The closed door: HIV stigma in clinical training
Her door was always closed. Every other mother on that maternity ward had hers open. You could hear them from the hallway: the soft sounds of newborns, the low voices of partners and grandmothers, the particular exhausted joy of those first hours. Nurses moved in and out freely. Students stopped to peek, to congratulate, to practice the small rituals of care that we were there to learn. The ward had …
The closed door: HIV stigma in clinical training
