I was watching an episode of "Homicide:Life on the Street"…
A great series, ran from 1993 to 1999. This particular storyline had to do with a woman who had murdered a partner that had knowingly infected her with the AIDS virus. Initially, a couple of the detectives were afraid to be in the same room with her, because she had KS lesions on her face. It reflected what was known (and not known) about the disease at the time.
I remember how, in the office where I worked, there were coworkers, young men whom we all liked, who were suddenly getting sick and dying. I wasn’t afraid to visit them in the hospitals, when we could—at first people weren’t allowed to—but many of our colleagues were afraid. It was a very bleak time, and my best friend and I often speak of the friends we lost during those days.
I remember how, in the office where I worked, there were coworkers, young men whom we all liked, who were suddenly getting sick and dying. I wasn’t afraid to visit them in the hospitals, when we could—at first people weren’t allowed to—but many of our colleagues were afraid. It was a very bleak time, and my best friend and I often speak of the friends we lost during those days.
