I remember being 20 and sitting there with this new psychiatrist, she was young, like late 20s, really pretty, smart, I was really jealous of her. she was handling my mom's care, and I was still presenting as a cis boy then. I went on this long tirade about how her treatment had been mishandled at every turn, how we needed to reduce her meds, that I was worried about the staff at this place and her therapist, all this stuff, and she totally agreed with me on everything. It ended in basically deciding they would have to hospitalize my mom to get her meds sorted out. I thought she really respected me and connected to what I was saying. And so I said I'd drive my mom to the hospital, she didn't need an ambulance, and she was like, wait, are you old enough to drive???... And I was just thinking, what? This whole time you thought some 14 year-old boy is having this conversation with you right now? I said I'm 20 and she went beet red and was like, I'm so sorry, but still insisted on having an ambulance take my mom.
That kinda thing happened all the time, even though I hardly ever got out. But, I didn't really mind it somehow, I feel like a preteen on the inside anyway :/