One of the first one i remember for myself, is probably when i was about 5-6 years old. Basically my sister 2years older, draw with creyons on commode, at that time i was doing some shit in same room, not caring what she's doing. Fast forward later that day, my mother see's colored commode with all colors, and starts yelling at my, soon grandmother comes in the room also yelling at me, i try to explain it wasnt me, doesnt care, my sister is just sitting there doing nothing while i take all the blame. Fast forward year or so later, im playing with my sister in garden and we are tugging some stick back and forth, anyway i couldnt hold it anymore and i let it go, so she hit herself in the eye with stick(nothing srs), anyway she starts crying and then my grandmother comes barging in protector of all womyn rights, announce me kiler(srsly 7year old i am fucking killer?) and all other shit she could image. My sister even told her it was my fault - no effect i'm the bad boy, abuser, killer, hitter of womyn.