The Same Bottle
The Same Bottle
October 7, 2026
I’m twenty-three years old; I’ve lived with HIV since the day I was born. I have never said those words out loud to a friend, only my family knows. I carry it everywhere like a stone in my shoe, and I’ve walked on it so long that nobody notices the limp.
My dad died when I was two. I don’t remember his face, only a photo of him laughing, and the picture didn’t even show what made him laugh. My mum died when I was eight, and that’s the year I found out why I had been [read more]

Long before I knew I was positive, I 
you.” What I did not receive were honest conversations about consent, healthy relationships,