(I jut need some advise because I’m in a really horrible place and haven’t been doing well, it’s a very dry short story because the bad parts had only been going on for 21 consecutive days, I’m autistic and have ADHD, so some stuff may be a little fuzzy or confusing because I struggle to remember some stuff, so bare with me here).
Hey Reddit, I’m Noah, I’m currently 14 years old, is about to turn 15.
So basically, I’m an affair baby, born in 2011, my mom cheated on her husband with my dad, she already had 2 kids, a 2 year old girl, my half sister, and a 9 months old boy, my half brother.
Her husband found out and left her with my half siblings, my dad was very upset with her because she had told him that she was single and childless, he didn’t talk to her for two months, my mom wanted to have an abortion when pregnant with me, but my dad convinced her to keep me till birth, then once I was born, she gave me up to my dad and basically erased herself from my life, I have zero childhood memories, I don’t hate her or hold any grudge towards her, I understand why she had to do it, and from what I was told from my dad, she and her husband got back together for the sake of my half siblings.
Before we go to present day, I would like to point out that my mom’s family is extremely large, with many cousins, aunt and uncles.
I never knew any of them, but they knew about me and decided not to be involved in my life.
Fast forward to present day, I’m doing ok, started my freshman year of high school.
That’s when she came from outer space to my dad and asked him if she could meet up with me to reconnect, I didn’t think it would be a bad idea, maybe she felt bad and wanted to be involved in my life, which made me feel kinda better about the situation.
But the entire time when I was having dinner with her, she talked about medicine and health stuff, which made me a little suspicious, and at the end of dinner, I feel like she was here because she wanted something from me, and she wanted it bad.
Every 14 consecutive days for 2 months, which is a fortnight I believe, I don’t remember, I went to dinner with her, and every time, it got a little suspicious.
And that’s when she invited me over to her family’s reunion in Pennsylvania, I’m from New York, so I took the train down south, which was 5 hours to Pennsylvania from New York City, and that’s when things got out of hand, I was surrounded by people I didn’t know, and felt like I was in the police station being questioned.
That’s when I was told that the reason why she contacted me is because my half brother was extremely sick with leukemia, and needed a 2 blood donations, I left and went back to New York, I told my dad and his side of the family about it, they supported me and told me that it’s my body and I decided if I want the transfer, because my half brother is A+, and I was AB-
But for some weird reason, me walking out made them think i said absolutely to donating, they went everywhere saying that I was saving my half brother.
But I didn’t know them at all, I didn’t know my half brother, I only knew my mom for 2 months, and I didn’t know her family, so I decided not to send my blood.
I told them that I wasn’t gonna donate, and literally 2 minutes later, i got angry and hateful texts from.
My half siblings called to chew me up, they called me a douche bag and an evil person, she said that my life was beautiful while hers was absolutely hell, it made me feel weird, but the truth is, I don’t wanna give blow to someone I don’t know one bit.
5 days after that, my mom FaceTimed me showing my half brother in serious condition and pleaded with me to donate my blood, I asked my friends and Peres for advice, but they were furious at me, called me a douche and a monster, a few called me a murderer for letting my sibling die, because I could save a life, instead I’m letting her die, which was what an evil and cruel person would do, and then they all unfriended me and went no contact.
Everyone except my dad and his family is furious at me and are refusing to talk to me, it sent me into a deep depression, I went to a therapist about it, and even the therapist told me that I was a bad person for not donating blood to a sick person, and said that I deserve every bit of the hate I’m getting, now I’m lost and stuck.
Any advice would help a lot.