I apologize if this comes across as ranty and/or bitter, but sometimes something is said that just...pisses me right off.
There's a line we, as supporters, have to walk - are we supposed to have these huge issues in our lives (because, yes, our sufferers are part of our lives, and what they are going through affect us immensely), and just...shut up about it? If our sufferers had, say, cancer, we supporters would be considered well within our rights to say, "Sorry, I'm going through some stuff with my spouse as they are very sick," or, "I have to take some time off work for my spouse's illness," and we'd PROBABLY have to divulge what that illness is. We could tell our own support system, "Shit. My spouse has cancer and I'm SO SCARED right now."
But instead, my (still not ex! More on that maybe someday) husband decides he's done being married because of PTSD, and I'm just supposed to go along with the lies he told to his own family about how it's a mutual decision to end our marriage, when they ask? f*ck that. While I didn't go into detail, I did tell them that, no, it wasn't a mutual decision, it was his, and it hurt. When pressed farther, I just said "He's ill, but that's not mine to tell. If he wants you to know, he'll tell you."
I'm not supposed to tell my mom why I'm heartbroken at my marriage ending (beyond the obvious)? "Well, he just decided he was done, so oh well." No. He has PTSD that he is refusing to get help for, and he threw our marriage away because it was too hard, and it Broke. My. Heart. My loved ones wondered why I wasn't more angry - and oh, I was pissed. But I was hurt more than anything.
You want stigma? If I'd said nothing other than, "He decided he's done," RIGHT after my dad dies? THAT would cause the other people in my life to look at him like an idiot or an asshole.
To be honest, I'm not sure WHAT I would have done if he'd added the layer of "Never tell anyone" to it. He managed to realize that while it's his illness, and he's a private person, that I have as much of a right to rely on my own support system, and when my heart is being torn into a million pieces, I'm going to need all the support I can get.
At least people seem to agree that therapists are allowable because hot damn she saved my life, and I might mean that literally.