A few years ago my ex-gf was away on an internship and I started seeing a prostitute occasionally. I was just really occupied with college and didn't have time or felt like dating or finding anyone new at the time. I was never the type of person, or so I thought to even consider it, but one day I just got a hard on I couldn't say no to, and the rest was history....I started compulsively surfing craigslist... back when they had the adult services section, and whamo, something happened, I liked it...it gave me a rush..,and caused a new addiction, prostitutes. I exclusively get oral sex from them. I have had approximately ten encounters in the past 2 years, but mostly with the same female "sex worker." She seems careful enough and claims to just stick to her regulars. I did have intercourse with her once over a year ago and the condom broke and I had a shaving cut that was several hours old and closed. And it was a good chance it didn't have any contact because I made a conscious effort not to dip in all the way, since it was at the base.
I got an HIV antigen test about six weeks later and got a negative result but never got re-tested. About a month ago I saw her again and accidentally cut/pricked the top/axial part of my penis with my zipper, but put a condom on over it and received oral sex anyway. Even though there was a condom over it, there is a chance some of her saliva may have contacted it because of the simultaneous stroking, which causes the condom to ravel in/roll back into itself. I actually watched carefully to make sure that it didn't happen, and I'm almost sure it didn't. The condom did brake though because of complications of a fat man, and I put on another one. It brings me no pleasure attempting to articulate this incident. She didn't have a cut in her mouth...most likely so I know I'm going to be OK.
I'm the one who was bleeding anyway, She didn't seem to be worried about me bleeding though which bothers me, even though I know she likes me and trusts me. I even told her I got the HIV test mentioned above and asked if she had it, and she said she didn't. She most definitely likely doesn't have HIV anyway but the stigma of her profession and lifestyle still creep me out bad. I am going to get tested next Thursday just to stop worrying. I actually saw her again two days ago because I can't seem to say no to my penis. I just followed it to her house. I need help. Going back gave the fears less power though. I am a real advocate of exposure therapy when treating OCD. However, I don't promote what I have done...but hey, I never would have considered going to a prostitute before puberty. If you told my young self that I did, I wouldn't have believed you. I don't think there is anything wrong with it...it is cheaper than a date, etc, etc...the only problem is the worry of the countless penises that she has interacted with. It is the oldest profession. If it wasn't for STDs I would probably live in a ***** house.
The rest of this post is my story and the genesis of my OCD with the hiv and a little about me.
I have had a life long fear of HIV. I have a mild OCD/paranoia with HIV infection you can say. The fears started early in my childhood (5-7) and became OCD certified in junior high school, when I was 12. I went to a private school, and a younger student/peer, who was the younger brother of a classmate who I didn't get along with vandalized the school bathroom and claimed that I did it to avenge his brother who I, and many others picked on and borderline bullied a little.
The stress of getting in trouble for something I didn't do, and the 12 hour interrogation that took up three school days by the c@%t principle triggered the OCD. I wouldn't admit to something I didn't do, and it was my word against his and the ***** chose to believe him because he got fewer write ups/referrals than me, but it was only because he was two grades my junior...he wasn't credible at all. He was a troublemaker and known academy award winning liar. I totally got *** raped.
A week later I had a nightmare of getting poked and stabbed with an HIV tainted needle on my hand by a classmate in the classroom at that damn school,...after waking I noticed some scratches on that same hand that got poked with the needle in the dream. The scratches were from my parrot but I had somehow convinced myself that a mysterious HIV boogieman gone rogue who came into my room from the f***ing shadows in the middle of the night infected me. That is basically the genesis of my OCD with HIV.
It is actually hilarious. You can't make this s**t up.
Back then I knew nothing about cell biology, and my fears really got the best of me. I am now finishing my undergrad in biochemistry. I have also read a lot about the virus and know the conditions that need to occur in order to become infected. Education is the only thing that hinders the OCD. But OCD thoughts are quick to creep up on you before you even have time to reason out a thought. It's only after you have an attack, you can reason it out, which isn't easy. I no longer have insane HIV/OCD symptoms, which include everything from HIV tainted blood falling from the sky into your Coke or the HIV boogieman hiding under you bed ready to ***** you with a syringe filled with the hiv. But, now as a sexually active MWHSWW, it still creeps up hard. I enjoy anything that makes us humans feel good. The substances I am most fond of are opiates, mdma, marijuana, and N2O. I rarely use anymore though because of school. I am most addicted to women, even though I don't score much anymore because I am too busy with school.