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    <updated>2011-09-24T20:04:15Z</updated>
    <subtitle>Newly Diagnosed with HIV</subtitle>
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    <title>My Reality Check: Dating with HIV</title>
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    <published>2011-09-24T19:43:59Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-24T20:04:15Z</updated>

    <summary>When my therapist said to me, &quot;you&apos;re the same person you always were, but now you are a healthy person living with HIV,&quot; I noticed my chest tighten. Her words seemed to come at me hard, giving me that reminder I needed that HIV is a real part of who I am now, and does have a real impact on almost all aspects of my life.</summary>
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        When my therapist said to me, &quot;you&apos;re the same person you always were, but now you are a healthy person living with HIV,&quot; I noticed my chest tighten. Her words seemed to come at me hard, giving me that reminder I needed that HIV is a real part of who I am now, and does have a real impact on almost all aspects of my life.
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<entry>
    <title>Where is the Line?</title>
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    <published>2011-06-26T23:21:38Z</published>
    <updated>2011-06-27T14:47:49Z</updated>

    <summary>As the one year anniversary of my diagnosis quickly approaches, I find myself struggling with knowing when to live without letting my diagnosis alter my decisions and when to acknowledge the reality that being HIV positive does effect my life.</summary>
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        As the one year anniversary of my diagnosis quickly approaches, I find myself struggling with knowing when to live without letting my diagnosis alter my decisions and when to acknowledge the reality that being HIV positive does effect my life.
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<entry>
    <title>My First Disclosure</title>
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    <published>2011-03-19T15:40:35Z</published>
    <updated>2011-03-19T16:04:48Z</updated>

    <summary>Terrified, I shut the lights, buried my face in my hands and told him the secret I was dreading to tell him for the last four weeks: I am HIV positive. As someone newly diagnosed with HIV, this was the first time I&apos;ve told a potential partner about my status. </summary>
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        Terrified, I shut the lights, buried my face in my hands and told him the secret I was dreading to tell him for the last four weeks: I am HIV positive. As someone newly diagnosed with HIV, this was the first time I&apos;ve told a potential partner about my status. 
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    <title>My Search for Support</title>
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    <published>2011-01-27T23:29:19Z</published>
    <updated>2011-02-01T02:10:11Z</updated>

    <summary>I spent the first few weeks of this New Year searching for the right HIV support group. For someone like me, who doesn&apos;t quite &quot;fit&quot; the HIV &quot;mold,&quot; this was a harder, more time consuming process than I thought it would be.</summary>
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        I spent the first few weeks of this New Year searching for the right HIV support group. For someone like me, who doesn&apos;t quite &quot;fit&quot; the HIV &quot;mold,&quot; this was a harder, more time consuming process than I thought it would be.
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    <title>New Year, New Meds</title>
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    <published>2011-01-01T23:38:16Z</published>
    <updated>2011-01-02T05:41:00Z</updated>

    <summary>...Moving into the New Year, I hope that when I swallow my Atripla every morning, rather than allowing my anger and sadness about my diagnosis to consume me, I will instead try to remember how truly blessed I am to have my medication at all. </summary>
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        ...Moving into the New Year, I hope that when I swallow my Atripla every morning, rather than allowing my anger and sadness about my diagnosis to consume me, I will instead try to remember how truly blessed I am to have my medication at all. 
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<entry>
    <title>Who to Tell?</title>
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    <published>2010-12-06T23:43:55Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-07T00:19:03Z</updated>

    <summary>As a recently diagnosed person with HIV, I&apos;ve chosen to share the news of my diagnosis with a very small number of people. Although I have received incredible support from those I&apos;ve told, I&apos;m finding myself increasingly uncomfortable with my secret, and am constantly struggling with the decision of who to tell and when to tell them.</summary>
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        As a recently diagnosed person with HIV, I&apos;ve chosen to share the news of my diagnosis with a very small number of people. Although I have received incredible support from those I&apos;ve told, I&apos;m finding myself increasingly uncomfortable with my secret, and am constantly struggling with the decision of who to tell and when to tell them.
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    <title>Numbers</title>
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    <published>2010-11-25T03:58:15Z</published>
    <updated>2010-11-25T15:25:28Z</updated>

    <summary>The numbers that show up on the result of my next blood test will force me to make a decision about treatment; a decision a small part of me was hoping I would never have to make.</summary>
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        The numbers that show up on the result of my next blood test will force me to make a decision about treatment; a decision a small part of me was hoping I would never have to make.
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    <title>My Family&apos;s Support</title>
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    <published>2010-11-13T20:03:12Z</published>
    <updated>2010-11-15T15:56:05Z</updated>

    <summary>I am infinitely blessed to come from a family of loving, supportive, smart, rational, conscientious people. But this wasn&apos;t enough to calm my fears of telling my family that I had been diagnosed HIV positive.</summary>
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        I am infinitely blessed to come from a family of loving, supportive, smart, rational, conscientious people. But this wasn&apos;t enough to calm my fears of telling my family that I had been diagnosed HIV positive.
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    <title>Help From My Friends</title>
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    <published>2010-11-09T19:55:25Z</published>
    <updated>2010-11-10T16:24:30Z</updated>

    <summary>I am a 24-year-old, white, female graduate student living in New York City. I am HIV positive. I was diagnosed in June, just about five months ago, after going to the doctor for a routine check-up. </summary>
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        I am a 24-year-old, white, female graduate student living in New York City. I am HIV positive. I was diagnosed in June, just about five months ago, after going to the doctor for a routine check-up. 
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