Examining how one relates to owning a Quiggle appears to be an ongoing process, a little like pealing back the layers of an onion - tears and all. Is it no wonder that the public has no idea how to respond to individuals with discernible Quiggles? If we Quiggle-owners spend so much energy passing, or covering, strangers we meet in passing (no pun intended) probably have a right to be completely confused as to how to behave.
I'm not suggesting we give up the fight to defeat stigma in healthcare, but perhaps we might also give some thought to what someone once wrote: "Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass; it's about learning to dance in the rain."
Umbrella anyone?
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