As you said, it wasn’t one thing, it was many. My first clear memory where I started to question things was when I was about 9-11 years old. I encountered an anti-abortion rally downtown while I was with my father.

I asked him what they were protesting.

“They think it’s wrong for a woman to end a pregnancy.”

“Oh, killing babies is bad, isn’t it?”

“Do you think a woman should be made to carry a pregnancy even if she doesn’t want it?”

“Ohhh…. Hmm…”

I’m simplifying it, but my father was the first to reframe autonomy and free will for me. I hadn’t begun to realize how the world polices women up until that point.