When I went to the emergency department at a local hospital, I had to explain to the receptionist that I was a survivor of sexual assault and that I needed to be evaluated by a psychiatrist.
I had no idea what that meant.
I was also not sure what to expect in the emergency room.
I also knew the fact that I had a mental illness made me more vulnerable to inappropriate treatment.
My psychiatrist told me that I didn’t need to go through a series of psychological tests and that, since my diagnosis was a “mental illness,” I had the right to choose whether or not to have it evaluated.
My treatment was not based on my mental illness and my therapist was not trained to assess my mental health.
She did not even know my name, which is a common practice in the mental health field.
What she told me was that if I told anyone, my diagnosis would be taken as a sign that I am mentally ill and would have to be removed from the unit.
The fact that this is happening in the United States, in my own country, and is occurring in a country with a reputation for treating people with mental illnesses well and effectively, should be a red flag.
There is a growing number of Americans who have experienced and faced trauma in their lives, but have been reluctant to speak out because of the stigma associated with mental illness.
Many people in my experience say that the lack of awareness surrounding trauma and mental health issues, coupled with a general reluctance to talk about mental illness, has contributed to a culture of silence about trauma and psychological health.
In fact, the number of people who have reported experiencing trauma in the past year has doubled.
A recent report by the National Institute of Mental Health found that the number was expected to rise to 40,000 by 2020.
But even though people with trauma experiences are more likely to report that they have experienced it, many of them remain silent.
According to the NIMH, the vast majority of people in the U.S. who have ever experienced trauma have not sought out support and treatment because they do not believe they will receive it.
In the past five years, I have spoken to at least 10 people who told me they did not have access to any sort of treatment because of their trauma.
I spoke to two who told the Nimh that they felt they would be stigmatized and treated poorly by the community and their families if they shared their stories.
When I told them that they did have access, they were horrified.
They said that they feared that they would not be believed.
There was a time when I had nothing to hide.
Now, my trauma is my life.
I am at risk for being killed by my brother-in-law because of my mental disorder.
I have been in prison because I am homeless and am not sure if I will be able to find food, housing, or other services.
I fear that my family will abandon me because of me.
This silence has led to me suffering and killing my mother.
I can’t go to a funeral or a memorial because the people in attendance would not take me in.
I will not be able do my part in raising awareness of mental health because of fear of being stigmatized.
When my trauma was first reported, I was told that the treatment was standard in mental health units.
In reality, I would not have been treated as well as I was without the support of the community.
When this information was shared with me, I felt helpless.
My trauma was not unique to me and was not isolated to me.
I would say to my therapist: “I’m so sorry that you can’t tell me how you felt about my experience.”
She would say: “You have to understand, this is not a new thing.
It happened to a lot of people.
It’s not something that you are going to be able hide from.
There are people who feel the same way.
There will always be people who don’t feel comfortable telling their stories, even if it’s to protect their families or their loved ones.”
A friend told me the story of a man who was sexually assaulted in his childhood.
He said he would go to sleep and woke up in the middle of the night, afraid of being raped.
The next morning, he was afraid to go to work because of what he saw.
A year later, he began to experience suicidal thoughts.
The doctor who treated him told him that he would never be able work because he was asexual.
I told him: “This is not something you are able to change.
You are going through this right now.
You have a mental disorder and it’s not going to go away.”
The doctor told him he was too scared to talk to his therapist.
He had been raped, he said, and his abuser would never stop raping him.
He feared his life and the lives of his family would be destroyed because of his mental illness as well.
He told me: “If I go to see you again,