Stigmalion

My name is Dolores McBride, and since birth I suffer from a very rare form of allergies: touching other people causes me the strongest burns. I can’t kiss the guy, hug my parents, leave the house without putting on gloves. I am untouchable. I seem to live in an enchanted castle that holds me captive and punishes me with burns and scars for every attempt at the “escape”. I even came up with a name for my prison: Stigmalion.

I no longer despite despair that I will be a captive of my diagnosis all my life - and I will die a captive. I do not have my dreams that the medicine will invent from my illness, and I do not expect that I will meet a person who does not leave burns on me...

But what a tenacious feeling is hope. What if I still make an escape from Stigmalion? Suddenly I can once know all this: touch, hugs, kisses, madness, freedom, love?..