I fucked up a lot as a kid. I was a ball of energy, I stuck my nose in everything, I wanted to know everything, and I wanted to do everything. I was unable to ascertain what unspoken rules were, and a good chunk of the time I'd reject the rules if I thought they were unfair, illogical, or unarticulated. This was the primary source of conflict between my father and I growing up. He'd frequently say "because I said so" when I asked him why to something I didn't agree with, or didn't understand. If I tried to press further he'd threaten punishment or something similar. It drove me nuts. My father was never able to get it into his head that I need to understand they why behind something before I'll take it. To this day he still doesn't completely get it. Granted, I am much less stubborn in this regard now. Still, whenever I had to deal with this it caused quite a lot of stress.
Seeing as my father is a 1w2 as well, he was constantly pressing me to do things correctly, do things right, work hard, etc. but I was a soft child. I'd run out of steam fast, and frequently quit things that I thought weren't worth it. I had a big "I give up" complex, because I had enough natural skills in my repertoire that came easy to me that lead to a feeling of natural competence. Rightfully so he sought to correct that. Unfortunately, he often did that in areas involving things that I not only thought were too hard and not worth it, but also did not enjoy and did not want to enjoy; physical labor. Largely because that's what he likes. It always made me feel like a failure at these things, but I shrugged it off as "it's just my dad, he's the bad cop" because of the influence of my mother.
My mother was a coddler in a lot of ways. She has a weak constitution in several respects, and was bonked (metaphorically) by her father as a child. She did not want me to experience that. She went out of her way to make things as pleasent, comfortable, and happy for me as possible. I am very thankful for it because it fostered my emotional development, and my morals were frequently much more mature than my peers, which was pointed out to me frequently. She taught me to be myself, and be not just ok with it, but happy with it. If anyone didn't agree? Then that is their problem, not mine. My self confidance was perpetually low, but I was also very sure of myself. It was an odd mix. Either way I never compromised who I was. It unfortunately lead to social ostrization that became so bad that at the end of 7th grade I had to change school districts (I chose to do it).
There is also another factor that neither of my parents influenced: I had to win. I had to be the best at everything. I had to win at everything when I was a kid. When I was in preschool, if we played musical chairs and I lost? I'd sob. Didn't win the art contest? I'd cry. Didn't build the best sand castle and be regarded by my peers? I'd break down. It was persistent, and something my mother had to spend a lot of effort into for me to let go of. To me, it felt like if I wasn't the best, then I wasn't worth anything. It was a very binary way of thinking.