Stigma Novels & Stories

“ It’s very possible, just hard to attain, “ he huskily said. I could tell from the tone of his voice his mood had gone down. I wonder if it had anything to do with his mother. He slammed the cooler shut and walked away. “ Next time slam it a little harder, “ JJ shouted. Why couldn’t he just shut up sometimes? One day, he was going to say that to the wrong person and get killed. “ So, who do you think would win in a fight? Katherine or Ethan? “ Maya said brushing her ass against JJ’s pants. JJ carefully shooed her away and she sat and pouted on the cooler. “ Ethan, have you seen his muscles? “ Mabel swooned. I had the urge to beat the shit out of her for betraying me. How could everyone thin

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.

Venetia was already on her cell, dialing his office to escape the wrath her mistress seemed to displace. Tara's anger immediately took its leave, appointing her good companion distress instead. His name did the job too quickly then anticipated. Out of all and everything, she didn't want to talk to him, see him, call him, think about him or do anything that included him. Her shame yet again crawled her skin like leech, the print of his hands on her bottom ablazed, drowning her in embarrassment and self loath for the tenth time in a day. "No...no that's...that's not necessary" she stuttered her pitch lowering, trying to stop her before she could make a call.

she added, forcing a plastic smile. After school that day, I noticed the way my colleagues stared at me. Many who used to talk to me or say hello suddenly vanished. The stigma was real; my heart ached every morning I had to go to school. Chris acted like he had never been involved with me, even though students whispered that he had gotten me pregnant. He always defended himself, saying we were only friends.

"I knew he'd be distracted. I just didn't expect him to try and... again." "I appreciate the effort," I said. "But if you do something like that again, you might get yourself killed." "I know the risks," she said. "But I can't stand by and watch him take advantage of you. I’ve been a victim of rape once before and I can tell you, the stigma never leaves. No one should ever have to go through that." Her statement made me and Chloe look at each other in silence as we could now understand why she was willing to go to extremes to help us.

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.

Stella looked at John and shouted in anger, "You bastard, you are responsible for all this. I would never have carried Lucas's child in my womb if you were not infertile. Now you understand why I carried Lucas' child in my womb because you could never give me a child. I carried Lucas's child in my womb to hide this disability of yours from the society. I did this for you, you bloody bastard. I did it only for you. But you ruined everything. Everything I did is for you. Now how could you blame me. Do you know what will happen if the society came to find your disability? They would have made your life hell. I saved you from it and now you are planing to send me into hell. How shameless you are

"Don't you feel like getting revenge on her? Joey hired people to kidnap you. How can you stay so calm?" "She's at the police station now. Even if I hated her, I can't vent my anger by yelling or hitting her. It's better to stay level-headed and let the law handle her punishment." Even if she revealed her mental health history during the trial and escaped legal consequences, the stigma of mental illness would haunt her for the rest of her life, completely changing it. With her temperament, she wouldn't be able to handle people whispering behind her back. Over time, she would lose herself and become unrecognizable.

Mitch asked in concern. Simon piped up, "Don't you consider us your friends, Zebb? Why did you hide your condition from us when it's that serious?" What else was Zebb supposed to do? He'd be humiliated if he brought it up! Even now, he wished he could bury his head in the ground. Men were deathly afraid of people finding out they were having issues with impotency. It wasn't just a health issue—it affected their dignity, too! Even if they couldn't get it up, they had to make sure they could still hold their head up high!

The words are a familiar, acid burn in my mind. I walk to my closet, my movements mechanical. I pull out a clean shirt, a pair of jeans. I look at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes still hollow from lack of sleep. I can’t hide the hollowness, but I can try to hide the rest. I comb my hair, meticulously, trying to tame the mess that matches the one inside my head. I spray cologne, a desperate attempt to cover the lingering scent of stigma that I feel branded on my skin. I’m getting ready to meet a man whose name I don’t even know, and the entire time, my mind is screaming at me. You’re a fraud. You’re a liar. You’re going to get hurt again.