I told my doctor when I came out and we were very open in discussing what that means to me. Precautions I should take. Exams I should consider. Everything to ensure that I kept myself healthy and safe and others the same.
When my late poz partner & I relocated to a new city he got a new doctor. We sat there together for the initial visit and the doctor said to me:
"This is my patient. I really don't care about you. But I've gotta know what I'm dealing with. What kind of sex are you having with him?"
I told him, which was safe sex.
"I need to know if you have any kind of disease. You need to have complete blood work and studies done. I can't treat him if I don't what he's being exposed to."
Well, that was pretty blunt. But OK, my HIV partner was the priority, and I'll do whatever will help him. So I let them test me thoroughly, a whole series I went through. My tests showed I had never had an STD ever, and I had no ongoing infections of any kind that might put him at risk.
But it was a new thing to me. To have a finger pointed at me saying: "You might be a disease carrier." When all I thought about was my love for my husband, and his welfare. And then to be told I myself could be unhealthy for him. Almost more than I could handle.