I was a professional whose career depended on my mind. My brain had to be well. I could easily accept a broken leg or arm, but not a broken brain. If I were to be mentally sick, my life would collapse. Then a sense of shame.
Psychiatrists treat people with mental illness.
I live on my own as a widow. I simply can't be mentally ill. Then a sense of fear. Other diseases that bring hospital stays are honorable. People bring flowers and gifts.