Well, turn out that even past 24 years old, and not having be in the habit of crying wolf, my mother still doesn't believe me when I say I'm sick/broke something. She said so, multiple time at the holiday diner table and with friends, when I was explaining that I have a micro stress fracture in my foot. She said she didn't believe me (that I had something wrong), until I went to see the doctor.
Lets see, that's a broken arm, a broken thumb, a double tendinitis, a nerve pulled on the bottom of my foot (same time, same foot as the double tendinitis), renal colic and hyperacousis, that she never trusted me to have?
She also never took a bunch of things into account when I explain them to her, she rather trust some stranger in a store explaining the same thing to his girlfriend.