成人快手

Matt Merry can鈥檛 recall the exact words his mother used to tell him he was HIV-positive. He just remembers not knowing how to react, not at first, not in front of his mum. She had sat him down at a table in the back room of their home in Rugby to break the news. Matt was 12 years old.

He鈥檇 had the virus for four years, his mum explained. An injection he鈥檇 received to treat haemophilia, the bleeding disorder he was affected by, had been contaminated with it. This was 1986, at the height of the Aids epidemic, and an HIV diagnosis was perceived as a death sentence.

After the first signs of infection started to show, he would probably have two years to live, the doctors told his parents.

That night, as Matt lay in bed with the lights out, the numbness he'd felt all day began to ebb away. The enormity of what he'd learned finally started to dawn on him. All he knew of HIV and Aids was TV footage of skeletal-looking young men, their bodies covered in sores, wasting away in hospital wards, and he started to cry.

鈥淔rom that point onwards, for the rest of my teenage years, I had this stopwatch hanging over my head - and at any minute someone could push that button and start this two-year countdown until I waste away and die,鈥� he says.
There was something else Matt鈥檚 mum had said to him, too - he wasn't to tell anyone. Not friends, not teachers, initially not even his younger brother. The next time he went to school he was carrying a secret that he couldn't share.

In 1986, HIV and Aids were the subjects of an all-pervasive, visceral fear. In the media, the disease was largely associated with groups such as drug users and gay men, who were routinely stigmatised at the time.

Matt had heard of homes that were daubed with graffiti - 鈥淎IDS SCUM鈥� and so on 鈥� when a rumour spread that someone living there had the condition. The panic only intensified the following year, when the government released its infamous 鈥渢ombstone鈥� adverts, which depicted Aids as an ominous, deadly presence.

Looking back, Matt thinks his parents made the right decision about keeping quiet. 鈥淚t wasn鈥檛 really an option to let anyone know,鈥� he says. Sometimes other pupils gave him stick about being a haemophiliac, and he can't imagine what would have happened if news of his HIV diagnosis had got out. It had emerged that thousands had been infected with HIV through contaminated blood products, and Matt had heard of schools where parents had pulled out their children on learning that there was a haemophiliac in the class.

But the burden of secrecy weighed heavily on him. 鈥淚t鈥檚 so lonely going through that and experiencing that on your own - not being able to talk to anyone about it, not being able to discuss it.鈥�

He was never offered any professional support or counselling. There were no psychologists or therapists to help him cope.

鈥淚 guess I could have talked to my mum or dad or brother - but it鈥檚 almost like it was so upsetting at the time that I didn鈥檛 want to talk about it, because I knew I鈥檇 just break down in tears, so I just shut it away and got on with it.鈥�

To his friends and classmates, everything seemed normal. No-one knew what was going through his head. To him, it seemed a certainty that he鈥檇 be dead by the time he was 20. He could never have a girlfriend, let alone marry or have children.

His family had nurtured ambitions for him - his dad was an engineer at the Rolls Royce plant in nearby Coventry, and both parents wanted their son to do well at school and go to university. But after he learned he was HIV-positive - he would later find out that he had been infected with hepatitis C too - Matt stopped trying at school. What was the point?

鈥淲hy spend all that time revising and doing homework when I鈥檓 not actually going to have a career or anything?鈥� he reasoned.

Without realising it, Matt had been caught up in what's been called the biggest scandal in NHS history - one that has resulted in the deaths of at least 2,883 haemophiliacs in the UK, according to campaigners. It's feared that tens of thousands of non-haemophiliacs could have been infected via blood transfusions, too.

He鈥檇 been diagnosed as a toddler with severe haemophilia, meaning his blood was slow to clot and he would bleed for longer than other children. This, in turn, meant Matt would bruise easily and cuts would take longer to repair. Bleeds could be extremely painful and restricted his mobility - blood would fill the cavities of his joints, which made moving them all but impossible. His parents wouldn鈥檛 let him climb trees or have a BMX bicycle.

Haemophilia also meant Matt could never achieve his ambition of becoming a pilot with the RAF.

But during the 1970s and 80s, a new treatment for haemophiliacs became available. Injections of proteins called factor concentrates - usually Factor VIII, as in Matt鈥檚 case - helped clot their blood. It was made from donated blood plasma, and there was so much demand for it that the NHS began importing it from abroad, notably the US.

Now, instead of going into hospital every time he bled, Matt had a supply of Factor VIII at home - at first, his mum would inject him, and then he learned to do it himself. He鈥檇 go on summer camps in North Wales with other young haemophiliacs, accompanied by doctors equipped with supplies of Factor VIII, and the boys could play outdoors safe in the knowledge that they鈥檇 be treated if they fell and injured themselves.

But unknown to Matt and his family, much of the imported American Factor VIII was made using blood plasma donated by prison inmates and drug addicts, who were high-risk groups for viruses like HIV and hepatitis C. In many cases they had been paid for it. And because the factor products were made in huge vats from the plasma of tens of thousands of people, if just one donation was infected that would be enough to contaminate the whole batch.

Warnings about imported Factor VIII had been raised as early as 1974, and the government said it would make the UK self-sufficient in factor concentrates within three years 鈥� but it didn鈥檛. As the Aids crisis unfolded in the 1980s, the Department of Health was warned again in writing that US blood products should be withdrawn, but it wasn鈥檛 until 1986 - 12 years after concerns were first raised - that this was advice was finally heeded.

When Matt鈥檚 mother was told that her son had been infected with HIV, she hadn't even realised he鈥檇 been tested for it. She鈥檇 fastidiously kept records of the batch numbers of the Factor VIII he鈥檇 been given, though. She looked back through them to 1982, when he鈥檇 been given a series of injections of proteins produced by an American company. She didn't have any school photos of him taken that year because the photographer came on one of the many days when he was ill.

At school, Matt had a tight circle of close friends, but none of them knew why his grades were plummeting. He did the bare minimum for his GCSEs, scraping through with five passes. He put even less effort into his A-levels: 鈥淚 just spent the two years mucking around, having fun with my mates.鈥� In the end, he had one E grade to show for it. But despite the dire predictions that he would die within two years, Matt still appeared to be healthy, apart from his haemophilia.

On 19 April 1990, just after Matt turned 16, he was assessed by a psychiatrist at Great Ormond Street Hospital. 鈥淗e believes there is a 50/50 chance he will develop Aids,鈥� the doctor wrote in his report. 鈥淗e tries not to think about the future and when he does feel upset he tries to distract himself.鈥� Matt, the report continued, had a 鈥渟trong psychological defence system鈥� but this was 鈥渆asily penetrated at which point he becomes clearly distressed鈥�.

It was likely that even if he did not develop Aids in the next few years, Matt would 鈥渟uffer major emotional difficulties鈥�, the psychiatrist said. 鈥淚t will be difficult for him to make satisfactory relationships with people of the opposite sex, because of the very real danger of cross-infection,鈥� he went on. 鈥淗e is already worried about this and distressed at the fact that he will not be able to have children.鈥� It was to his parents鈥� credit, the report concluded, that he was coping so well.

Around this time, Matt began smoking cannabis. 鈥淚 just thought I鈥檇 give it a go - you know, what harm鈥檚 it going to do? The damage has already been done.鈥� From there he moved on to speed and ecstasy. It was now the early 1990s, and Matt threw himself into the rave scene. He鈥檇 stay up all night, off his face, and then 鈥渃ome back home to mum and dad the next morning, eyeballs as wide as saucers, and go to bed for the rest of the day鈥�.

His parents didn鈥檛 realise what was going on at first. Then one day he came home from college and his dad pulled out a stash box filled with speed and cannabis. They鈥檇 found it in Matt's bedroom. 鈥淲hat鈥檚 this?鈥� his dad asked. His mum was in tears. Matt felt like the floor had fallen out of the room. His parents wanted to know why he鈥檇 been taking drugs.

鈥淚 said: 鈥榃ell, why not? You know, I might not have long to live. I want to try and enjoy and experience as much as I can before I die.鈥欌�� It wasn鈥檛 an easy point to argue with.

One night, when he was 17 or 18, Matt had been out drinking in town. He was walking home with a friend when something compelled him, for the first time ever, to tell someone outside his immediate family that he had HIV.

The friend was shocked, but he was understanding. 鈥淚t was a case of: 鈥榃ell, OK, it is what it is, but you鈥檙e still my mate.鈥欌�� They walked past the friend鈥檚 house, and then past Matt鈥檚 house, and they carried on walking and talking it over until three in the morning.

The relief washed over Matt. Over the next three or four years he began telling his closest friends, individually. As time went on it became easier - he never had a negative reaction from any of them. 鈥淲hat does it mean?鈥� they鈥檇 ask. 鈥淗ow are you? Are you going to be all right?鈥� But on each occasion, he anxiously weighed up whether or not he could risk sharing his secret. 鈥淚 always very carefully considered who I told,鈥� he says. It was always a case of: 鈥淐an I trust this person?鈥�

After school, Matt signed up at a further education college in Leamington Spa. He didn't see much point getting a job, and it was another excuse to muck about for a while. He spent two years there not turning up to lectures very much, and left with no qualifications to show for it.

Now he was 20. Many of his friends were at university in Birmingham, so he moved there, signed on and concentrated on partying. But he sensed that he was being left behind. His friends were moving on with their lives, earning degrees, getting together with girlfriends, and Matt wasn鈥檛.

There wasn't one single moment when it dawned on him, but slowly, over time, he began thinking:

"Well, what if it鈥檚 not two years? What if it鈥檚 longer?"

It had never occurred to him that he might reach 40, let alone 50 or 60. But if his health continued to hold out he was destined for a dead-end job. He realised he had to do something in case he was still alive in 10 years鈥� time.

He applied for a diploma course at the University of Central England and was accepted. In his first year, for the first time since his HIV diagnosis, he worked hard at it. 鈥淭hat was a bit of a turning point for me,鈥� he says. His efforts were rewarded with good grades. 鈥淚t was like: I can actually do this.鈥�

Eventually, the diploma led to a degree. In the meantime, he travelled regularly to Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Birmingham to have his CD4 cells checked 鈥� these are usually killed off by the HIV virus, but his count was still normal. Each time they'd give him his results, he鈥檇 feel relieved. He鈥檇 treat himself to a CD or a video to celebrate.

But although HIV had been the focus of all his worries, the hepatitis C he had also contracted from the contaminated Factor VIII was starting to affect his liver. A biopsy revealed it was scarred and damaged. The doctors suggested he go on a 12-month course of powerful drugs, ribavirin and interferon, in an effort to get rid of the virus. Matt knew from fellow haemophiliacs that the drugs were 鈥減retty nasty鈥�. Some of his friends had had to quit after a few weeks because of the side effects.

At first, taking the drugs was like having the flu. 鈥淵ou鈥檇 be curled up in bed, shivering and sweating, for 24 hours after an injection, and you鈥檇 have to repeat the process three times a week.鈥� After a while, the side effects faded away, and at the end of the 12 months, the doctors had amazing news for him - he was clear of hepatitis C.

Matt was on the move. Australia was the furthest away he could go from Rugby, from everyone he knew and his entire life up until then. And that鈥檚 where he ended up.

鈥淚 think I went travelling to get away from myself,鈥� he says. 鈥淔resh people that don鈥檛 know me. I could be someone different. I could forget, essentially, what I鈥檇 been through over the past few years and the emotional baggage.鈥�

He moved into a two-bedroom house in Sydney with seven other travellers. A close bond quickly formed between them all. They鈥檇 work all week and party at the weekends.

Telling people he had HIV seemed easier here. He would only be in their company for a short time. They didn鈥檛 know his friends or anything about his life. He was still careful about who he spoke to about it, though their reactions didn鈥檛 matter so much to him. 鈥淚 think within me there was an urge to just get it out,鈥� he says.

But for the first time, he started to contemplate the idea of having a relationship.

Because of his HIV status, the notion had always been a difficult one for him. His parents had drummed into him the imperative to tell prospective partners and give them a choice and it was a far more daunting prospect than telling close friends.

鈥淚 met some girls out there and had relationships - brief sort of holiday things, really,鈥� he says. The first girl he told - they鈥檇 met travelling - didn鈥檛 handle the news well. He鈥檇 told her before they first slept together, but later, as the information sank in, her feelings about it began to change. 鈥淚 think she sort of lived with it for a while,鈥� he says. Then one evening they were both in someone else鈥檚 flat with a group of friends. 鈥淚 just remember, she was sort of crying and her mates were comforting her and so on, and it just went tits up from there.鈥�

After he returned to the UK from Australia, just before Christmas 2000, a thought began to occur to Matt - he might be around for a long time. 鈥淚 think travelling really helped, it made me see all this stuff, meet all these different people, and I could be鈥� not someone else, but I was free of everything,鈥� he says - including free of preconceptions about HIV. It helped that, with the arrival of anti-retroviral treatments, other people stopped regarding HIV as an automatic death sentence.

In 2003, Matt travelled to Bournemouth for a friend's stag do. In one bar, he found he'd been separated from his friends, so he struck up a conversation with a group of young women who were standing near him. He hit it off with one of them in particular. Before Matt left to rejoin the stag party, he swapped numbers with her.

They kept in touch and soon they were dating. Early in the relationship, he mentioned he had HIV and braced himself for a rejection. 鈥淚t didn鈥檛 faze her,鈥� he says. 鈥淎t first I didn鈥檛 know if it had sunk in, what I鈥檇 told her. It was just like, phew.鈥� By 2008 they were married. 鈥淚t鈥檚 not bothered her whatsoever.鈥�

If he'd never imagined it would be possible for him to meet someone, then having children seemed completely off the agenda. 鈥淚 thought it was physically, medically, impossible,鈥� he says. But one of his childhood friends, a haemophiliac who had also attended the camps in North Wales, told Matt he had become a father thanks to a technique called sperm-washing, a form of assisted conception.

Matt inquired about it and was dumbfounded to be told by a consultant that, because his viral load was still undetectable, it would be safe for him and his wife to have a baby naturally - without sperm-washing.

鈥淚 couldn't quite understand what they were saying,鈥� he says. 鈥淚 was like: 鈥楧o you not know what I鈥檝e gone through the last 15 or 20 years? Do you think I鈥檓 going to subject anyone else to that?'鈥� However low the risk of passing on the virus was, it wasn鈥檛 one he was willing to take.

The NHS funded three cycles of sperm-washing, which led to the birth of a son. Matt and his wife applied for assisted conception to have a second child, but this was refused. Despite a supporting letter from Matt鈥檚 HIV consultant pointing out that he had contracted HIV and hepatitis C through contaminated blood products supplied by the NHS, they were told these were not 鈥渆xceptional circumstances鈥�. They had to pay for the treatment that gave them their second son.

Becoming a father was life-changing for Matt. And now, seeing his own boys approach the age at which he was infected brings home the enormity of what happened to him.

鈥淚t鈥檚 the only time I get emotional about the whole thing,鈥� he says. 鈥淚t makes me so angry. It鈥檚 almost a displaced anger - I don鈥檛 feel as if it was done to me, it鈥檚 as if it was done to my kids.鈥� If he was told today that his sons had two years to live, he says, 鈥淕od, I don鈥檛 know what I would do, so God knows how my parents felt.鈥�

After decades of pressure from campaigners, a public inquiry into the contaminated blood scandal is getting under way 鈥� but while Matt is glad it鈥檚 taking place, he feels it鈥檚 long overdue. 鈥淭here鈥檚 an uproar about the tragedy of Grenfell, and rightly so, but because we鈥檙e dying quietly, individually, behind closed doors, no-one knows that,鈥� he says.

Matt looks at where he is today with amazement. His hepatitis C has gone and his viral loads of HIV are still undetectable 鈥� he鈥檚 never had to take anti-retrovirals. Of about 1,250 haemophiliacs infected with both hepatitis C and HIV due to the scandal, according to the campaign group Tainted Blood, fewer than 250 are still alive. 鈥淚t really is, in terms of health outcomes, like winning the lottery,鈥� he says.

He has a family and a home in London - he thinks his career is several years behind where it should be, 鈥渂ut actually I'm not too hard on myself because look what I鈥檝e done, I mean, I鈥檓 here and I've done it off my own back.鈥�

He knows that many others haven鈥檛 been so fortunate. He鈥檚 hopeful that the forthcoming inquiry into the contaminated blood scandal will deliver justice, but he won鈥檛 allow himself to get too hopeful.

鈥淪uccessive governments, Labour and Conservative and Liberal Democrat, have failed to address this issue and tried to put it on the back burner or just wait until we鈥檙e dead, until it goes away,鈥� he says.

Despite the vast number of victims, the scandal commands relatively little attention because of the legacy of stigma around HIV and Aids, he believes 鈥� which is why he is telling his story.

鈥淚'm pleased with where my life is at the moment - I鈥檝e got a brilliant family, a wonderful wife, two wonderful kids,鈥� Matt says. 鈥淚鈥檝e got everything to be thankful for. But I shouldn鈥檛 have to be thankful for that.鈥�