I can't think of anything in particular, but I want to say yes I have. Before I was even diagnosed and taking meds I didn't give a **** about certain people. And yes now I am even more jaded and have a gigantic wall built up between me and the world. I don't care much for many people and it's not really that difficult if I lose friendships anymore because it happens so much. As far as trying to be sympathetic...this is the relationship between my mom and I. All the does is complain and complain, like what do you want me to do woman?! It could be worse, calm down. Yea I know she's my mom and all, but goodness!!
...and when my grandmother passed, I wasn't exactly looking for sympathy, but just some sort of empathy. But when you are now hurting, you want me to kiss your feet and make you feel better? Nah, I ain't got time for that.
Ok that turned into a weird rant...