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Sabrina Heard, HIV-positive community health worker, reveals what HIV looks like

Sabrina Heard

Sabrina Heard, HIV-positive community health worker, reveals what HIV looks like

By Jessica Cumberbatch Anderson

From Huffington Post

      In its now 31-year history, HIV has never faced the kind of threats to its existence as it has in 2012. From groundbreaking antiretroviral drugs to an at-home screening test, HIV prevention, treatment and eradication are within closer reach than ever before.

     But one major barrier persists, experts say — the stigma associated with the disease, stigma that has kept many from getting tested for the virus and many of those living with it from getting into life-saving care.

     Sabrina Heard, a community health worker with the Women’s Collective in D.C. and an advocate for the D.C. Female Condom program, knows the stigma well, having been diagnosed with HIV when fear (and crack cocaine use) were at their height.

     Here, Sabrina shares what HIV looks like, a peek into her world that she hopes will further dispel the stigma she’s encountered over the years, and bring about an AIDS-free world in her lifetime.

     As told to HuffPost Black Voices:

     I had a daughter who was about nine or 10, another daughter who was about six, and then here comes a baby. I went to the hospital because I was having complications with my pregnancy. I didn’t necessarily have prenatal care and at the time they stated that I would have to have a C-section. A date was set and even though I had been to the hospital maybe four or five months before, it wasn’t until I actually came in for birth that I was informed about my HIV status.

     It was 1989 so they had a big neon paper on the door warning workers to be careful about bodily fluids. I was in a remote corner of the hospital and when they had to come in and take blood, nurses would be putting on two and three pairs of rubber gloves and wearing surgical masks. When you’d push the button for the nurse to come, they weren’t all that attentive. That was the first sign in my brain that something was wrong.

     I really didn’t pay it a lot of attention, because when I got the diagnosis, it had pretty much numbed me. I could say it was a delayed reaction; I was in a very thick denial. I was not quite 35; I didn’t have any knowledge; I didn’t have anything. I was smoking crack at the time, so I wasn’t feeling anything either. I was in a fantasy mentally, with no knowledge about the devastation of this disease. I wasn’t looking at the news and there weren’t a lot of people talking about it — at least not in my circle, so I wasn’t talking about it either.

     I wish at that time there had been some information brought to me about possible prevention, even something like a female condom. That way, I could have taken it upon myself to use a condom with persons who otherwise didn’t want to use one. But I didn’t have that option.

     When my children were very young and I had to take them to get their shots — they were still babies, fresh out of the womb — the nurses in the pediatric clinic would look at me and say things like I had killed my babies. They didn’t care if I heard or not. That’s pretty much when HIV was still a death sentence. My babies weren’t sick or anything, I was just bringing them in for their routine shots, but the nurses were still looking at me as if I had done something wrong.

As a result, I stopped taking them to the doctor. It wasn’t until they had to enroll in school and a learned doctor encouraged me to have them retested that I found out that they were no longer HIV positive.

     In June 2000, I walked through the door of detox here in Washington, D.C. very much in need of something. My children were taken into foster care and as a result I was at my bottom.           It was a process. I had to work towards getting my children back, getting another place to stay; I had to get a job and I also had a goal of homeownership. It’s all about making goals, achieving it and making more goals, so that’s what it’s been like for me — just getting things done.

     During that time I started to obtain some self esteem. I probably was at zero before that. I started doing outreach, which comes with a lot of rejection — people don’t want that paper you’ve got; they don’t want to hear what you have to say — but it led me to not really allow another person to define me, but to define myself, for myself, and let people know who I am, HIV and all.

     If I see someone who has very high risk and they’re really not listening or not acknowledging their risk, then I may bring up my experience and, at that time, disclose my status to them. To someone who is totally devastated, I’m letting them know “Girl, you don’t have to be believing that you’re going to die. Look at me.”

     If I am blessed to encounter any romantic interest, that’s something that comes out with “What’s your name? What’s your number? Where do you work?” because not only do I want to disclose my status, I want to know what yours is, too.

     I do an educational piece about female condoms … letting them know that everything still works, I still want to have sex, and to make me comfortable and confident, here I am using this female condom to protect myself and my partner. I am very much afraid of being reinfected with another strain of HIV, but I’m still very much alive and wanting to be sexually active, and I don’t want HIV to stop me from being comfortable with it.

     I can’t see how being HIV positive has denied me from achieving the things that I’ve wanted to do. I can say some other things might have slowed me down, but actually stopping me from achieving things that I want ain’t got nothing to do with being HIV positive.

     In fact, it has been an awakening for me, as far as my health is concerned. It has brought my medical awareness up; I might not have paid that much attention to my health otherwise. There’s no telling what I might have by now if I wasn’t HIV positive.

     Education is the key. I’m not saying stigma is ever going to go away, because it has existed in different areas throughout history. But it’s going to take normal, everyday people who have been there and back to let it be known that yes, this thing is devastating, but it’s not anything to be ashamed of. If you don’t want to walk this walk that I have, then you need to talk, ask what your HIV status is, get tested and let it be something that’s normalized.

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