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I tried to convince myself I was having some sort of allergic reaction to a new pair of underwear, but Google-searching my symptoms pointed in one, very specific direction: an STD.
This didn’t make sense, as I’d never had unprotected sex in my life.
But this was easier to know than to actually believe.
The next six months were a bit like learning to walk again—I stumbled around like a baby deer, too heavy for my own body.
Plus, I wasn’t the sort of person STDs happened to.
I was a Planned Parenthood volunteer, a sexuality studies major, and everyone’s go-to friend when they had questions about losing their virginity.
Further Google searches opened my eyes to the powerful and invisible stigma associated with sexually transmitted diseases.
He nodded contemplatively before changing the topic.It helped to not have to look at him and watch as he processed the new information.It was also easier for us to talk about herpes in the context of my general health, as opposed to our possible relationship.But Andy and I were resourceful kids, and we weren't about to give up on two months of sexual tension.Borrowing a trick from our teenage selves, we grabbed a blanket and hunted down a secluded enough corner of the campus softball field.