I remember them telling us that my mother couldn't get a liver transplant after a suicide attempt. She had a whole tribe of people around her to support her, children who loved her and needed her. But she was "Mental", so she didn't matter. And because there was no transplant, she died.

And more recently I remember being told that I can never adopt. If I'm ever to have another child I'll have to risk my health by coming off my meds. I've been nothing but a good Mum, my son is thriving, on the cusp of adulthood, all is going well... yet I'm eternally an unfit Mum.

This is never going to change, we are always going to be the objects of prejudice.