It part of the, "Thou shalt not kill" category. People are ignorant and can't enter into an empathic relationship with you because they life in fair conditions. If you could have a one on one with them share with them this:

If I was to steal a chocolate bar under my own caprice would that be bad? Okay, what if I wasn't myself? What if I were some under some hypnotic spell, would that make me guilty? Okay, now what if instead of having a hypnotic spell, which I wasn't myself, what if I couldn't be myself and what is driving my brain, my mind into this abyss is not under my control. I can't snap out of depression, it's not a light switch away. If this disease is out of your control then you aren't in the fair condition to fully be your flourishing self. You can't be blamed because depression is in the drivers seat and your rationality is trumped by this heavy baggage. And if my rationality is defeated then how can one truly blame me if I weren't me?

It hurt me when so many of my coworkers couldn't empathize with the death of Robin Williams. It's as if they are color blind. You can't describe color to them. The only way to see it is to experience it. Your family hasn't experienced it so they view it as if it were a weakness of yours.

Their ignorant. And their capacity towards compassion is only ankle high. Even people with exceptionally high IQ's can be emotionally numb towards mental illness. Don't get me started on this though.