When I was 22 years of age, the grim reaper was on our TV screens and current affair type programs released news that 1 in 5 people would die of Aids. I thought wow, there are 5 people in my family - that means one of us is dying from this.
I decided it was me, that I had Aids. I took blood test after blood test and they came back negative. The tabloids told me about false negatives. Meanwhile, I lost my appetite, my ability to concentrate and my zest for life. Ultimately the Doctor prescribed me anti depressants. A few months later looking back, I couldn’t understand it. And no, I hadn’t been promiscuous at all!