Also, was pondering while half-asleep last night and came to the conclusion that at least some of my aversion to doctors comes from my mother.

When I was little, I never went to the doctor's.  Seriously, never.  I never got really sick or anything either, but I don't even remember going to the doctor's when I got chicken pox in eighth grade.  I can only remember 2 doctor's visits, and they were both for standard physicals (for intense gymnastics training camps, they require that you've had a physical within the past two years).

And whenever I did get sick, my mom would get angry and call me her "little sickie" and say that we already had one sick person in the family (my dad has a chronic illness) and we didn't need another.

I think this sort of thing also contributes to my intense negative reaction to perceived condescension.  Her other favorite phrase was when I cried--she'd go, "Ohhh, let's all throw a pity-party for [salix]".

My mom was really fantastic at invalidating and/or belittling my feelings.

Okay, rant over.  Brushing hair and leaving for bus stop now.