I avoid a lot of things. In face to face conversations I have a hard time admitting my feelings, even if it's just admitting to physical pain like a headache or stubbed toe. When I write my yearly Christmas letter, there are giant elephants dancing across the stationary which I refuse to acknowledge. I won't talk about the man who messes up the family dynamic, even though my extended family is burning with questions about him. Even when I blogged consistently for a whole year, I avoided talking about the girl that broke my heart.
I avoid doing laundry until it's necessary, and same goes for washing my car. I avoid making my bed because, honestly, I'm just going to crawl back in it in a few hours. I avoid important conversations, simmering arguments, anything which I believe will be taxing and a pain in my ass. I avoid it until I absolutely can't anymore, and then it blows up and smooths over and everything is, usually, fine.
So I was really proud of myself this weekend when I stumbled onto a made-for-TV movie on Lifetime called "Girl Positive." I'm not usually a Lifetime movie kind of girl, but this one caught my eye and I couldn't shut it off. The movie stresses the importance of cautious sexual interaction and the reality of HIV among the suburbs and non-risk groups in the US.
When I turned it off, I realized- I'm in my mid-twenties and I've never been tested. Can you believe that? It never seemed quite so insane to me because I've never had intercourse with a man, but after watching that movie- how ignorant could I sound? Like that is the only way to get an STD/I or HIV.
It's not like my sexual education was lacking. My health class taught me all about being safe and staying healthy, but when I came out all possibility of testing positive for anything sort of flew out the window for me. Gay and Lesbian sex was not exactly stressed in the health curriculum in my little Mormon and Catholic town.
But, instead of procrastinating or avoiding, like I would normally do, I called up my local clinic to get a blood test. Now I have to wait. The waiting part sucks. I probably should have stuck with avoidance. But at least once I know, I'll know, and hopefully it'll just be a reassurance- a peace of mind.
When I drafted this post last night I was scared. I had expected to receive a call yesterday, but it was just radio silence. Because we missed yesterday's deadline, I know that because of the clinic and the hours this particular doctor works, I might not get a call until next week. Now I don't feel quite as scared. The chances of me testing positive for anything are so slim that it's not worth worrying about until I know.
I just need to relax and let what happens, happen. I'm sure it'll be fine.