realize the real lies wrote:to creativemind:
now ia understand your animosity but please understand that the process of healing is always painful... it takes a lot of courage to face what you know is already painful.. and it tak a LOT of integrity to stick to it and overcome!
I can relate to the pain... evein if I cannot relate to the situation directly
I have al ot of friends who are gay.
I have also lost a lot of friends to AIDS
I only know one person who died directly as a result of being gay and acquiring AIDs by it.
I dont equate AIDS and homosexuality. .. its not an honest equation
the way I lived through the 80s, it is a miracle i didnt acquire something like AIDS or Hep C.... and i have never slept with someone of my own gender, had alot of them come on to me though .. I hate that, but i dont care, I dont like it when most people of the opposite gender come on to me as well....
but try to not hold that idea that AIDS and gay are synonamous... they so arent/
I will keep you in my prayers... but keep in mind, opening old wounds is the only way to remove shrapnel.
Every soldier knows this.
I appreciate the words and the prayers.
I think we all have some irresponsible behavior in our past. It's fortunate that we grew up in a time when HIV wasn't as rampant as it is these days. But it's the education factor that you think would keep people in line these days.
I don't look at AIDS and gay as synonymous at this point. But the reason for the change is largely because there have been many females infected by brothers on the DL, so the disease was spread as a result of homosexual behavior.
As is the case of my brother, selfish behavior on the part of he and his friend affected not only his life, but likely his friend, his friend's wife, her sister, and possibly even the children.
After the situation in which my brother caused my mother's death, I KNEW in my mind that I would never feel anything for him again. But when he got sick it was hard to hold onto the animosity because, after all, he was my brother.
As I said, I came home and he had not been off of the couch for 3 DAYS!!! He was too weak to get up to use the bathroom, to eat, or to even make it to the phone across the room to call for help.
I literally had to carry him up the stairs, bathe and dress him, and take him to the hospital. In all likelihood, I risked MY health because he was urine and feces soiled, but I guess you never know how you'll react in a life and death situation.