Twice a week I would receive injections or IV's of Factor VIII which clotted the blood and then broke it down.

Financial hardships were rough on us, even though Mom had a good job at G.M.

Because of the lack of education on AIDS, discrimination, fear, panic, and lies surrounded me.

I was labeled a troublemaker, my mom an unfit mother, and I was not welcome anywhere.

A lot of my time was spent searching, thinking and planning my life.

I came face to face with death at thirteen years old.

I spent Christmas and the next thirty days in the hospital.