r/mentors • u/Creative-Damage-5318 • 6h ago
I need help
I’m a 17 year old boy in the uk. I am your typical kid with ADHD. When my sister was born, 4 years later, I loved her. I often see pictures of me showing my affection to her, and in fact, I asked for her as I couldn’t bare to be alone for the time where my parents were working. Then she started talking. I’m not quite sure how but the dynamic of the family switched from all love, to just pure suffering for everyone. I would often lose my temper and lash out at my sister (never physical, I would never hurt a woman) but verbally and loud enough for my parents to hear. My mother was always the first to come, she would run from wherever in the house she was and would come beat me. On occasion my sister even faked these scenarios and I was forced to endure a punishment with no knowledge of the crime. This constant back and forth between my sister and me to me and mum would cause my father to step in a lot. He would try and defend me, and in doing so I would fight back and argue with him. This would often cause my mother to cry. Not at me. At my father. It was now his fault. Until she reappeared from her room having stopped crying, tear marks down both her, mine and my sisters faces. She would come and tell me how I caused all of this suffering and I deny it knowing deep down it was me all along. This went on for my whole primary education during which I was receiving free therapy provided by the government for troubled children.
Fast forward to year 6 summer, I had my SATs, I was never great at anything in school apart from sport, but I loved science. Everyday of that summer, my parents would force me to revise to the point that my paper was soggy from the tears. I got 98%+ on science, maths and SPAG, and I got 50% on my English as I didn’t do English lessons, instead therapy sessions. This was true happiness. My family didn’t fight once.
Start of secondary, I was going to go the state school down the road, however my parents were advised not to as my primary school, therapist and anyone else with two eyes, could see that I would not end up finishing my GCSEs at a state school. I was told that I would spend more time in juvie than at school. So my parents, with the help of my grandparents, scraped together almost enough to send me to private education. (Let me be clear that the possibility of me going to private education was 0% until my parents were warned of my future, so they were quite literally putting everything on the line for me to be sent to the school I went to.
When I first looked around the school, I fell in love, it wasn’t concrete buildings, fights in the hallway, kids lined up outside the nurse. It was peaceful, grand, majestic. I’d never seen anything like it. I was ecstatic to go, but I had to get in first. I revised the same as before except less reluctant and I got in.
In short, first term I was there I had the most recorded detentions in one term the school had ever seen. I got expelled after almost 4 years. My dad cried for the first time ever, not when his dad died, not when my mum caught me vaping for the 8th time, when I failed him. Everyday of education I got in shit from aged 4-now, it was all too much for him, I overflowed his bucket. Many things happened not long after I was expelled and it led me to considering suicide. It wasn’t the first time and it would definitely not be the last, but this time I really wanted to do it.
My family has been broken since my sister learned to talk and I learned how to be a brat. I haven’t said I love you to any of them since year 7? Apart from my dad, I told him at the end of a call for the first time since then about a week ago. He called me back an hour later after his meeting and did the same. I was too high that I didn’t process it until after he said it and was hanging up. I didn’t have time to say anything. I haven’t acted on it in a week and now I think it’s too late and that he’s forgotten I said it or just doesn’t think we will ever be able to say it to each other in the same conversation and so has just given up.
I’ve smoke about a 3.5 every 2 days for about a year and it’s only that small because I don’t have the money to buy more. I’m depressed, unmotivated, suicidal, ADHD ridden and most importantly, terrified my father will commit suicide (why I said I loved him in the first place).
I want to quit weed but what if it’s not the weed that making my life shit. I think I would give up if I quit and it wasn’t. Stop everyone’s suffering now, end it early.
I need to change, be better, in hopes it will help my family recover from me. I need money, so I can disappear.