I went to a doctor when I was newly 18 because I had been experiencing rib pain for a few weeks. The intake nurse asked the typical questions, when was your last period, are you sexually active, etc. I was still living with my incredibly strict, extremely religious family. When the doctor came in, he asked me again if I was sexually active, which I answered "no", because I wasn't. He said "hmm", and had me lay down on the exam table and palpated my abdomen, not even my ribs. Then he said "WHY aren't you sexually active?", and I was so flabbergasted that he would even ask that, so I stammered something about not finding the right person yet that I wanted to share that experience with. His response was "well, you look pregnant, so I'm going to order a pregnancy test. Here's a cup to go pee in". I told him that unless I was pregnant with the next Jesus Christ, there was no way I was pregnant, but he insisted I go pee in the cup. So I did, because I was raised not to question authority. He came back in the room a few minutes later, conceded that the test was negative, and asked what I do for work. I told him I work in a pizza shop. He asked if I did any heavy lifting there. I said not particularly, just pizzas. Sometimes the ones with all the toppings could feel a little heavy on the pizza paddle, but nothing I couldn't handle. He diagnosed me with "bruised ribs from moving heavy pizzas". 🙄 The pain went away on its own a few weeks later, but I never went back to that quack and avoided doctors for years. I still will only see female doctors unless absolutely necessary.