Like many of you I decided to pick aua as my school to persue medicine but its been a while, 6 months that I have withdrew from the program due to a situation that happened while I was on the island...please consider all the cons, all that is stoped to leak out... before going down to antigua..
locals on the island do not enjoy having students around and unfortunately I was considered as one of them, they are highly racist towards students, specially if you have lighter skin color... one night before our 2nd exam I decided to walk outside my apartment to smoke a cigarette and refresh my brain for the challenge coming my way the next day, I did as I wished.
lighting the cigarette walking in the neighborhood, I was strangled in my thoughts about tomorrow and nothing else..while going through my thoughts a car approached me and asked me if he could borrow a smoke, before getting a minute to answer, two huge guys came off the car and took me into the back sit, took me a minute of silence to get out of the shock and get my thoughts together.. All I could think of was to stay quiet so that maybe they would let me go after they take all I had with me..a watch, 50 bucks, a pair of somehow expensive shoes and a pack of smoke.. I just stayed quiet instead of screaming and pissing them off in any way..they took me to a graveyard and and just like I thought they took all my belongings..but unlike what I expected it didn't end right there..they started beating me up, it was blood every where, I dont know if it was my nose, my head bleeding, all I could think of was to stay quiet so that they would think im dead and leave..it got to a point that I didnt need to act dead anymore, I became unconscious..I woke up hours later all bloody, it was still dark when I got up, I dont know how many hours it has been.. there was this pain radiating up from my legs, my shirt and pants were all covered in blood... i ignored the pain and I started walking towards the closest light in sight to save myself from the graveyard... next day I went to school complaining..no one wanted to listen.
10 days later I went back to new york...and specifically for a check up to my doctor..
my family doctor took the time to explain, to even start what he was about to tell me, his sympathy and his talk about raising level of aids and stds in antigua was stabbing right through my heart, finally he got to the words I never wanted to hear... and he said it, I was diagnosed with aids, I couldnt believe this was happening to me, I denied it for the longest time, out of all the people why was it me? or how many more cases are out there that just never get a chance to talk about it? or are too embarrassed to even mention it?
turned out during all those hours I wasn't just beaten up and bloody all over but also raped while unconscious..aids..doesnt have a cure..I am a 23 years old guy that will live with aids for the next 20 years...still hurts like the very first day when I was notified...