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.