Rebuilding my sense of self was harder than getting over the symptoms of my first outbreak, which only lasted about a week and a half, thanks to Valtrex and a ton of Extra-Strength Tylenol.After a few weeks of isolating myself from the world, I made my first foray into dating and the conversation it now required.I tried to convince myself I was having some sort of allergic reaction to a new pair of underwear, but Google-searching my symptoms pointed in one, very specific direction: an STD.
As fate would have it, he quickly decided I was awesome, but I still didn’t quite feel like myself. I don’t know what made me decide enough was enough.
We had agreed to meet in the middle: the campus of our alma mater in Connecticut.
What we hadn’t anticipated was that because we weren’t students anymore, we didn’t exactly have a bed to call our own.
Although I respected his decision, I wasn’t able to separate his rejection of the virus from his rejection of me.
I was devastated, and it felt like getting diagnosed all over more successful.