My empathy is so buns that I genuinely can't believe that I used to think I was an empath.
I'm a more recent diagnosis, but I swear -- it's like every day, I learn more and more about how my empathy is genuinely fucked.
I suppose that's a little bit of an overstatement; it is very selective in a sense that I'll be sad over animals and fictional characters having a hard time (maybe sometimes people I see on the internet that I relate to, though it's rare), but other than that, I really, really, really hate having to care about/worry about/console other people's emotions.
Even just pretending is a pain in the ass. I made a comment on someone else's post a week ago about how, at work, this postpartum woman started bawling in the middle of the store because she was fat and nothing fit. All of my coworkers/managers were crowding around her, but I only joined in because it seemed appropriate. I didn't even say anything; I stood there and smiled when necessary and felt relieved when she left.
Then, very recently, a childhood friend that I had parted ways with during high school came back. We sort of had a deep discussion, and I personally enjoyed talking about my struggles and my side of the story while she commented on it, but during her turn, I did not give a damn and was just eating my sandwich.
And just now, an online friend I recently made said she was having a bad day. I knew that saying, "I'm here if you need to talk," was socially acceptable, so I said it, but I really hope she doesn't. She's probably just gonna talk about her boyfriend and her friends anyway, none of which I care about because it seems like she's complaining about her wonderful life. People like me don't even have social relationships irl, and she has the gall to say stuff like that? Fuck that.
The cherry on top? For YEARS, my grandiose fantasies had me depicted as this caring, generous empath that everyone would praise for that reason, and I really fucking thought that I'm not out here with shit affective empathy.
Like holy crap, am I an ass. What the hell even happened for me to get this way?
Edit: omg, I can't believe I forgot to list down the time I tried making an online friend, and they said they wanted to stop talking to me because I made it too much about my emotions and extremely one-sided LMAO... But in my defense, my therapist said being vulnerable is how you make strong connections, and I was in fact being vulnerable.