I had my antibody-positive diagnosis confirmed to me whilst flying over the Atlantic Ocean in 1987. It was delivered to me by my husband, whom the hospital had informed rather than me. The news was received with very little reaction, partly because it was not a surprise, being a confirmation of an earlier test, but also because I was entering the world of denial, a condition the medical profession recognises, quite rightly, as a possible initial reaction to traumatic news. It was the possibility that I might be declared positive that prompted us to take off on a holiday to the States that we hadn't planned and could not afford. It was my initiation into the very real world of living with not only an assumed death sentence but the most feared and discriminated against condition of our time. I had already been affected by the HIV theory for two years with my husband's diagnosis. I naively thought I understood, but I came to discover that there is nothing like experiencing it for yourself.
From the start I found myself questioning the virus theory. There were so many questions to be answered. First, why was it that my husband tested positive in 1985 and I negative? We had been having unprotected sex for the previous six years, blissfully unaware of a possible virus. A haemophiliac, he was informed he had been given virus-contaminated blood products possibly three years earlier. Why I eventually became positive is too complex to go into detail here - suffice to say it was after seeking medical advice and was the subject of a protracted legal battle. It was suggested later that it may have been because of some medication I was taking at the time which may have eroded the vaginal wall, leaving me vulnerable to infection. It has also been suggested recently that it may have been a positive due to a reaction to the medication itself. I am now informed there are over sixty non-HIV conditions, including prolonged stress-hormone reactions, that produce antibodies which in sufficient levels turn HIV-antibody tests positive.
A few months ago I underwent an anonymous ELISA antibody test to test the original results and the medication reaction theory. The result came back positive. So whatever I tested positive for in 1987 was probably testing positive again ten years later.
I did not seriously acknowledge my own diagnosis for the first six years as I dealt with my husband's declining health. I watched helplessly as he tried to cope with the fact that he had been told he only had a few years to live. His suffering was compounded by the silence he had to endure. It was only after his death in 1993 that I was able to concentrate on myself. If there was anything I could learn from his experience it was not to allow myself the same fate. I believe that he died not so much because he had been infected by a virus that ultimately killed him, but through a combination of factors which started immediately after he was diagnosed. The impact of the diagnosis was so powerful it unleashed emotions that, despite his resilience and courage, would test his spirit to breaking point. He fell into decline because he was told there was no hope. He was unable to cope because of a hostile society that rejected him through ignorance and fear. He was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma after developing a lump on his neck. he underwent surgery, radiotherapy and was put on AZT, all while coping with the complications of haemophilia itself. The lump disappeared. He was told there was no hope and that it would return within 18 months. Since 1990 there has been published data revealing Non-Hodgkinson's Lymphoma while taking AZT. Two years later he began to develop problems in the stomach and bowel aera and Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma was diagnosed again. This time he was given chemotherapy. He was particularly unhappy about the ever increasing amount of drugs he had to take to counteract the side-effects of other drugs. Even though he was frightened not to.
With his haemophilia, he had lived with a condition all his life parts of which he knew more about than many of the medical professionals he came into contact with. He developed a confidence in his own ability to judge his health and any treatment he may have needed. Sadly, he lost that ability over his HIV diagnosis. It was new to him, and so he delegated more to the decision-making than he should have done.
Ten years on from my diagnosis, I am still questioning that accepted views of «the» virus, and so to some am still «in denial» or even dangerous. Remarkably, I have discovered that these terms are used to dismiss any doubts about the virus theory that are raised. This has left me at times isolated and even doubting myself. I don't know what the truth is and I may never know, but I will continue to challenge anomalies, as I see them, as well as question attitudes to health and healthcare, if I feel it appropriate.
I have stopped going for regular medical check-ups as I felt it was becoming a damaging process. The last time I spoke to an HIV consultant was in 1995. He asked me how long I had had the virus. I replied that it had been eight years since my positive antibody result and I felt perfectly well. I also pointed out that I had not experienced any significant illnesses during all that time. He said, «this is a long term-condition.» I was appalled at his arrogance and callousness. I decided that unless I desperately needed medical attention, I would not return. How could he make such a remark - where was his evidence? The virus theory has only been around for about 15 years or so and I am one of the first batch of antibody positives, as is anyone who was diagnosed at that time. Until it has been sufficiently long to prove what happens to each one of us, we have only predictions. We must never lose sight of that fact.
Whilst the arguments rage as to whether the virus exists or the tests are valid, I must be aware of the factors that may play a part on my health. I believe that there is a real danger of falling victim to the diagnosis and all its psychological and social implications. So often people have said to me that any one of us could get run over by a bus tomorrow», a not impractical warning for me as I like to travel on my motorbike. However, though often well-meaning, it shows a severe lack of understanding of the psychological impact of a life-threatening diagnosis. I reply, «,that's as may be, but you don't wake up in the middle of the night thinking about it.» It is the psychological effect that I have become fascinated with over the last few years and which I believe I have to tackle if I am to continue to survive. I share the belief that if you tell someone they are going to die, isolate them from society and try to suppress their sexual and reproductive needs, then you may destroy their spirit and they are likely to wither and die. I am fit and healthy after ten years, despite what has happened to me and I intend to remain that way. I have often been with other antibody-positive people who have not realised I am too, rather, as some have told me, assuming I was there in a professional capacity. It is heartening to see the reaction when they not only discover that I am antibody-positive but that I have been diagnosed for so long, am so fit and healthy, and more importantly am not taking and never have taken any drug treatment. I am aware that it gives hope, particularly to those newly diagnosed and I am beginning to realise that I should publicise the fact more. I doubt the view that I am lucky or that it is just a matter of time. I believe it is a combination of my approach - in understanding that the mind, body and spirit are inextricably linked, and my logical view of the notion of the virus and its relatively short and politically charged history. I also have a healthy disrespect for the medical establishment and the pharmaceutical companies, which has steered me through many dangers. I am cynical of the drug treatments that are emerging, in particular the medical evidence that is used to sell the products. I do not feature in any of the trials because I am not in the system. I am important evidence that is being ignored.
I have found solace in the last couple of years when I discovered Continuum, and people with whom I have common views. I admire the work of Continuum, and although I do not always follow the scientific arguments or necessarily agree with those I do, I am grateful that someone is asking the questions, as the nature of this work has far-reaching implications not just for the HIV theory but for health issues concerning everyone.
I have come to cherish the experiences I have had through this enigmatic diagnosis, and I intend to be around for many years to come. That is if I'm not knocked off my bike by the proverbial bus in the meantime.

Clair Walton