Here are my thoughts on this important topic.
People with no contact with mental illness, when it is mentioned, often feel confronted because a/ they cannot see the illness b/ they cannot offer advice c/ they feel less happy as they feel it is a negative topic and there might be other reasons.
Birds of a feather flock together- in this case forums are the ideal place to vent, seek support and learn.
An example of this. You are the hairdresser and you ask your client how their day has been. Your client is a brain surgeon and she begins to rattle off medical terminologies- "well, my day has been challenging, first off, my patient has a transmitter lopendage isotoping grifficania and it was pressing on the rectoanalism. Of course I couldn't stop the bleeding as it was leaking grey caulitiffanges". You get the picture. Now as you pick yourself up from the floor from fainting you might be swayed not to ask for anymore detail in fact I bet you change the subject- "apart from that how was your day...do you like mohawks"?
Perhaps however this sums it up, because regardless of my suggestion you refrain from letting strangers or acquaintances know it still hurts we cannot get some basic understanding.
LEGS OF SPOKE
How can I let them know?
When the dark exceeds the glow
When the sun hides behind the clouds
Silence they hear...but I scream so loud.
Some stand beside a 6 foot hole
Shake their heads and see its toll
They ask how he could have dropped
Out of the circle -a forget me knot
Yet they seem to see clear and there is hope
When they sight a person with legs of spoke
A crippled girl pushing her chair
A man be manic- there's no one there.
"Storm in a tea cup" hurts so bad
Like the cyber crow who remains so glad
Keeps flying and in full flight
Achieves his art...in the middle of the night
For some in power see it their way
Even at the side of a 6 foot grave
Shake their head and call out "why"
"Why on earth- he didnt have to die".
So kind some be they reach out so true
Smile away "we want to meet you"
Bring along your vintage car and your smile"
But leave - what's behind your dial.
So we laugh and dine and all's ok
Leave at home come what may
If I be saddled with legs of spoke
They'd lift me around- bloody good bloke.
But as my mind hurts so bad
Cannot hide my feelings- mad?
Can no longer be bloody good bloke
Sometimes I wish.....
I had legs of spoke......