At the risk of being overly dramatic, I can say with certainty that October 25, 1985, is my own personal “Day of Infamy.” On that day, I was escorted into the doctor’s office and told that I was HIV+. Everything I knew about myself or thought I knew about myself was thrown into a whirlwind. The only alternative left to me was to face the HIV infection, stigma, and discrimination. I made a personal refusal and determination not to succumb to stigma.