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The Writings of a Wounded Healer

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There are things in life you have to experience to truly understand.  No matter how close you may come to the edge of an event, if you never cross over that thin line between being a voyager or participant, you remain in a limbo.  You simply don't get it.

I know this sounds somewhat pretentious, and maybe it is, but it is also true.  It is true for me and it may be true for you.  I live with AIDS and loss.  I am a gay white man that has crossed over lines far too many times and in too many ways to ever be silent.  I have been married.  I have been widowed.  I have remarried.  I survived 9/11 at the base of Tower One.  I have been near death and sat with death.  I have done right, and I have done wrong.  I am magnificently imperfect.

My many imperfections cause me to put words down for others to read.  I know sometimes we have to look at our lives like a story in order to tell the truth we would never speak out loud.  That is one of the main reasons I write.  I can hide behind neat and tidy words and bleed.  It is probably one of the reasons all writers write, to some extent. 

I have been writing about living with HIV since nearly the day I tested positive.  I came out HIV positive to the world six months after getting my test results, in a newspaper column I was writing at the time.  I wrote the column and brought it down to my editor.  Email was not even a reality back then.  He took the pages from my hand, read them, and then looked at me.  We just stared at each other across that divide of observer and participant.  He asked if was sure I wanted to go to press, and I nodded yes and walked out.  My world changed forever.  It is still changing some 20 years later.  It made me a real man.  It also broke me.  It still breaks me. 

But sometimes even things that break you heal you in unexpected ways.  It is why I write.  It is why I have written two novels about being HIV positive.  I found I could tell the story I wanted to tell about my reality of living with HIV, when I could duck behind some fiction.  I knew it was foolish to assume I could get away with it.  I think I just wrote from the heart, spoke my truth, and stood aside.  My first book, Confessions of a Male Nurse, was started as a joke.  I hate being called a "male nurse".  It is irritating.  I loathe it.  Just go up to a female physician and call her a "lady doctor" and see how that works out.  But hate it or not it has become a term associated with my writing and me and Confessions still is selling after many years on the market.  Go figure.  New readers email all the time about Confessions, and I am still thrilled and answer every single email. I am amazed at the impact that words have. 

My latest novel just came out and continued the story started in Confessions, but took a darker look at life and the epidemic.  It twisted the comic with the serious, and Wounded Healers was born.  And I guess that I what I am in all reality.  A wounded healer.  This is fine with me.  I no longer have to pretend.  Writing fiction is an odd experience for me.  The characters take over.  They battle it out with me.  Plans I have for them rarely come to life.  I now just smile as I outline a book of fiction knowing that what I put down will likely be so radically changed by the creations of my mind.  But that is okay.  One of the things I have learned as a man living with HIV is that I am not really in charge of most things.  There is a higher power.  I get to make choices and stumble down a path etched by that choice, but that is all.

Wounded Healers has taught me a lot about life and myself.  I never imagined I had the balls to write some of the chapters in Wounded Healers.  I fought hard to keep my mouth shut, but I failed.  But I believe my failure is a success.  I wrote some truths and I wrote some fiction.  I will never admit or deny any detail.  It is fiction after all. Nothing to do with reality. 

Even the ending of Wounded Healers was a surprise to me.  Many people say they are shocked by it.  (But then again many people say the ending of Confessions was also shocking, so maybe that is just the way it is in my world.)  But I had planned out the end of Confessions to be as it is and with Wounded Healers the end planned out of me.  I had no idea how I was going to end the story until the words hit the paper.

I sat and stared at the ending and felt oddly pleased.  I knew it would annoy some.  I seem to enjoy that.  I also thought I finished telling the story I wanted to tell about HIV.  I was sure of it.  My next novel was going to be a long delayed murder mystery.  Then after some time passed I realized I had written two murder mysteries already, and sadly the culprit would not die. 

So as I try to walk away from Steele and Storm and their world of HIV healing I find I cannot.  But the reality is I wrote myself into a corner of sorts, and now the damn characters are demanding attention again. 

I guess it is just like HIV.  Contained yes.  Ending never.



Confessions of a Male Nurse and Wounded Healers are available at http://www.amazon.com/Wounded-Healers-Confessions-Nurse-ebook/dp/B006YCZMMY/ref=sr_1_15?ie=UTF8&qid=1327269569&sr=8-15

 

 

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Comments on Richard Ferri, PhD, ANP's blog entry "The Writings of a Wounded Healer"

wow, you have done it again--and I can hardly wait to get the book--just bought a Kindle so I can.
Keep on writing!!

Love and Hugs, Joellen

What wonderful words you speak, so true and inspiring for all people HIV or not.:) I look foward to your book as well. God has a purpose and place for all of us and writting is one of your many gifts. Keep up the good work! ~T

Beautifully written! You have a sexy mind Sir.

This is the first blog I written where I have not been able to approve all comments as they come in. My personal policy has always been to approve anything that a reader sends unless it contains over the top hate speech (and I have had only of those comments all these years!) However, my reason for holding back on approving the comments coming in about this posting is that people are writing to me and sharing their stories about living with AIDS and other diseases. I do not feel I have blanket permission to publish these comments (many which are sent via email). But I have to say once again I am humbled and surprised. People are telling their stories and sharing their issues - both good and bad - and it does make the world a much nicer, kinder place; less isolating. The other amazing thing that is happening is that I am hearing from people who are NOT living with HIV. I am hearing from many people who are living with cancer and other life threatening disease and needed a place to vent; a place to share and someone to share their journey with. Many of the folks are indeed other "wounded healers" but many are not.

The power of words in cyberspace continues to be one of the best medicines I know.

Keep writing. I am listening. Everyone gets a response.

For Jupiter's sake, can't you ever write/blog about something pleasant? It seems as though you are always down in the dumps! Get real!!! Caliente!!!

Who the hell know Jupiter was at risk!?

Congratulations Ric!
Miss you!

i was taken by your strength,clarity and story.We were dealt similar hands,thus became even more stronger.Saying good by to my Alan after 17 years was surreal,even if he plays tricks on me like turning a noisy vent at 4 am on ,or stand by me with his hand on my ankle ,while receiving Reiki,
i still go to sleeep or wake up alone.

Not sure where you live,i am in Miami for the winter,than will go back to NYC
it would be great to connect,over a cup of tea/coffee
be well
alain

alainfiliz@gmail.com

I just read this (writing of a wounded healer)and have not heard of your books. Or noticed. Confessions seems familiar and I forgive myself for lack of awareness. The wounded Healer title is awesome. I find myself being a wanna be everything I believe I can heal others as soon as I decide I am through with trying to fill my own cup.I guess. I am seeking out more of your writing and wish for you a healthy New Year. And noticing the date of your post I pray you've made it this far.

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