So here’s another.
When I was a young teenager, my mom thought that I was a bit too heavy for my height, so she brought me to the pediatrician to discuss my diet. I remember the doctors’ assistant asking me about what I ate during typical meals, and she wrote it all down and left the exam room, leaving the door open a little bit. Then I overheard her and the doctor, discussing the food I ate, and the doctor pointed out all the things that I supposedly over ate… I distinctly remember the surprised shock that the doctor expressed when he noted that I drank two pints of chocolate milk with my lunch!
It wasn’t until years later that I realized that the whole thing was a sort of non-confrontational, passive-aggressive exercise to criticize how I ate without directly criticizing me. And my diet wasn’t really all that bad after all. I just hadn’t hit my teenaged growth spirts yet.
