teeth.
No go! He advised me flatly not to disclose my status. It made me feel
sad and angry. Suddenly, after all these years since diagnosis, I felt
isolated and stigmatised once more.
My husband had found a great dentist here. I thought maybe I would register
with him and not say anything - completely against my principles. But
no sooner had I decided to do this than a plumber came to fix something
in the house, told me that his girlfriend worked for the dentist and how
excited they all were that my husband - who is a well-known actor and
is frequently recognised - had been treated there.
Great! I now know that in this small place if I had my HIV status written
on anything it would be around the area within minutes...
On the one hand, I love not being treated as a walking virus in this area,
as an object of curiosity.
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But on the other, I should be able to register with any
medical and/or dental service in 2002, and not fear for my privacy being
breached. But it just does not seem to work that way. I shall have to
continue to commute to London and hope I do not fall ill here. What a
shame.
Meanwhile, if there is anyone out there reading this in the wilds of Wiltshire
who knows of any sympathetic GPs or dentists - please let me know.
