Jerry Murphy (pseudonym)
"So, how does it feel?"
"So, how does it feel to be dying? I wanted to be the first
one to ask you that question." So spoke my roommate during my
third week of HIV dianosis. I remember, because just before he
spoke, I thought I was getting over my shock and depression.
Maybe I could get on with my life.
And I just sat there. I wanted to run up to my room, pack a
suitcase, yell at him, maybe even strike him, and leave. Escape! But
I had learned my childhood lessons of survival very well: no matter
what you think, no matter what you feel-don't let it show.
It's been over two years since he asked me that question. It
still hurts. It may always hurt me. And it angers me.
But I look back, and after a year of therapy, I evaluate it and
say, "This is why I am me. This is why I act (or don't act) in certain
situations. This is why I can be very screwed up."
Now I look ahead and promise myself that I will never let
anyone abuse me like that again. Others or myself. the source
makes no difference. At least I have gained enough insight to say I
don't deserve to be emotionally and/or physically abused.
Sometimes I actually have the strength to do that. But ruts, even
unconfortable and painful ones, are difficult to leave. Funny how I
fear the unknown.
In this last year I have found some remarkable strengths
among my weaknesses. This cosmic kick in the butt has forced me
(or should I say given me the incentive?) to go on the fast track for
self-revelation. That I can sit here and share these thoughts-my self-
doubts, my fears, my failings-shows me that I have changed. And
so I say, "So, you had an awful childhood? Get over it!"
I know not to aim for perfection, but I can and do expect
progress.
I will not bury my emotions. I will not bury myself
prematurely. I know I can face the unpleasant truth. but now I'm
working on facing the pleasant truth as well.
I am being better to myself. and I deserve it. God knows I
have paid, and am paying, a high price for this insight.
My advice to others: Read the book or see the movie. Profit
from my pain.
Copyright © 1994 by the author