I spent 6 years diagnosed with depression. Dr’s and nurses would ask regularly, “any thoughts of self harm? Suicide? “. The focus was always on morbidity. I was eventually “upgraded ” to a diagnosis of bipolar 2.
I remember my first visit to the GP afterwards. He asked “how are you feeling?”. I replied, “actually I feel good!”. His smile dropped he backed away and wrote something on his computer. “Not too good I hope?”. He closely watched my body language…… it was then the smile dropped from my face.
With my diagnoses I will either be too low or too high and never in between. Stigma can be so subtle.