I’m kind of interested in the “milking it” idea. I wonder what you mean. You say that in a pejorative way, but is all whining bad? Seems to me that whining can be stress relieving.
So, if people are in pain, or even if they are faking pain, you know what? My first impulse is to be sympathetic. If, as time goes on, and they have opportunities to do something about it, but they don’t, then my sympathy goes down. I don’t care if they have an excuse or not.
The thing is, depression can make you see yourself as utterly worthless, and undeserving of having friends or lovers or anything. When you’re inside it, at it’s worst, it seems like it will never end and, at least in my case, you actively work to drive people away. Not because you don’t want them. You desperately want love and attention. But you don’t deserve it. You are evil. Worthless. Scum. A gutter is too good for you. Being homeless is too good. Hell, even death is too good.
Sometimes you might scratch the hell out of yourself. Or cut yourself. My personal favorite was imagining, in excruciating detail, what it would feel like to slide a very sharp stilletto between my ribs to the point of my heart, and then inside it. I look at myself like a bug on a slide, sort of clinically, waiting to see how much it takes to make my heart stop.
You do anything to make the physical pain match the emotional pain, which is overwhelming, and completely unreasonable. And you can sit there, watching your train wreck of a life, and your efforts to make it even worse, knowing there is no reason to feel bad, and unable to make the pain go away. Cognitive dissonance, I guess.
I don’t know what it looks like from the outside, but it seems to me perfectly easy to suss out the depressed. I feel like we glom onto each other. There’s some magic scent in the air. Maybe it’s just the way we talk, or the way we look, or the disorganization of our spaces. There is no mistaking the reality of this. You will have no idea what to do, and it will surprise you, and confuse you, and seem absolutely backwards. I guess, I’d have to say, that if you have any kind of close relationship with a person, and you are a good observor, there’s no way you won’t be able to tell the difference.
Of course, I’m sitting here fuming. I’d love to trade you my emotions. You’ll see. It’s just peachy!