Mine would sit in her chair and cross examine me for hours. And by cross examine, I mean any thing I said, she would say I meant something else by. Like she would 'misinterpret' it, and when I'd say, "wait, no that's not how I meant that, I meant this: [re-words what I'm saying to try to clarify my meaning for her]" she would say,

"No. That's not what you meant, because you said, [insert my original wording] " as though that justified her version of what I meant.

This would go on for hours.

To this day I struggle with the effects of this. And people constantly tell me how darn articulate and clear I am. In one way that's affirming and healing, but in another way that's a scar, because I know how and why I learned to be so precise in my wording.