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The Importance of HIV Testing: “The threat is not in having the disease — it’s in not knowing you have the disease.”

“In 2016, I was a 22-year-old with no health insurance and the only place that would take me without extremely high fees for medical care was Planned Parenthood. I was not there for HIV testing, but they offered it to me anyway, for free. I never expected when they called me back a week later that anything was wrong, but my results came back positive for HIV.

Naturally I was shocked. I was diagnosed in a different state than the state I was living in at the time, so it took a few weeks before I could get into treatment. I didn’t tell anyone about my diagnosis because I was worried about what they might think of me. At the same time, I was living in constant fear of what my life with HIV would look like. When I finally got back home to Florida and met with my doctor for the first time to go over my numbers he said “Your viral load isn’t great but it’s not bad. It’s good that you found out when you did because we can fix this.” And almost immediately, the weight of all my fears had lifted.

I have a normal life. I am a graduate student. I have a beautiful man who loves me. I can still have children. I can travel. I can do any and everything I had planned for myself before I was diagnosed with HIV. People often think that HIV is life-threatening. But the threat is not in having the disease — it’s in not knowing you have the disease. Thanks to Planned Parenthood, I know, and that is how Planned Parenthood saved my life.“

— Jordyn, Las Vegas, NV

Getting tested is the only way to know for sure if you have HIV, and it’s one of the best ways to keep yourself and your partners healthy. HIV tests are usually quick and painless — most of the time, all you have to do is rub your cheek with a cotton swab.

The best part about HIV testing? Getting tested and knowing your status can really put your mind at ease, no matter the results. If you do find out you have HIV, you’ll be able to get the information you need to start treatment. There’s no cure for HIV, but there are medicines you can take to help you stay healthy and lower (or even stop) your chance of passing HIV to others.

Having HIV does not make you “dirty” or a bad person, and it doesn’t mean your life is over. People living with HIV can be in relationships, have sex, and live full, healthy, happy lives with the right treatment and the support of friends and family.

Lots of places offer free or low-cost HIV testing, like your local Planned Parenthood health center.

Make an appointment to get tested today.

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‪This just put The Onion out of business permanently ‬

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Opal is a serene goddess because she combines Amethyst’s flexibility and light-mindedness with Pearl’s grace and poise. So, does that mean there’s an alternate universe where Opal instead has Amethyst’s rowdiness and Pearl’s neuroses? Can you even imagine?????

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actually all representation is bad representation because the written word and the moving image are inherently evil

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Podcasts

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this is the most devastating addition anyone has ever made to one of my posts

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literally all four Fs of trauma typology lmao

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Flight—Responds to abuse by constantly attempting to escape it, devolves into self-repeating perfectionism in the belief that it will prevent future abuse, obsessed with either geographical escape or forcibly recovering instantaneously to escape the continual, constant torture.

Fight—Responds to abuse with anger and aggressiveness because that is the only thing that appears to give control in family dynamic. Responds to anything that resembles attack with cruelty and defensiveness and attempts to manipulate with intimidation and disdain before others can manipulate them.

Fawn—Responds to abuse by attempting to become the perfect victim in the hopes of being less hated and less mistreated in exchange for cooperating. Turns off all personal desires, boundaries, traits, and emotions, tries to become exactly what the abuser wants. Continues this set of interpersonal rules even with non-abusive outsiders.

Freeze—Responds to abuse by attempting by any means to dull or numb it. Shuts down mentally, tunes everything that is said or done out, drowns it out with electronics or isolation or addictions. Prefers being disconnected and unaware to actively living.

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Yes!! Fawn is a rarer response just because it requires more complex work in the brain than the other responses, and so most people don’t realize or act like it exists so both as a therapist-in-training and semi-former fawner this is great.

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I feel like there’s so much to unpack with Bojack Horseman this season, I keep wanting to write a post about my thoughts but there are too many separate moments I want to zoom in on and talk about, particularly as it relates to abuse, sexual violence, and trauma and the ways that one person just not caring about anything beyond their momentary satisfaction can lead to a string of lives that are irreparably changed. Spoilers from the very end of the last episode below the cut

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do the spiderverse kids all have. slightly different meme cultures

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miles: look I can fit my whole fist in my mouth

gwen: freaky flexing. but alright

miles:

miles, through his fist: I’m sorry what did you just say

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ok but remember Peter B’s world is most like ours

so both Miles and Gwen would have slightly off memes and distress him when he has a hard enough time remembering his own world’s memes

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I WAS HOPING SOMEBODY WOULD POINT THIS OUT.

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Miles: It’s “strange flex but cool beans.” Peter: Am I tripping on something? Is this a stroke, is this what a stroke feels like?

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Miles: *makes a mistake* This is distressing. Siri play Take on Me.

Gwen: you absolute heathen. It’s ‘This is tragic, google play All Star.’

Peter: whAT the fUCK

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THAT’S IT THIS ONE IS THE BEST ONE

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noir: strange flaunt, but alas

Noir:

Xray of a bat

By X-Ray Art Design

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Her name is Rosalie Fish, is of the Cowlitz tribe, and attends Muckleshoot Tribal School!

One of my best friends was manipulated and abused for years by her transgender wife. Am I sat here posting about how all trans women are homophobic abusers? No, because I recognise that one member of a group being an utter shitbag doesn't mean the entire group is the same way. I'm sorry your boyfriend is an asshole and I hope you can leave him soon and find someone who treats you better, but that doesn't entitle you to attack asexual people in general.

No one's attacking the ace community. My personal experience is MY experience. It's pretty clear in that post. Come

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There is no male or female

Only goth or not goth

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Look my new friend!!!

But what’s this??

Oh?

OH??

OOOOOHHH!!!!!

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HERE

COMES

A…

FRIEND!!!!!

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BEST ADDITION

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Here’s where you can get it, since people only seem to be commenting links instead of reblogging them.

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The Balance by Megan Falley There were days when it looked like love, especially if you turned down the volume. But even if you didn’t. Bus rides asleep on each other’s shoulders, sharing an earbud plugged into a song as if sharing a secret. Afternoons where we stayed in our pajamas and played video games after he bought us twin bodega sandwiches and remembered mine without the meat. And while I look back on the memories with equal, if not more repulsion, I know that I wasn’t an idiot to stay. That my heart invented its own verb which meant To Love The Dog Who Licks The Scar It Gave You. On a dirty bar couch on Valentine’s Day he said I would fight with you every morning if it meant I could kiss you at night and at the time it didn’t sound like the Codependent National Anthem or a vending machine where you put in fury and get out passion or even like the things I read now in pamphlets—the ones I thrust upon other women like my own righteous gospel— it sounded like the sweetest thing he’d ever said to me. A poem I could fold real small and carry around in my locket, not noticing, for months how it also kind of choked.