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It's not the disease itself I think of as dirty. More of myself as dirty for being so stupid that I went against my usual routine of having someone seriously checked out before getting that intimate; Putting myself into this situation. Or for sleeping around in-general I guess. Please don't take this as me passing judgment on anyone else. Only on myself. For many years it was if I had dodged a bullet. And this past year I felt so grateful that I didn't end up as f-ed up as most of my high school friends. No STDs, no kids out of wedlock, no divorces, a real solid education, and a job I love paying enough to pay bills and support a family. All I needed was a good man. And the one I'm with now is a very good man... but if it turns out he has the virus and I don't.... it wouldn't be very logical to stay with him and risk getting it every time we are intimate (not saying sex directly). Obviously, plenty of people live perfectly normal lives having herpes. In my family though, and when trying to get into a new relationship, having anything contractible (curable or not) is still considered a stigma that I would rather not have to bear. One of my close girl friends was extremely ridiculed by "so-called" friends and all future mates after having contracted genital warts from an ex-bf who never told her he was infected. I just always hoped and considered myself smart enough not to get into a situation like that.
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