never seen in my darker days.
I picked up the pieces. I got back on my feet. I started to live. I took care of my self. I got a boyfriend. I told him my status and he accepted me the way I am. Later we got married. I had gained a lot of education about HIV and AIDS. I had learned that there was life after HIV, that I could live fully like everybody else.
My husband and I decided to have a baby. I had gathered that as long as we followed medical orders we could give birth to a healthy, HIV-negative baby. The grace of God was with us and the baby was born HIV-negative.
Even though we are still scared to tell our status to his parents, we are happy together.
Now my work is to revive the life of those who think being HIV-positive is a curse; that there is no hope for them.
I tell them they are wrong. I am a living example. I also care for bedridden patients who have no one.
I instil in people the idea that they are in control of the disease and it is not the other way around.
When you do the right things HIV and AIDS cannot kill you. People should start taking control and stop fearing the unknown. One day, with the right attitude, we will beat this thing.
I am very grateful for the support I get from Mum Rose and her co-workers. They are very strong. They gave me my life back. Now it’s my turn to give life back to my fellow sisters and brothers.
*Real names have not been used.
This article is part of the Gender Links Opinion and Commentary Service special series on care work.
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