My biological family don’t talk about *whispers* mental health. Not mine, not anyone’s.
We don’t talk about mental health so it’s ironic that they believe it is my mental health (or lack of) that makes me take inexplicable, sweeping decisions to cut people out of my life. My mental health and the negative influence of my psych who is, so they say, brainwashing me and turning me against them.
We don’t talk about mental health – they know everything there is to know because they’re educated people, they read the broadsheet newspapers and watch the BBC news – why would they need to discuss it? The mentally ill just need to pull their socks up and stop shirking.
We don’t talk about mental health because it’s all, you know, in your head. Think positive and you’ll be cured. After all, everyone has bad days. Mind over matter. And what have I got to be mentally ill about anyway?
We don’t talk about mental health, it’s a sign of weakness, something to be ashamed of. Don’t tell anyone – what would the neighbours say? The mentally ill should be shut in asylums. Out of sight and out of mind and nobody will know. They aren’t our kind of people.
We don’t talk about mental health.
So I can never say they caused this.