Quotes About Stigma

With what all these people are saying, do you think that anybody wants to be around me? They all think that I did this on purpose? That I knew that I was positive, for so many years? I feel now that I'm going to be attacked if anybody sees me or if I go to the office.

For so many years of my career, I was The Big Show. So in the back of my mind - whether it was 'fat' or aesthetically not pleasing or whatever crap people want to sling around - I enjoyed being The Big Show. I enjoyed being 450 pounds.

How come someone always saves the people who try to kill themselves and then makes them tell everyone how sorry they are for ruining their evening? I keep feeling like everyone wants me to apologize for something. but I'm not going to. I don't have anything to apologize for. They're the ones who screwed everything up. Not me. I didn't ask to be saved.

Let me tell something, seeing your name and psychiatric ward on the same piece of paper isn't the best way to start your day.

It's a really crappy feeling to realize that your entire outook on your life can be controlled by some little pill that looks like a Pez, and that some weird combination of drugs can make your brain think it's on a holiday somewhere really sweet when you're standing naked in the middle of the school cafeteria while everyone takes pictures of you. Metaphorically. Or whatever.

This upscale Marin whorehouse allowed the men to come and pick from the lineup of women like we were donuts in a pastry case.

AIDS is the leprosy of the 21st Century. Where did Jesus hang out? With lepers. Jesus would love on people with AIDS.

There's nothing the world loves more than a ready-made description which they can hang on to a man, and so save themselves all trouble in future.

You may say suicide is a loss of control and cowardly. Foolish as it may sound, I am prepared to argue.

Y pensar que aún existen personas ignorantes que dudan de que los locos sepan hilvanar sus ideas!

You don't think it's"– and now she looks around the restaurant before leaning in, whispering–"AIDS?" "Oh no, nothing like that," I say, though immediately I wish I had paused long enough before answering to scare her. "Just . . . general . . . brain"—I bite the tip off an herbed breadstick and shrug—"injuries.

They packed him away for a few months last year, you know. Nutty as a fruitcake, though you wouldn't know it to look at him now. Not that he's normal, or anything. But he doesn't give you the idea that there are little bats flying around in his head anymore, if you know what I mean.

Spending time with Benny the Blister had shaken Buck Nance's confidence in the superiority of the white male. He and his brothers had clung to such views since their Romberg youth, warped by their father's fulminations. While redneck stardom had exposed Buck to many white fans who were poor advertisements for a master race, Blister stood out as one of the worst specimens he'd ever met: stupid, reckless, dirty, and delusional. And that's when he was stone sober.

A survey shows that more college graduates are homosexual than those with lesser education; therefore education makes people gay.

Just because you're a zombie doesn't mean you're a bad person.

You couldn't escape the pointy hat, though. There was nothing magical about a pointy hat except that it said that the woman underneath it was a witch. People paid attention to a pointy hat.

When I think of the name 'Joyce' I think of a grandma or an old chubby Mrs. Claus.

I'm not one to sit here and judge here. But I think it's funny that the people that condemn the adult industry the most are the ones consuming the product the most.

My sadness compels me to hide it so that people won't judge me. Seeking help would have blown my cover. Meanwhile, my mania convinces me that it's making me fun so I'll want to dive further into it. Seeking help would've ruined that good time.

We all deal with being unfairly judged.

The fact is, women don't like to talk about money, let alone deal with it. Though we're killing it at work, earning more than ever, running our households, and making big-ticket decisions, too many women still worry they'll be judged by what they earn and how they spend it.

It's hard to explain exactly what it feels like to be judged. There's a shame to it. Even when you know you're innocent. It still feels like you are coated in something dirty and evil.

Part of the reason people don't talk about their loneliness is that they feel they will be judged for it.

I think I've always been interested in playing people who are judged very harshly.