I knew I shouldn't have been messing around with Tyler*, but I did and now I am paying a very heavy price as a result of it.

Tyler and I had some casual sex a few months back (I spent one weekend at his house) and yesterday, I woke up feeling crummy.  I hurt "down there" and I felt nauseated and feverish.  Worse, I had an itchy, red rash all over my body. 

I thought I had another case of chickenpox.  That was what the rash looked (and felt) like.

I didn't even go to school.  I felt so bad Mom took me to see Dr. Crandall and after running some peliminary tests, it was discovered that I had syphillis, a sexually transmitted disease!

You can imagine how my mom reacted.  She bellowed.  She screamed.  She cursed Tyler, calling him everything but a white boy.  She yelled at me, which only made me feel even worse.  I knew I had screwed up: she didn't have to tell me twice.

I'm now to stay away from Tyler (or any boy); Mom has forbidden me to go on any more dates or to interact with any boys from here on out. 

If you ask me, I think Mom is being ridiculous.  I didn't know that Tyler had syphillis or that it was contagious!  Now that I have it, I have to take special medicine to get rid of it and not go to school until I'm no longer feverish or until the disease itself Or the rash) has been removed from my body.  I guess that won't mean I won't go to school until sometime later next week (depending on how fast the meds work or how fast the disease is eradicated).

I guess I will never show my face in school again.  I am already a pariah to my parents: they are hugely disappointed in me.  Well, I don't feel very good about myself either: the feeling is all too mutual.  I have learned a rather painful lesson and I am going to have to learn to win back the trust of my parents. 

I should have known better than to mess around like I did.  Oh, why did I ever get into this mess??  This is the worst possible thing that could have ever happeened to me!!

*Not boy's real name; name changed for identity purposes.