From My View- Carlos Moore (Jeanie's Adopted Baby)
Age 12
My parents just got out of parent-teacher conference. The teacher says that I need to be placed in counseling.
It's not fair! So what if I'm not very social? So what if I have HIV? I keep to myself a little, and I've dealt with the HIV just fine for the past twelve years. It's bad enough just having HIV, but now I need counseling for it? There's got to be a law against this.
I've had HIV since I was a baby. My mom thinks I got it at birth from my biological mother.
Yes, I'm adopted. My biological mother abandoned me when I was a baby, and I ended up in the hospital, where my mom worked. She "fell in love with me at once" and adopted me. She got married to my dad the afternoon the adoption was finalized.
My mom has HIV too, although she's doing better than I am. I'm okay though. Safe from the HIV turning into AIDS. I've been hospitalized twice when we discovered that the HIV was getting to close to becoming AIDS. My mom and I both get checked ever three weeks; more often than most people. My mom was a PA though, so she doesn't want to take any chances.
Her three week check-up plan has probably saved my life twice. The doctors were barely able to get my count down to a safe level.
My mom got HIV from her first husband. He didn't find out he had AIDS until after he and my mom had already…
I can't believe that my parents are actually taking my teacher's suggestion. This is crazy! I'm doing fine one day, and then the next, I'm practically being diagnosed as manic-depressive. Seriously, I don't really care that I have HIV. I'm keeping it in check and I'm doing fine.
My family is really religious. We go to church on Sundays, and sometimes even during the week, even though we don't have to. I've been taught to like it; and I do.
I think that I have HIV because God knew that I could handle it. He has to keep the emotions of the earth in balance, so he has to add anger, sadness, and chaos. So, instead of making someone who couldn't have handled being HIV positive, he chose me, because I can handle it.
I think that sometimes I scare people with the way I think. Every time my mom and I go get checked, the doctor has a little "therapy session" (it's not really counseling) with us. When he heard how I felt about having HIV, he didn't respond, or ask me any more of the usual questions. The next time I went, he said that what I said usually came from old people who were close to death any way.
Comparing my thoughts to an old person's scares ME. I mean, old people talk like they are philosophers or something, at least that's how I look at them.
Maybe I do need counseling… I mean since I am at the hospital so much, and my mom is always visiting her friends, I end up in the lounge reading medical text books. One of them said that depressed people normally don't realize that they are depressed.
I don't know. I just don't understand my life sometimes. Sometimes I get this almost surreal feeling. I think "I'm here. I'm doing this." Sometimes I wonder if I just someone else's dream that's happening. That's what the feeling feels like.
It's weird to be thinking that. I kind of FEEL myself thinking it. Maybe our world really is someone's dream… or nightmare.
Age 12
My parents just got out of parent-teacher conference. The teacher says that I need to be placed in counseling.
It's not fair! So what if I'm not very social? So what if I have HIV? I keep to myself a little, and I've dealt with the HIV just fine for the past twelve years. It's bad enough just having HIV, but now I need counseling for it? There's got to be a law against this.
I've had HIV since I was a baby. My mom thinks I got it at birth from my biological mother.
Yes, I'm adopted. My biological mother abandoned me when I was a baby, and I ended up in the hospital, where my mom worked. She "fell in love with me at once" and adopted me. She got married to my dad the afternoon the adoption was finalized.
My mom has HIV too, although she's doing better than I am. I'm okay though. Safe from the HIV turning into AIDS. I've been hospitalized twice when we discovered that the HIV was getting to close to becoming AIDS. My mom and I both get checked ever three weeks; more often than most people. My mom was a PA though, so she doesn't want to take any chances.
Her three week check-up plan has probably saved my life twice. The doctors were barely able to get my count down to a safe level.
My mom got HIV from her first husband. He didn't find out he had AIDS until after he and my mom had already…
I can't believe that my parents are actually taking my teacher's suggestion. This is crazy! I'm doing fine one day, and then the next, I'm practically being diagnosed as manic-depressive. Seriously, I don't really care that I have HIV. I'm keeping it in check and I'm doing fine.
My family is really religious. We go to church on Sundays, and sometimes even during the week, even though we don't have to. I've been taught to like it; and I do.
I think that I have HIV because God knew that I could handle it. He has to keep the emotions of the earth in balance, so he has to add anger, sadness, and chaos. So, instead of making someone who couldn't have handled being HIV positive, he chose me, because I can handle it.
I think that sometimes I scare people with the way I think. Every time my mom and I go get checked, the doctor has a little "therapy session" (it's not really counseling) with us. When he heard how I felt about having HIV, he didn't respond, or ask me any more of the usual questions. The next time I went, he said that what I said usually came from old people who were close to death any way.
Comparing my thoughts to an old person's scares ME. I mean, old people talk like they are philosophers or something, at least that's how I look at them.
Maybe I do need counseling… I mean since I am at the hospital so much, and my mom is always visiting her friends, I end up in the lounge reading medical text books. One of them said that depressed people normally don't realize that they are depressed.
I don't know. I just don't understand my life sometimes. Sometimes I get this almost surreal feeling. I think "I'm here. I'm doing this." Sometimes I wonder if I just someone else's dream that's happening. That's what the feeling feels like.
It's weird to be thinking that. I kind of FEEL myself thinking it. Maybe our world really is someone's dream… or nightmare.