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January / February 2011
Till Death Do Us Part
by Isabell Zipfel
I am 24 years old, and I am a widow. I married at the age of 16. My mother arranged the marriage. My husband was 28 years old. But my father didn’t like my husband. He always told my mother: “Don’t marry my daughter to that boy, she is too young.” My mother liked my husband. His ﬁnancial background was very good. In the ﬁrst night after the marriage, my husband started to touch me. I asked him not to, I didn’t feel ready for it, I was too young. My mother-in-law was very good; after a while she came into our room and told my husband not to do anything with me. She took me to her bedroom. So in the ﬁrst night I slept with my mother-in-law.
After three days, my husband started to touch me again. Again I felt scared. Again I rejected him. I went to my mother-in-law. After 15 days, my husband started to drink. He was not satisfied with me at all. After drinking he came into our room and started to touch me. Then he forced me to have sex with him. My husband was always drunk, so my mother-in-law advised him not to drink. She told him: “Don’t do that, you have to be good to your wife, you have to take care of her.” He didn’t listen to her. He thought, “She is my wife, it is her duty to tolerate all that.”
After these discussions he always went straight off to the wine shop and drank a lot. Then he came back home. Weaving. Falling. When he entered the room he called me. He started to take my clothes off and forced me to have sex with him. Every day. Then he vomited and fell to the ﬂoor again. I took care of him, I washed him. I cleaned the room. I never told these things to anybody, because he was my husband. If I had told anyone, they would have said, “You are his wife, you have to deal with the situation. That is your duty.”
My husband had a good job. But he drank. So he lost his job. His boss told him not to come to the ofﬁce anymore. At that time he wanted to have sex with me all the time. So I learned to lie down on the bed and to accept it. I told him, “I don’t want to have sex, but if you need it, just do it.” He didn’t take care of me at all; he just always came into the room, called me and asked for sex. When he was not having sex with me, he didn’t notice me at all. He didn’t even know where I was.
After a while I got pregnant. I got pregnant again. At length my husband got ill. He had a fever for one month. I told him to go to the hospital. The doctor found out that many parts of his body were damaged because of his permanent use of drugs. But he did not ﬁnd out why my husband had a fever all the time. The doctor gave him some medicine, but the medicine didn’t work. Then he took an HIV test. The result was positive. The doctor asked me, “Did your husband have a relationship with another woman? Is your husband satisfied with you? You know that he would never go to another woman if he was satisfied with you?” I said, “My husband is satisfied with me.” The doctor told me and my daughters to take a test as well. It came out that me and one of my daughters were HIV positive.
My sister-in-law started to separate the buckets of water for the shower. She bought her own soap. When she was cooking she asked me not to touch the vegetables. She advised all the neighbors not to talk to me. She told them that I was HIV positive. Everyone started to harass me. My husband’s family blamed me because my husband was HIV positive. They accused me of infidelity, they told me that it was all my fault. One day my family asked me to go to Lucknow to worship. My husband and I went there alone. So my husband felt free to do whatever he wanted to do. Nobody could advise him to take the medicine and not to drink. He started to drink and to eat non-vegetarian food. He forgot to take the medicine. His state of health became very serious. He got TB. So we decided to bring him to the hospital.
He died on the way to the hospital. I was 21 years old.
After that I was alone in my home with my two kids. My sister-in-law made a lot of problems. Sometimes I put on a new dress. Then she asked me: “Why are you wearing that kind of dress?” She looked at my makeup and told me to remove it. She accused me of wearing the new dresses and the makeup to attrack her husband. She said, “You are jealous of me, because you are a widow.” So I started to wear simple dresses and not to put on makeup anymore.
When somebody came to my home, my sister-in-law would shout: “She is HIV positive, she is cursed.” All my family members asked me to marry again, just to leave the house. Nowadays I don’t have any money to do anything. I don’t have a job, I don’t have any support. My husband died, so nobody gives me any money to live. I always go outside with my mother-in-law. People ask me, “Why do you take your mother-in-law with you? Go alone!” But when I go out alone, I have the problem that I don’t have any money, even to take the bus. So I walk.
I am 28 years old, and I am married. In the ﬁrst part of my marriage, my life was great, but after six months my husband started to get very sick. He had stomach problems. He had a fever. He got very, very ill. His weight was 32 kg (nearly 71 pounds). The doctor gave him a lot of medicine, but it didn’t have any effect.
One friend told my husband to take an HIV test. The result was positive. The doctor wrote on the report that my husband was HIV positive. So everybody got to know that he was HIV positive. The medical staff advised everyone not to touch my husband because he was supposed to be contagious. In the hospital he was always the last to get food. His bed was in a separate room. The room was very dirty. There was a lot of dust, and there were a lot of mosquitoes.
After two days I took my husband home. My mother started to separate all the dishes. The bed was separated; the room was separated. One day somebody told us to go to Delhi to the hospital. So I went there with my husband. The doctor, after having read about the HIV status of my husband, gave us the feeble excuse that there was not any room available. He told us to ask somebody else in the hospital. We had to go downstairs, we had to go upstairs. We had to go to this ofﬁce, we had to go to that ofﬁce. My husband was very weak; he couldn’t move his legs at all.
After three days of going around and around and asking everybody in the hospital, it was clear that they would not admit my husband to the hospital. The doctor told me to take him away and to take care of him by myself. And he told me to test myself also. The results were positive. All this happened after the ﬁrst six months of our marriage.
When my husband’s family heard that my husband was HIV positive, everybody shouted at me. My mother-in-law and the rest of the family said that all the problems started the moment I came into their house. They said, “You are the main reason for all our boy’s problems. You are a very bad girl. You are not good for our family.” They all asked themselves, “What happened? Before his marriage our boy was a very happy person, he was always laughing, but after the marriage he got very sick.”
My family did not support me either. They just asked me to come back home and to leave my husband. But I wanted to live with him. I wanted to take care of him. I didn’t want to leave him. I broke off contact with my family. I did not go there for two years. One person told me about a care home for HIV-positive people in Delhi. I went there. My husband was admitted there. Somebody advised me to go into a care home for women. But in this care home most of the women were taking drugs. I did not want to stay there.
I did not have any money. I did not have a job. Antiretrovirals were very expensive at that time. I couldn’t afford them at all. During the day I stayed in my husband’s care home. There I learned how to take care of patients. After some time I searched for a job as a nurse. The salary of my ﬁrst job as a nurse was 1,500 rupees (about $33). With this money I started my new life. I was living alone so I had to walk around alone. There was nobody to protect me. Men were watching me. They were staring at my breasts. But at that time my husband was not able to protect me.
I started to give interviews to the media about my life as an HIV-positive person. Then my family members blamed me again, because my brother didn’t get a wife. They said: “It is your fault—everybody knows now that you are HIV positive.” I thought, “I am in Delhi, I have to survive. This is my life. I have to take care of myself.” After three years, my brother finally got married, and my family wanted me to come home again to the wedding ceremony. I didn’t go. I was too afraid that they would start to blame me again.
Now I am very depressed. I ask myself: “Should I die? Should I commit suicide?” I think that my life is very bad. I am not satisfied at all. I do not get any support from my family. I do not get any love from them. The only person I get love from is my husband. I am disappointed with my life. The only thing I want is love. Is there anybody who could give me some love? I don’t want any property. I just want love. But, apart from my husband, nobody loves me.
Yesterday I felt sick. So my husband called my brother in the night. My brother told him, “Call me back in the morning; I don’t have time now.”
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