I met with my nurse practitioner the next day and she admitted she had no idea what to do next and wanted to refer me to an ID specialist in Greeley. I told her it wasn’t necessary, that I had it handled. Dammit, I was taking charge. The next week was a rough one. My roommate came home from training and I told her. She was and still is my rock. She was there with me when I told my parents who were amazingly strong. I can laugh about it now, but when I told my parents that I am HIV+ my dad said, “Oh no,” and my mom said, “Oh thank god, I thought you were going to tell us you were moving back to Denver.”
I am sure the look on my face said it all; she quickly retracted that statement and said, “We will do whatever it takes to help, we will deal with it as it comes.”
I started seeing my a nurse practitioner at DIDC and loved her. She taught me so much that really helped ease me. She included me in the decisions regarding my health care. I started meds that April. I had wanted to go on Atripla, being that it is one pill once a day. Sherefused to put me on it because of my past issues with depression. As she put it, “People with no history of depression have been known to kill themselves while taking this medication.” We decided that I would go on the Truvada-Isentress combo. Within six weeks I was undetectable. It was working and was relatively easy on me.
Fort Morgan started feeling small, and I was looking for a way to get out. My company had recently bought a store in Casper, Wyoming, and I had met a guy that lived up there who wanted me to move up there with him. I transferred to Wyoming and loved it. It was so beautiful up there and nobody knew me or my baggage. That was a double-edged sword.
My boyfriend and I were fighting a lot after the first month up there. We had an argument one night and threats were made to kick me out. He left. I panicked. I was trapped again. What the hell was I going to do? I had no place to go, I couldn’t move back to Fort Morgan, I couldn’t afford a place by myself. Simply put, I was screwed. Then I started to dig at myself: I was a failure, I couldn’t even keep my self healthy, I had, after all, gotten myself HIV infected. I went through the medicine cabinet and found a large bottle of Skelaxin (a muscle relaxer); there must have been 80 pills in it. I loaded my dogs up in the car grabbed a 6-pack of beer and drove out to the middle of nowhere.
Once again I downed the pills, and washed them down with the beer. Kicked off the my shoes, locked the car doors and waited, once again, to die. Apparently a car driving by the next day had called in my car sitting there and I woke up to an ambulance and police officers and my boyfriend trying to get into my car. I vaguely remember being moved into the emergency room at the hospital in Casper. I once again was admitted to a psych facility for “treatment”. They kept me for the 72 hours that the law allows and released me.
I tried to work things out with my boyfriend until October when the web of lies that he had spun began to unravel. My parents came up to help me, once again, move back to Fort Morgan. Now I really felt like a failure. I had tried to kill myself four times with no success. By all rights I should have been dead by now. Clearly someone has decided I have something left to do.
So Fort Morgan had sucked me back in once again. I went part-time at work and was trying to figure out what to do with myself. I started attending a educational/support group for HIV-positive people at my ID doctors office. I was finally around other people who I had something in common with, that had more to say than “I’m sorry” when it came to my HIV status.
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????This group stirred something in me. It lit a fire in me. I finally understood what it was I was supposed to do with this. I realized that I can use my story to educate. I can get the conversation going again. I can breathe life back into the topic of HIV one person at a time. I can stress the importance of getting tested regularly and the importance of safe sex.
I now facilitate a group each week with Rocky Mountain Cares, and we have a wide range of people, from the newly diagnosed to those who were diagnosed in the early 80s that just need some support.
If I can help one person stay negative or come to terms with being positive, then I have done something with this. And it will not be the end of me.
This post originally appeared on Kevin Cares USA and is republished here with permission.
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Qjersey
No disrespect to this man and his journey. But Do as I Say and Not as I Did, has never worked for parents.
I want to hear the stories of the other “survivors,” men who have been sexually active and have successfully stayed HIV negative. Those men we may be able to learn something from.
Beau Colby
“To my dismay I woke up the next morning,” – Page 6, 4th Paragraph…Sorry Mr. Armstrong, I read this far and I’ve have similar circumstances but, you lost me here…Get help man. BC
Pattern?
When every relationship ends in violence, abuse and a “web of lies”…coincidence?
t money
after the first failed attempt i would have moved to ligatures, trains, guns. something that would DEFINITELY kill me.
that being said… thank you for not being too invested in killing yourself. otherwise we would never hear about your journey and the great work you are doing now.
keep it up.
but if you ever feel like killing yourself again, dont use pills. you know they dont work.
cheers.
Rick Gold
Four times?!?!
Goodness.
That is depressing enough to make want to kill myself.
Kevin
Thank you Scott for bearing your soul; you are a true testament to someone who has risen up and is speaking up about HIV/AIDS! Through the tears you made me smile. I am glad you are still here to tell your story!
Shannon1981
I think what you are doing is great. Best of luck to you. No more pills and booze and needles, ok?
Scott Armstrong
@Shannon1981: Shannon thank you for your supportive words. I am in a much better place now and feel like I have a purpose and reason to live.
Scott Armstrong
@t money: T Money, thanks for the words of advice, I am glad that you got the point of the story.
Scott Armstrong
@Kevin: Kevin, thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to share my story. My life is better for knowing you. It is thanks to you that my story is here to receive both the positive and negative comments. You are a great friend.
Erick
Thank you for sharing your story. It does matter. I truly wish you the best.
Right Wingers Are Socioptahs (John From England)
@Scott Armstrong:
Good for you Scott and proud. Why on earth do people choose Queerty the most self hating gay site? Peope as well as the editors are really mean to gay people here.
Oh well, you can google and you are a big bog. Alll the best. 🙂
Right Wingers Are Socioptahs (John From England)
@Right Wingers Are Socioptahs (John From England)
Urgh. Cant spell on an iPad.
GetBalance
@Scott Armstrong
Very touching story, thx for sharing it. I’m wondering, do you think all the pain you went through was to get you to a place where you needed to learn to give yourself unconditionally to humanity? Like it’s always been your true calling but you needed to do what you did to get there which may have created deeper meaning in your life and yourself? Just curious as I’m looking at a thing that i have always meant to do and haven’t completed yet, and things are not all that peachy and that I need to do it to get happier, which I’m taking baby steps at. It seems like the place you are now, is very humanitarian oriented and a great place to arrive after your ordeals.
Ken S
It isn’t my intention to be demeaning but is that a symptom of a depressive disposition- having *such* a disproportionate reaction to relationship break-ups? My first 4 boyfriends all dumped me- at least one of them so that he could pursue friends he’d met through me- and sure it hurt and it sucked but I never once thought that I should kill *myself* over it. And even now, if my partner of ~8 years were to leave me tomorrow, it would hurt and it would suck but it sure as shit wouldn’t make me want to die; I just can’t relate to such a totally overwrought emotional reaction at all, I don’t understand it. It sounds like fixing whatever’s short-circuiting when a relationship ends would be the most helpful thing
Isaak
Yea… im not reading all that…
Pete
We read this story about AIDS and its consequences, yet there is another post here at Queerty where the editor is arguing that he was his porn condom free. I guess he forgets that there arre thousands of persons working in the porn industry, exposing thousands of others, and he wants his pix without condoms. let them be the ones to get infected.
Cam
One of the things I never got, was in the story you kept saying that you knew you would be crazy if you stayed in the hospitals any longer so you always convinced them to let you go.
You were trying to commit suicide because of a break-up, I’m just wondering why you never really thought that perhaps you actually could use some extreamly intensive hospital based therepy.
Scott Armstrong
@Cam: I believe what I said was those people were crazy, I was depressed. I needed to get out of there because I did not feel like I belonged with those patients. The patients in that hospital had severe personality disorders and such. I honestly thought that I could handle my problems on my own.
I was jot trying to kill myself over a break up, it was a culmination of these things going on in my life and the break up was the final straw.
I know now that I was wrong about that. With that being said, I will also say that none of my stays in hospitals really ever did any good either. In these facilities the doctors spent no more than 15 minutes talking to me before throwing a prescription tor antidepressants at me. Had they done a little digging, they would have noticed that I showed traits of bi-polar disorder and known that antidepressants can make these feelings even more intense.
Oprah
Why wasnt there a limit of word for the article? Goodness, i am very busy you know.
Cam
@Scott Armstrong: said…
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In these facilities the doctors spent no more than 15 minutes talking to me before throwing a prescription tor antidepressants at me. Had they done a little digging, they would have noticed that I showed traits of bi-polar disorder and known that antidepressants can make these feelings even more intense.”
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Were you honest with them? You mentioned each time how badly you wanted to get out of those places. So did let them know that you had tried suicide before, since that would have brought down extra examiniation time I’m guessing the answer is no. did you inform them that you had a massive self destructive streak? It is their job to spot things, but if you’re in there with the express mission of convincing them that there is nothing wrong with you, I’m really not going to blame them for not noticing. You were struggling to hide any evidence of that fact.
Beau Colby
Come on now,…IF you were REALLY seeking help (instead of attention) you would have disclosed ALL of your past attempts to the next Dr instead of just trying to get out to seek your next hurtful situation! It sounds to me (being a third party) that you WANTED attention at YOUR convenience everytime someone dissed you. Get help and quit feeling sorry for yourself and trying to “x’plain” your previous actions. I’m happy for you but, you need to be happy yourself…BC
Stace
Bipolar disorder even among competent doctors is often difficult to diagnose.
Scott Armstrong
@Cam: Cam, as a matter of fact, yes I did tell them each time about the previous suicide attempts. There was only one facility in which I felt I had to convince them that I was ok. One of the facilities told me that was being released that afternoon and I knew I was not ready to go. The doc told me he thought I was and sent me on my way.
GetBalance
Hi Scott,
Did u miss my question above or. . . . ?
Scott Armstrong
@GetBalance: I am sorry, I did forget to reply to it, and I apologize for that.
To be honest I don’t know, I do know that without my life experiences I would not be where I am or doing what I am doing today. I know that the failed relationships, suicide attempts, and even my HIV status have all had a part in shaping who I am. I have said it before, and I will say it again, in a weird f*@$ed up way becoming positive has been one of the best things that has to me in my life.
I suspect I will catch alot of flack for that particular statement from some of the people on this site( see the above comments) but I will explain it.
Becoming positve put things in perspective for me, it lit a fire in my that inspired me to try to help other people in situations similar to mine.
GetBalance
@Scott. Right on man. This brings up the famous saying “Never judge another man until you’ve walked a day in his shoes”. Bravo for “arriving”!
Tommy
Scott, I read every word, and saw so much of myself in your story, and not just because we are the same age LOL. I was diagnosed in November of ’05, have struggled with depression for many years, and am at a point in my life now where things are not perfect and I know they will never be…and that’s great! I’m undetectable, my depression is being controlled by medication and meditation and it helps that I have a great circle of friends and a mother who care about me, not to mention a great boyfriend. Never give up on life. It seems that you also have a loving circle of friends, and a loving supportive family. If things get bad again…and sometimes it does…just remember that there are people who love you…so love yourself too!
Cam
@Scott Armstrong: said..
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@Cam: Cam, as a matter of fact, yes I did tell them each time about the previous suicide attempts. There was only one facility in which I felt I had to convince them that I was ok. One of the facilities told me that was being released that afternoon and I knew I was not ready to go.
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Hi Scott,
Not to argue, but in your story you make a point of telling us how you tried to get out of every place, and now in your answer you are saying that in at least one you tried to convince them to let you stay. I’m confused.