I was raised as a JW, so what I actually observed is that when my brother, whom is older than I by 7 years, was publicly disassociated by the elders, although not baptized, my other brothers and I were all treated differently. I was only like 10 when it happened, but I remember that my friends could no longer come to our house, etc. Then, as I got older, anytime anything happened with the kids my age and I was in any way around at the time, I was blamed for it. This happened to my other two brothers as well. For years, I tried to make it right with everyone and tried to be soooo good. I was reproached over and over and over again. My skirts were too short (they were longer than most of the elders wives.), I was a "vixen"(I was like 11!), I should be baptized (although the PO wouldn't let me), on and on and on. At about 13 or 14, I realized what was going on and decided that if I was going to be blamed and punished for everything, I might as well have some fun. And even then, I still was pretty dang good compared to most standards.
Eventually, my parents switched congregations, and of course, the elders felt it necessary to warn the new congregation about us troublemakers. So it took precisely one month for the blame to start flying on crap that happened before we even got there! It was totally ridiculus, and in a discussion with an elder, I caught him in a lie. So I called him on it and told them they were a bunch of hypocrites, and good luck finding a new scapegoat.
As a child, they destroyed my relationship with God, took away my self esteem, and have caused a life long struggle with distrust of people. Every single elder I knew should've gone to jail for emotional abuse. There was only one elder that ever tried to stand up and defend me and my brothers and he was almost defrocked, or whatever the hell they call it, for his efforts. I could never enter a KH for fear of punching out an elder. I can't even bear to see children out in service. This haunts me...