My mom often does that as well; she dismisses everything I say and treats me as if I am a child. She even goes as far as mocking my problems and making fun of me.
That's exactly why I don't confide in anyone about my problems anymore. Even when they know the truth, they try to give meaningless platitudes, suggesting that it's my own fault and that I must have brought all of my problems upon myself. And at worst they mock me for those problems.
But we both know it's not that simple. It's a lot worse than most people realize, being incel is like a curse. And like you have stated, they are simply unable to empathize with us because they aren't in our shoes. It's easy for them to dismiss our suffering as nothing.
It is really ironic—and frustrating—that so many people refuse to understand our struggles despite the fact that their lives are usually filled with love, friendship, and intimacy, which are three things we've never had.
