Overwhelmed by disability
When I was first diagnosed in 1997 of a mental disability, after a particularly traumatic ordeal, I was devastated. To be told I have a mental disorder and going through the trauma as well seemed like a double whammy to me. I was already reeling and now I was down for the count. I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as well as severe depression.
The crying the hiding in my home and the disassociation from my children made it even more unbearable, I just kept sinking lower and lower. I fought taking medications because that would make it concrete, that I do indeed have a mental disability. Especially if the medication made me feel better, then there would be no way to escape the truth, I was; I did indeed have a mental illness.
These fears and many more keep people from getting the help that is so desperately needed. Another fear is that the record of your mental illness will follow you where ever you go. If you try to find a job or have legal issues this will be brought to the forefront and work against you. This is not true. You can apply for a job without the stigma following you around. Unless you wear a red badge with MHD (mental health diagnosed) no on will know, unless you tell them, or act inappropriately.
So with phase one you go through denial, this can’t be happening to me, fear how this effects the rest of my life, will I ever get better, sadness, (depression), self-isolation hiding and avoiding to include visitors and the phone. I would hide when someone knocked on my door, even if it was family.
We would need clinical help, Such as a psychiatrist, psychologist, psycho-therapist. Not to mention good family support or significant others as well as good friends and education for them.