Living with HIV: my family and our organization gave me a reason to smile again

I am a woman living in Brazzaville in the Congo. I lead a normal life like all women, and I work to meet my needs.

One year ago in 2007, I started having fevers, strong fevers, and I was losing weight every day. I was living with my father and my little sister. This situation attracted the attention of my little sister, who advised me to go to a hospital to see what was wrong.

Two weeks later, she’d convinced me, and we left for the Bissita Voluntary screening center of Brazzaville. I told myself that I couldn’t be infected with HIV. The HIV screening was free and two days later, I was directed towards a counselor.

I can remember how this woman sat me down, put me at ease, and calmly explained to me that I suffered from an illness that no longer kills and that, if I start treatment, I can live for a long time. Initially, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I saw my life change instantly, and the thoughts kept multiplying in my mind. At that moment one year ago, learning that news visibly filled me with despair.

My little sister didn’t lose hope. She was always there for me and helped me overcome that ordeal. Next, I agreed to get a medical checkup, and I got healthy again.

Today, I recount with joy that my little sister supported me a lot. She searched around and didn’t give up so that I wouldn’t be frustrated by my serological status.

She searched for organizations, and each time she found some and went to their offices, the doors were closed and those in charge absent. Should she have lost her motivation? Other young women her age could’ve done it, but my sister didn’t forget me and didn’t abandon me.

Then one day, I went to the hospital to get treatment, and I met a woman from the Positive Women Association of Congo (AFPC). She explained to me what she did and invited me to take part in an open group discussion.

At first, I didn’t think it was for me, but the day I went to the discussion, I quickly fit in. I was delighted by the prevailing atmosphere, my morale was reinforced, and no more worries. I had friends, thus a new sun appeared in my life. I was simply myself and not shut in a room to mope.

In my family, I’m the oldest of three girls. My father also supported me a lot. He sometimes accompanied me to the hospital.

My little sister was informed about HIV/AIDS, since she’d taken care of one of my cousins who died of it.

She used her money to take care of me. She’s always with me.

The AFPC thoroughly welcomed me, and since then I’ve participated in activities. My commitment to this organization helped me lead a positive life. I thought that life had to stop, and so that helped me a lot.

The support of my family and the support I found at the AFPC really changed my life. I realize that we’re not alone. I’m a woman, and I lead a normal life like everyone. That’s my story.

Aurelie

Translated from French by Sabriya Fisher