Your comment reminds me of a nightmarish incident which happened awhile ago. I had been feeling depressed and decided to call the local crisis hotline and talk to somebody. Even though I said that I wasn't feeling suicidal, just depressed, they offered to come out to my home and talk to me. I had also mentioned my diagnoses. When they got there (it was a couple) they started acting threatening, and wouldn't allow me to leave the room. They called the police and forced me to go to the hospital for a psyche eval! When I got there, it took all my self control not to panic and have a meltdown because there was a guy standing in the doorway of the examining room, wearing rubber gloves and leering at me. I stayed very quiet and when the psychiatrist came in, he was impressed with my self control and wondered why on earth I had been railroaded into the hospital like this. I was allowed to leave. But this incident impressed on me the realization that it could at times be dangerous to ask for help; especially when people have erroneous opinions about our diagnoses.