My family created all kinds of perverse fetishes in me with their religion. My folks forbid me from masturbating or watching porn. Being gay was a grave grave sin. You get the idea. They didn't want me to go to hell (or disobey them), so they'd scare me and punish me, even for things I hadn't done. In response I tried to be perfect beyond reproach and it created the problem they tried to avoid in the first place.
One example, my family didn't want me to get molested, so they used to frighten me and tell me I'd get raped. They'd tell me about boys that went to the bathroom alone and how sinful men grabbed them and performed wicked acts with them, ruining their innocence, corrupting their soul, how it could happen to anyone, even me. Well in response I refused to go into public bathrooms until I was in high school. I never got molested, but, now I have a fetish for public sex in bathrooms, rape, and older men...
I find myself wondering if something like that would even have entered into my mind so young without their influence.