My parents CAME WITH ME to my doctors in the past in order to make sure that they could tell them every medication and illegal drug I had ever used. Thereby screwing me up for LIFE. Their intention, I know, was to make sure I didn’t die of an OD (which did almost happen, quite a lot) but they didn’t trust me to go to doctors by myself or the pharmacy by myself for years and years.
I’m deaf, so they phrased it as “advocating for me.”