Girls never lie boys never tell the truth.

[deno]

Michelle, thank you for sharing more of your story. Your awareness is sharp, and your instinct to protect others, like your sister, is incredibly compassionate, even when you’re carrying so much yourself. You’re right about projection—people often accuse others of exactly what they can’t face in themselves. It’s confusing and cruel, especially when it starts young. But you’re seeing it now, and that kind of clarity gives you power. Keep writing. You are not alone.

 

[michelle2025]

There once was a time when I used to believe everything my dad told me. I was the evil one, I was the black sheep of the family. I was trying to kill my own sister. Such was the case when my dad explained to me how I used reverse psychology to make my sister grab the electric fence. (Now I see what I did, The talk about fencing brought up my experience with a fence.)
What is the evidence? She screamed and said I made her touch the fence. Defense is gagged, not allowed. Guilty of attempted murder.
Revisit the scene of the crime. It is a single wire gate that hooks to the main fence using a hook with an insulating handle. The gate is open being unhooked and laying on the ground.
My sister is about to grab the wire when I warn her about it being electric and would hurt her.

New evidence: It is not connected to the main fence and is only electric when connected to the main fence. The main fence is connected through an overhead wire that goes to the barn and is connected to the fencer.
Nobody saw her touch the fence, and it appears that at the time that section was not electric.

Suppose somebody grabs the electric fence, and nobody helps them.
I used to go out behind the buildings to play in the old cars after school. Like many time before, I grabbed the wire to move it, only to find it was now electric and I could not open my hand. Looking across the meadow, I could see my dad tilling the field. I watch as he went back and forth, disappearing over the hill and then reappearing. There was no indication that he had seen me, and I was left to figure out how to get my hand free. Using my other hand, I opened the hand around the wire.

It might have been days later when I heard my dad tell his buddies how hilarious it was to see me stuck on the electric fence. I now wonder if I had walked into his trap and got electrocuted. And how am I affected by having that electricity flowing through for something like 45 minutes. Is that the cause on my heart hiccups.
Michelle

It was non-lethal, But I was a child.

 

[michelle2025]

It seems something was wrong about the electric fence story. The key is a newer electric fence controller would not act like that, and that makes the story unbelievable. However this was back in the 1950s, and the fence controller possible was not UL approved.

It was a International Electric, model 106, matching up what I remember it looked like to find a photo to identify. Unlike the modern versions, this one had a bi metallic strip that heated to open the circuit, resulting in a longer power pulse. I used the fingers of my other hand to pry open the hand that was wrapped around the wire.

When my dad came running because of her scream, her hand was not wrapped around the wire. Don't get mad, get even. A fence was that was not electric before was now electric. This is the punishment I get for making my sister touch the electric fence.
His statement about how funny it was to see me stuck on the fence, shows that not only did he know that I had grabbed the fence, he was not about to help me in any way.

Somebody told my dad about the psychological "fact" that the older child will be jealous of the younger child, but there was no mention about the difference in our ages changing that into being a protector. Every lie she told was only more proof that I was the bad one, and she was the angel.
Today I read something she posted on Facebook, When people do bad things to you, it is a learning experience.
Should I just forgive and forget, even when there has never been any apology. From what somebody else has told me, She is proud of what she did to me.