Mistakes and apologies

I hate being wrong. I have always hated being wrong since I was a child, and if I said something incorrectly, my older sibling would tease the living hell out of me. It wasn’t just joking banter, my mistakes were constantly being brought up and paraded in front of guests, my parents, friends. This resulted in me despising being wrong to the point that I would become stubborn even when I knew I was wrong, desperately trying to find a way to be correct.