Quotes About Stigma

Tell them to teach them that when they call you nigger to make a rhyme with trigger it makes the gun backfire

You're wrong," answered the old man. "Prostitution gives her an opportunity to meet people. It provides fresh air and wholesome exercise, and it keeps her out of trouble.

Her problem wasn't she was a dumb blonde, it was she wasn't a blonde and she wasn't dumb.

And that's the insult of it, how always it comes back to a woman being a good mother in the world's eyes or a bad mother, how everything in a woman's life is funneled through her body between her legs.

No one would be able to name what had happened or would wish to name it. Rape was a word that came not be spoken at High Point Farm.

Being lonely was a female sickness for which the cure was the tattoo freak & the tattoo freak was also the sickness.

as men were smudged and stained by crying.

I'm not difficult, I'm decisive. If a woman puts you on hold, she's considered a bitch.

He's really fat.

America fears the unshaven legs, the unshaven men's cheeks, the aroma of perspiration, and the limp prick. Above all it fears the limp prick.

Most men are more afraid of being thought cowards than of anything else, and a lot more afraid of being thought physical cowards than moral ones.

I think the worst one [indian mascot] is the Cleveland Indians' Big Chief Wahoo. It's just a red face on a baseball with a big, toothy grin. It's the Sambo of all other offensive mascots. I have never seen a Native American smile that hard before, not even at a casino opening.

Crazy people are considered mad by the rest of the society only because their intelligence isn't understood.

As recently as the fifties, respectable women were given the sexual choice of marriage or celibacy. Anything else meant ostracism. Women who demanded pleasure in sex were condemned as "nymphomaniacs," much as they are pitied today as "victims of male culture" by anti-porn feminists.

Pornography frightens people. Women in the industry threaten women who are not.

It's sad when the things you continue to do make people question whether you have dementia. They're not inside my brain to hear or see the hallucinations. Would it make them feel better to see me on a foggy day, the type where I curl up under my duvet and hide away from the world? Would that make the disease fit better into the pigeonhole they've allocated it?

if you suspect that you have a mental illness, there is no reason to be ashamed, or embarrassed, and most importantly, you do not need to be afraid. You do not need to suffer. There is nothing noble in suffering, and there is nothing shameful or weak in asking for help.

They lived in a world where mental illness was equated with weakness, and shame, and as a result, I suffered until I was in my thirties.*

She knew that many of my blood relatives had mental illness, but she couldn't or wouldn't connect the dots.

I have no idea what depression even was until I was in my twenties, once I was pretty sure that I had it, I suffered with it for another fifteen years, because I was ashamed, I was embarrassed, and I was afraid.

we in America have done a lot to help people who live with mental illness, we have not done nearly enough to make it okay for our fellow travelers on the wonky brain express to reach out and accept that help.

It's painful to recall, but I'm not ashamed, because all those thoughts—which I thankfully don't have anymore, thanks to medical science and therapy—were not my fault any more than the allergies that clog my sinuses when the trees in my neighborhood start doin' it every spring are my fault. It's just part of who I am. It's part of how my brain is wired, and because I know that, I can medically treat it, instead of being a victim of it.

Foi no contexto dessa política [do 'bom selvagem'] que surgiu a figura do 'índio' aculturado ou em contato permanente com a urbanidade. [...] De um lado, o índio romântico que traz consigo as virtudes europeias; de outro, aquele que carrega consigo os genes da maldade, da traição, da luxúria, da preguiça etc.

That's not the kind of thing crazy people do, her muddled thoughts insisted. That's the kind of thing crazy people see.