Novel & Cerita Stigma Effect

I would surely go after her whether she likes it or not. As a result of how upset I was, I got famished already. My stomach began to grumble already. I was unable to chat freely with anyone anymore just because of the stigma she has made on me. Just when it was about time to go look for what to eat, I headed to the canteen to get some. Even without sharing words with anyone, they began raising different topics.

“I've started it already and I don't think I have the mental capacity to talk about this again if I stop. I've been pushing it away for over ten years and I just want to talk about it and let it go.” It was like she was in that spot all over again and I hated the fact that I put her there. “Don’t you ever go to therapy?” “No, I didn't think I could talk about it again. I couldn't stand the stigma that it would bring. If I told anyone, they would open a police case and people will find out. Not like any of that mattered, they already talked about my family like they had nothing better to do.” I remember being in that position. When my mother died, I remember us being the talk of the town. Peo

“Is that one of the reasons why he and Zane are at odds?” “I don’t know, and I would never ask. I do know his mother was killed in a car accident, a hit-and-run.” I sighed. “This would all be so much easier if there were just some book or something I could read.” “There are a few out there. I’ll see if I can get you copies, but please do not try to purchase them on your own.” “Is the stigma really that bad?” She nodded. “I’m afraid so.” I didn’t like how uneasy she looked. “I won’t be telling anyone we had this conversation,” I assured her. She looked so relieved I felt guilty and changed the subject.

Though I still don't exactly trust this town, it was more so the people on the outside, everyday people with normal lives who suffered some sort of mental illness in silence because of the stigmas. I was starting to believe that whatever karmic misery had been unleashed on me was finally coming to an end. But as if toying with me, life had slapped me back with another great big fuck you, first with the return of the cancer that was hellbent on taking my life and then on the same day, as if someone really was convinced that I was strong enough to handle it all, the beginning of another social media attack.

I got the justice I deserved for what Brit and his friends did to me as I won't have to carry the stigma it caused as I move forward. •••

“Someone who takes any and every customer—a streetwalker.” His grip tightened. Red marks bloomed where his long fingers pressed into her jaw, holding her in place between his thumb and the rest of his fingers. A violent shiver ran through her, her breath catching as the full weight of his words sank in—the terrifying possibility of what he meant, of what could truly happen. “And you would have done nothing to change that course of fate if it happened. Would you?” He released her jaw. “And you are very much aware of their life, don’t you?” His voice was quieter now, but no less sharp. “It consists of social stigma, tarnishment—a life like a prison, a life of stigma. Of ruin. Of being trapped—

“Therapy is already accessible to them even without this whole scenario.” “Yes, it is accessible to them. But the problem is their willingness to go. Therapy itself is being frowned upon by the society, especially the conservative families of the students of La Florence. That is the existing stigma that I plan to break with this; letting out to the media.” Damian defended his stance as valiantly as he could so that he almost convinced Mr. Ben into agreeing. But he was so focused on one single detail that he was not able to see the big picture of it. Good thing that he has someone to save him and his plans.

Diana gritted her teeth, pinning me with a sharp, freezing stare. "Don't bother? Pierre, don't you dare forget who you are. Without me and my family, you'd still be a homeless orphan living on the streets. Your father was an institutionalized schizophrenic. Did you finally inherit his crazy genes?" The words hit me like a bucket of ice water, freezing me to the core. My mother was dead, and my father was broken. That stigma had been glued to me since the day I was born. In the orphanage, everyone had kept their distance from me, as if trauma were contagious.

There was nothing that brought out the beast in me than being reminded that I was a bastard. An illegitimate abandoned son of the Bronson family. It was a fucking stigma that I had had to carry on my shoulders for years, like a freaking badge. It had made my life difficult in more ways than anyone could ever imagine. I had entered rooms that made people make fun of me rather than respect me. Simply because they know that I wasn’t a legitimate son. But even in that anger and stigmatization, I had risen above it all and given myself a better life. I have spent painful and excruciating years building a future that no one could reach, not even the same man who made the world see me as a bastard.

Damian questioned, arching his eyebrows. Stella nodded her head in disapproval but no word came out of her mouth in response as she really saw a ghost making her numb but little did she know it was not any ghost effect on her in fact it was the love effect. Love effect of Damian on her which was making her do crazy things in front of him. As we all know it's a magic which can make any person go mad or do such crazy things which they never imagined to do in their life. It has the power to make your life or to ruin your life completely. At the end the choice is all yours. How will you tackle with it!