When I confronted my friend about the situation, I asked if he knew that he had herpes. It was hard enough to face the fact that we'd had sex, or tried to, and it was much harder to cope with the fact that I had caught an incurable sexually transmitted disease.
In 1989, when I got herpes, the nurse told me I couldn't transmit the virus unless I was having an outbreak.
My friend said I was too much like a sister, and he couldn't continue. I worried about how that incident would affect our friendship.
I was still uncomfortable about bringing up the subject, but now I didn't have much of a choice.
I didn't date for awhile, but inevitably, I met someone.
Less than a week later, I found myself in excruciating pain.
It hurt to walk, and I couldn't use soap anywhere near my genital area.
Each time I had an outbreak, which for me consisted of a very small cluster of blisters that lasted two or three days, I'd pretend I had a yeast infection and say I couldn't have sex until it was gone.