‘Why me?’ That was my first thought when I received the news that I’d tested positive for hepatitis C.
I’d vaguely heard of it, knew it was a virus that affects the liver, is spread through blood-to-blood contact and that, if left untreated, it could be life-threatening.
However, doctors reassured me that there was hope: it was traceable, treatable, and curable.
With their help, I have had successful treatment, but it has been a long journey full of setbacks and soul-searching.
When I first moved to London, I discovered how dazzling and joyful the LGBTQ+ community could be – being in the heart of culture and inspiration it felt like anything could happen, which is why I never said no to an all night party at a club or flat share. I wanted to be amongst the celebrations.
For many of us, however, there remained a dark side.
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