I only care about 3 people in my life...
As far as family, they are myself, my wife and my son.
Do not really care too much about anyone else. I do have friends, and I will support them and whatnot...
But I have disowned my father and blocked him from contacting me. He wasn't accepting of my transition and chose his religion over his daughter. His loss, not mine. He wasn't bad, just wouldn't accept it no matter what.
I have refused to assist my ailing grandpa when he passed away, though to be fair he had a DNR, but at time I did not know this. Family wanted me to go next door to his house and I flat out refused. Also, I barely knew the guy. He came into my life when I was 14 or so, but briefly.
My mom I believe accepts me. She is supporting me while we are getting financially stabilized... But she keeps putting us on guilt trips and using her support to essentially control us.
My sisters also accept me, but they too busy bickering about who is more liked in the family.
I just care about my immediate family, I don't have time to truly care for others.
I have had several grandparents die... I was forced to go to their funeral. I didn't show any emotion or remorse at all. Only emotion I ever showed over a death was my cat.
I guess getting bullied every year of K-12 kinda gave me a tough skin. And it takes awhile for me to open up to people... Hence why I only truly care about my immediate family.
**Edit**
I should clarify that my parents went through a nasty 5+ year divorce. Each parent used us kids against the other parent and tried to be our "favorite" and one-up the other parent.
Plus my dad was in the Navy so always out to sea and never home. Further, my mom worked multiple full time jobs and was never home either.
My parents hold grudges even against us children, as my mom almost kicked me out of the house just for telling the truth to our guardian about our sister.
And my bullying in school was severe, I was in counseling and saw a psychiatrist multiple times (not for suicide, but severe depression). Even when I expressed that I felt more female, none of the mental health people ever did anything about it.
Further, my parents never spoke to or about gender identity, they just "assumed" and went with it. Plus my dad being ultra-religious I knew not to bring things like that up. I never knew the term transgender until well after I left the house.
So between the bullying, and my chaotic family... I have essentially become a hardened stone and not many things will get to me. My LCSW even said I have almost no emotions when it comes to some things (like a family member death).
But I truly do care about my wife and son. I will go to the world's end and back for them.