I have had many experiences in my life where people have discarded and invalided my emotional pain because I'm "difficult".
One of the most painful times was when I was battling addiction and, in my drug-filled daze, I told a guy (not a friend at all), about the pain and trauma I was going through. I came out to him, too — all in the same vent. We were miles and miles away from people. It was just the two of us. I knew I should've kept my mouth shut, but for some reason, I couldn't. I felt as if I had to spill.
He made fun of me and caused me to spiral out of control, attacking everyone around me in a heated rant that eventually led to more drug abuse and more spiraling.
I also have told a friend that I was suicidal and he just looked at me and, with a weird tone, asked, "so you just given up that easily, huh?" The other time he said, "you might be losing your mind, but calm down."
One other experience I've had that's pushed me to isolation from these people is a really ridiculous one. My mother was chewing me out because of something (I don't remember) and I started to cry. She didn't give a shit if I was feeling awful, so I lied and told her I had talked to a friend and they were going through something horrible, so I was sympathizing with them. She did a full 180 and started asking if I needed some time to myself and that she was praying for my friend.
The nerve and hypocrisy of these pro-lifers, I tell you...