Hey Pandas, What's The Dumbest Rumour You've Overheard About Yourself? (Closed)

Hope this isn't too dark. I have a large scar on my face, an "accident" that happened from an abusive relationship years ago. He was terrible and mean. We divorced. A long time ago. He died last year. Recently a coworker asked about the scar. I said "it was from my ex, but he's dead now"...now everyone in my workplace thinks I killed him. I didn't, lol, it was a heart attack, but nobody asked how he died, they just think I got revenge or something. I hadn't seen him in four years, the only reason I knew he had died is because my stepmom found the info on Facebook.

I thought of another one. I'm Black and American, and grew up with a white parent, at the time of this rumor, located in North Vancouver, BC. My mom had no idea how to deal with or teach me about my hair. Because hats aren't allowed in school, I would wear bandanas a lot because I was insecure about my hair. At age 13, I was pulled aside by my school counselor and questioned about gang activity.
Now North Van is not exactly gangland. We're talking upper middle class mostly white and Asian Canadians. Their perspective on me, a Black American who had lived in a handful of big American cities (I hadn't really but nobody knew what I was talking about if I said Ann Arbor, Ellisville, Boca Raton, etc but they knew Detroit, St Louis, Miami, LA, etc.) Was quite skewed.
I explained I wasn't in a gang but refused to explain why I always wore the bandana, because I was 13 and insecure af.
Since bandanas and other non hat head coverings weren't against dress code they couldn't stop me. My friends all started wearing bandanas in solidarity, (we each picked our own color, so we looked like the gayest gang ever) and the whole school was convinced we were in a gang. Which somehow made us cool?
We went from being social nobodies to being the main subject of conversation and the ultimate goal for gaining an invite to hang out.
I didn't really realize that, and had spent weeks getting the nerve up to ask a cute girl to hang out, and when I finally did it, she practically hyperventilated out super awkward yes, then ran and told her friends all excited that she'd gotten an invite to hang out with me and "the gang".
But her parents wouldn't let her, and suddenly no one was allowed to hang with me at all, which only increased my "street cred".

Apparently I died in the ninth grade back in 1996 when I was 15 years old. I was away from school on other matters for about 2 months, and I didn't know about this until I went back to school. But yeah there was a rumour that I had a brain tumour and that I had passed away. I have no idea where that rumour started, nor who came up with it originally, but it spread like wildfire all around the school and even hobby circles. Boy, it sure was fun going back...

I'm still alive guys.

My ex, mother of my oldest daughter whom I have FULL custody of, attempted to spread rumors that I was abusing my children. She called child services on me over 10 times in one year and sent over 1000 emails to me in less than a 3 month period, and she owes about $20K support, but I am the bad guy because society seems to think a father cannot raise 3 children on their own. (The courts refuse to file charges against her, even with evidence, because a man can't be harassed by a woman!)

There was a rumor that I was dating one of my friends. For context, he's openly gay, and I'm openly lesbian.

Happened in my teenage years. We were three girls who hang around all the time, mostly bc we didn't had any other friends.

Then 10th grade came and a classtrip to Italy.
We got into a huge fight, long story short the third girl (lets name her Dorothy) quit our friendship with me and the other girl (lets name her Bonnie)

So Dorothy decided to share the info that Bonnie and me we're satanists, went to graveyards at midnight and s**t.

Long story short, Bonnie and me grew really close but didn't speak to Dorothy for the rest of the year.

That I had a robotic eye. I had a lazy eye as a kid (had surgery to correct it at 16). Someone made up a rumour that I had a robotic eye because it never stayed in one position. Kids are idiots and will believe anything.

im dating my cousin.

that’s just f*****g weird. who would do that.

when i was joining a new school, a girl i was friends with that already happened to be in that school decided to tell everyone around her that i bullied her mother into buying me food and letting me borrow their things from time to time by screaming at her. crazy thing is people genuinely believed it, and i was completely clueless that my friend had backstabbed me the entire time. i just thought i was really bad at making friends

That I'd become a nun. And that from people who had met me.

A friend of mine was in an open relationship. He hooked up with multiple people, and his girlfriend hadn't at all. When I met his girlfriend (she's bi) it was instant attraction, but we were very Victorian about it, lots of longing glances and hands brushing and deep conversations about life and society. We hadn't so much as kissed. Then suddenly the rumor mill had it that I'd stolen his girlfriend and we were running away to Hawaii together. I guess he heard us talking once about how we both loved Hawaii and would love to go sometime, but missed the part of the conversation that included me talking about how well he'd fit in with my family there, assuming he'd come with as well since he was important to both of us. Anyway, he'd gotten jealous, thrown a fit, demanded she date some other girl he picked out instead of me, then when she broke things off with him because he was being a hypocrite and a jerk, he went and spread that rumor. She and I decided not to date because of the drama, but stayed close friends.
For several years everyone thought we were a couple, and about once a month someone would approach me to tell me they'd seen my gf on a date with someone else, and I'd I have to explain that we weren't dating.

I also had a reputation for being extremely promiscuous even though I am asexual and rarely have sexual partners. I just have a lot of deep friendships with cute queer girls we cuddle a lot. My friends would be complaining that they hadn't gotten laid in weeks or months and then they'd ask me and I'd be like ... Oh, idk, a couple years? And they'd all be shocked. Every time. Then they'd ask "What about *Hawaii girl* You guys have been on and off for ages." and I'd have to again explain that we'd liked each other but never actually dated or hooked up.

TLDR: I injured myself by accident and people blamed my best friend for no good reason.

When I was in the last year of high school, my best friend (I'm female, he's male) came to my house in the afternoon for something, and as I went to open the door for him I was skipping down the stairs and managed to miss the last one. Fell, and even though it was a tiny fall I managed to tear the ligament in my ankle. So by the next day I was sporting a big plastic splint so I wouldn't break the ankle while the ligament was healing.
I didn't think much of the whole thing, it was a small injury that didn't really cause a problem, I just had to be a bit careful when walking for a while. But I noticed in the next few days that people are looking at us differently. I could not put my finger on it exactly but something felt off.
At the same time I used to have one on one meetings with one of my teachers who was helping me with some extra work to facilitate me getting into the uni of my choice. So a few days after my fall I went to our next scheduled meeting and we started working. He also seemed to be a bit uncomfortable, like everyone else around me lately. Then after about half an hour he finally solved the mystery when he asked if it was true that my friend pushed me off the stairs...
Apparently that was the rumour that was going around and everyone took it at face value, and they were very mad at my friend. It was not suspicious to anyone that I was still friends with him, we were behaving like nothing happened - because nothing happened! It took quite a while for the poor guy for people to start looking at him without dismay again. Even if I tried to explain to anyone that I was just a clumsy moron and he was still outside the house when it even happened, they just sighed and looked at me with a "you poor thing, still defending him!" kinda look...

When I was 15 I left my school or a more vocational school as I was relentlessly bullied and just wasn't staying in that shithole lol. Anyway a couple of years later I bumped into someone from my old school who told me that after I had left a rumour went around saying that I had left school due to a cocaine addiction and had a random baby I never knew about. I'm now 32 and still no baby has been found lol

I used to live with a much older female friend of mine (she was in her late forties, I was 19 at the time). She had spare room that she didn't use, I was a broken student so I was very grateful for an opportunity to rent something much cheaper than on the market.
Shortly after I started hearing two stories about why I am living with her. First version was that I am her long-estranged daughter. Second - that we are lesbian lovers, which maybe even would make some sense, except of the fact that at the both of us were in relationships and were very open about them.
Rumours stopped after a year or so (I was living there for few years) but... well, it was around that time when I finally lost hope in humanity.

My ex told everyone that I loved it when he pretty much forced me to do sexual things
Seems pretty dumb to me.

Tw/ ED so when I was in about 7th or 8th grade I had anorexia and I had to go take a break from school. Everyone just assumed I died and when I showed back up healthy they were so confused and look at me like I was a ghost but the rumor stopped spreading at least.

Back in elementary school, I always had very long hair. Being the only boy who had long hair, the other children had to think of a reason that my hair was so long. Since none of the other children had seen my ears, they said that my ears were pointed like an elf. At the time, I had a crush on Legolas from Lord of the Rings(I'm bi), and I was just like "yep".

That I was 100% Chinese. If you even look at me for even a second, you will be able to tell that I’m black. Like, I’ve got the color, the facial features, the braids. I’ve got it all, and these mf think I’m Chinese.

Btw: I’m not asian at all.

For the longest time I didn't go beyond first base. My friends joked about it by calling me names like "easy" and "cheap". That was funny. Being overheard by others and them thinking I was an actual floozy was less funny. After a while word got out that I didn't put out and life got back to normal.

Because strange men kept approaching me my friends never left my side. We got closer then ever. It was over a decade ago and they still call me those names.

Probably that I'm a lesbian. I'm not. I'm pretty dang straight. It was very annoying because my best friend is a girl, so when I hung out with her people assumed she was my girlfriend when she's definitely not.