Stigma Romane & Geschichten

An advantage for them. However, the bad stigma about Raveen still lingered. He was a murderer, didn’t know how much blood had flowed because of Raveen. Actually Lavina didn't want to think about that anymore. It was a very wrong act when Lavina still had a bad stigma about her husband. A murderer doesn't mean unforgivable right? Again, Lavina felt uneasy. She was about to give birth but distrust of Raveen hit her again. Did Raveen really deserve to be a father?

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.

“Sophia once told me that there was a time you went missing for almost a year. What happened?” I had prepared for this question before. A lot of people had asked it and I had my lie at a ready in case another person asked it. “I fell terribly ill so I had to go for a treatment abroad.” Xander stared at me before asking another question. “Why did you not tell anybody before you left?” “It was an illness I did not want to talk about. I don’t know if you understand but there are stigma that comes with some certain conditions so I’d rather not let people know about it.”

She sighed and then got into the car, closing the door behind her. He pulled away from the curb and headed down the street. “Things are f-ked up,” he complained irritably. “You shouldn’t have f-king left on Sunday. You embarrassed us in public.” “I embarrassed you in public?” She snapped back. “You guys have done nothing but humiliate and degrade me since my first day at school. I’m the Triquetra’s whore, the slut sleeping with three guys. You want to keep your f-king a secret because you are worried about the social stigma of it, but you don’t give a f-k about my reputation, about what happens when word that I’m f-king the three of you gets back to my par-”

I feel like I’d explode any minute now. ‘Why…’ Kavish had gulped. I looked up to find him staring at me already. ‘Why do you not come out? No, one is responsible for it. What has happened, has happened! You cannot do anything about it now. It was a mistake. You are not responsible for it anymore. You are your own wolf, Alpha. You are doing it to yourself. Stigma-’ ‘You do not understand, Kavish. I cannot forgive myself ever for the sin. I–’ I pull my hair and breathe through my nostrils.

An elderly woman beside me suddenly says, bringing the events from last night rushing into my mind and I stiffen and lower my head as the steam emitting from the rim of my mug of chocolate smears across my face. A moment of silence follows as if they all realize it's a sensitive topic but the voice comes again, sounding tender and empathic as she goes on to say, “It’s not a stigma to bear nor a curse upon us like the rest of the Pack thinks. They’re just ignorant because we’re different in ways they can’t comprehend and they shun us for their impatience and ignorance. Then again, how can you find patience for what you don’t encompass in knowledge?”

I says. " Stigma?! There is no one stigmatizing you here" He says. " I know , what about those who are not my family, they might never want to get closer to me thinking my mental health might still happen again" I said . " Can you stop thinking I'll of yourself ? We all ate here to help you , we will never let this happen to you not even when we found you after five years, I cried so hard that day most especially knowing that I lost two people in a day felt really hurt,it was such a black day for us and the entire kingdom" He says.

“I'll help you with your recovery process. You need to get rid of those bruises. They wouldn't look good in front of the people…” A spark of fear and intense shame sprang into my spine. The thought of facing the people with such a messed-up body had me almost panicking. “You know how the people are about women who got captured by rogues. They're treated unfairly and secluded. They get stigmatized. Luna or not, they're gonna do the same thing to you.” “But nothing happened.” My explanation was desperate, and I was in tears. “All they did was hurt me. I was a victim. Why would I get stigmatized for it?”

She bared her soul-teeth at the heavy oak doors, sensing the stale air of tradition and the sharp scent of judgment waiting on the other side. I took a steadying breath, trying to push down the 'less than' narrative that threatened to choke me. I wondered what they could possibly want. Had they found out about Tad? Or were they finally going to address the 'stigma' they’d let fester around me for years? I reached for the brass handle, the cold metal biting into my palm, and pushed.

Carla asked. "That you are bi or that you have been to bed with Bette?" "Both." They both said. I smiled. "I have no right to judge what you do, either of you. With or without the right I do have a judgment. I envy women their freedom to be bi. The stigma for bi men is so strong that most men won't let go far enough to go there. Two women can share a hotel room and while someone might wonder no one makes the sharing a negative."