Was accused of pedophilia when I was 11 by a family member with dimentia. I hadn't even sexually developed myself yet at that point. Didn't matter, my childhood friends were gone after that because they were girls and I wasn't and their mom was bipolar and incapable of critical reasoning.
My next small group of friends were nice until one joined a neo-nazi gang, became a cop, and then became extremely emotionally stunted to the point that me simply telling him, "It's nice to see you after you not being around for months" resulted in him telling me, "to not make it weird." Because apparently it's unmasculine to even approach the most basic of emotional sincerity. It's not entirely his fault, his dad abused him, but that didn't change that after he and I fell out I learned all his friends who I thought were my friends were in reality just accessories to him that ghosted me thereafter.
Around that time I met some nice people but the intimacy is partially lost. They're later adolescent friends that were always somewhat distant due to having life responsibilities that have only amplified with time meaning I have less and less time with them these days. Two of them did help me move though, so I can't say they don't care and I'll do my best to be there for them if they need me. I won't hold my breath at long term prospects though.
The only other friends I have are online. 3 british lads I play games with once every week or so. Otherwise I've got no one at this point.