I was born in a protestant family that advocates the teachings of Christianity. My grandfather is in fact a Lutheran pastor. My family was the strict Christian family that went to church every Sunday, said prayers every meal, and actively read the Bible from time to time.
As a small child I had difficulty accepting* the faith, and after doing so have questioned the existence of God. I was never very open about it. In my high school years, I began losing faith, although actively taking part in a youth group (I stopped going to church) I realized that science has begun to disprove many things of Christianity. I felt disgraced by people who tried to shove Christianity down other people's throats. It was, however, the personality of God that bothered me the most. I didn't like they way many people were hypocritical, committing the same sins every week, then coming to church to 'repent', as they sat there lusting over how they'd commit the sins soon after church.
It was a lot of things, still many things that I am unconscious of.
Anyway, I have become more active in answering my questions about the afterlife, or what there is hereafter. While searching for an answer, I stumbled across some basic teachings of Buddha, that made perfect sense to me. After studying the believes for a few weeks now, I am happy to admit that I have adopted it as my religion. I don't want it to be a secret, and I started sharing openly admitting it to my friends whenever religion was discussed. I have recently told my mother. I felt very odd doing so, because Buddhism is foreign to my mother. I doubt she would approve of it if she realized that it wasn't a Chinese Christianity. The same goes with all my other strong protestant relatives. I think my grandpa would have the most difficulty accepting it.
My mother was recently discussing with me the shithole that my brother's life is drifting into; how he is nearly failing his senior year in high school, how his 2 year long relationship has ended, how he has been actively doing drugs for a few months now, how he was sent to jail for paraphernalia, and how he was recently fired (again) from his second place of employment in the small town that they live in. She asked me to pray for him, and all I could say was "He is in my thoughts", which she questioned. I reminded her that I have recently adopted a different religion, and now have a queazy feeling in my stomach about all this. I foresee a gigantic Christian penis being shoved up my ass, if you catch my drift. I know that when I go home for Christmas break, my mother will get in my face and question me about it.
I feel discouraged to choose my own religion, I feel like a bad person, as if I am letting my family down. I feel selfish. For those of you who have gone through a similar experience, if even indirectly through a friend or someone you know, please share with me things that will help me get through this.