To admit to a mental health problem is to lose face: I stand by my choice to write about mine, but I still wince inwardly every time I tell someone what I've been writing about. It's hardly surprising that so many people fail to get the help they need: to get the help they have to ask for it; to ask for it, they have to admit to the problem; to admit to the problem is to risk losing face, in their own eyes and in other people's.
I had it relatively easy. First of all, I'm a freelance writer, a poet, and as such I didn't have a responsible job to lose, or any further job opportunities to miss out on, if the truth were known. Secondly, I'm a woman, and women are allowed to talk about their feelings, allowed to show their vulnerability.
It's not like that for boys. I read this article today: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2081144/The-GP-simply-vanished-A-troubling-taboo-mans-depression-left-loving-family-bereft.html