is a hot day.

I spent some time in the back garden.

I like it there.

There are trees, and I can take advantage of the shade.


There are flowers, ferns, lots of things to look at.


But I cannot sit in the front garden.

If I do that, people point at me from the street, and laugh.

That is because of the stigma.


They decide so many things that I can and cannot do, the people who stigmatise me.

They decide whether or not I socialise, if I have friends.

All of my social contacts have ended due to the stigma.

They even decide whether I sit in the front garden, or the back.




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