The social worker who organized the evening with me invited two speakers; one to talk on Mental Illness in the family, and the other was the Director of an Assisted Living Facility. They were good choices, spoke well and were sufficiently smart to allow the participants to ask questions as they cropped up. There was a whole lot of pain in that room.
During the evening, a young woman, not yet twenty, approached me and hugged me saying; “Jill, this is the first time that I have been amongst so many people and not felt any stigma.” I can’t get those words out of my mind.