I I was born in 1966.
I had my first gay friend at the age of 10, he was 12. He explained he liked boys, but didn’t know why he was different to other boys he knew. I liked boys and girls, and didn’t know why I was different either.
When I was 13, he got his first boyfriend, an older boy in his late teens. My friend came out to his parents at 16, and they threw him out, so he was then living with his boyfriend, having nowhere else to go. Amongst my friends and family, there was no issue or bigotry with regard to sexuality, but as I started to notice the the world more, I realised that this was not the case everywhere.
In 1985, I was nursing on a general ward, and there was a chap on the unit who, we were told, had a premature ageing disease, called HTLV-III. He was barrier-nursed. He was skeletal, and unbelievably frail. He was in a side room, but there was no locking away, visitors were allowed as long as they wore what we would now call PPE, and his sexuality never discussed or disclosed.
In 1986, I was at university, and joined the Women’s Committee, where all the bisexuals, lesbians, and quite a lot of the gay community hung out. We protested, we went to Pride, we went to conferences, we supported one another, we lived through the scary ‘Tombstone’ ad, we took part in the anti-porn ‘Off the Rack’ campaign. All the time, friends were being tested for HIV, the university set up a helpline to deal with misinformation and provide support.
I’ve tried to be factual, but it was both a terrifying, and unbelievably loving time of my life. Through my work now, I have many patients who are HIV positive, who are living lives without the same degree of fear, and the life-changing treatments which have made such a difference.
Sadly, as others have posted, this is not the case worldwide.