When I was little, I used to cry all the time and scream in my sleep. Of course it was because my mother's friend repeatedly raped me-but to cover it up, my mother tried to convince me that I was just "over sensitive" and she used to tell people that too! They sucked it up like candy!
...alas, that's not the worse insult I've ever encountered. After the accident, when I couldn't even walk across the street (I'd stand there, frozen at the edge of the sidewalk), my Ex said, "Your mind isn't made of glass." It was before the PTSD diagnose. Of course, there were the standbys, "You're just being paranoid," and "Get over it."
In our society, conformity and silence is far more important than healing and acceptance. Let's not make the same mistakes concerning shell shock in WWI and PTSD in WWII and Korea and Vietnam and all other conflicts up until now--let's raise awareness!