The trouble is have no-one to ask. There is just silence, which as you have said leaves space for me to make assumptions. I nearly asked T last week, but I have done so much complaining about so many people, and I feel for her. She has to be loyal to the organisation she works in. She did once g as far as saying could she say anything the Crisis Team to make me feel able to contact them if I was in Crisis, but after my husband had gone into detail she agreed I wouldn't be able to.
But i'm still left believing it can't be this bad, it must be me, it must be my fault. Despite evidence to the contrary, despite the Inquests that have criticised failures to act - it must be my fault. T has drawn a flow chart that starts with "I have PTSD' and "I don't have PTSD" and ends up on "In any case I don't deserve treatment"
Now I'm stuck in a loop where whatever happens I'll lose treatment in one way or another - by residential not being available so it won't be safe to continue, by running out of time before the system gets there or by being un-diagnosed. Maybe believing there is nothing much wrong and pulling myself together is the only viable option.