Recently I was diagnosed with both a thyroid condition and insulin resistance. It is important to note for this post that my mother is a nurse, and has been since I was a child (I'm 24).
After the diagnosis Mom immediately went to the bookstore and bought books on Insulin Resistance, diabetes, and "If you eat anything other than lettuce and apples you will be 900 pounds and DIE!" type books.
She knows that, even prior to the diagnosis, I was limiting carbs from bread products because they give me stomach issues. My brother made spaghetti today for dinner (regular white spaghetti noodles) and I went to Panera instead. I'm struggling with no bread this week- bread is a comfort food for me- so I got it in a bread bowl. Brought it home, and was all set to take it upstairs and enjoy my tasty soup.
Cue Mom. She sees the bag and follows me into my room. I say "Yes I know I shouldn't be eating this", and.... start fixing it. Mom turns into Nurse Hulk and starts saying stuff like "I don't think you understand how serious this is." (I'm not sure how the bread I had was more evil than the spaghetti that was for dinner, but whatever.)
Yeah mom, I get it. I'm not stupid. I know I'm overweight- that's why I've been trying to LOSE weight, and have lost 21 pounds. I'm also not diabetic. Yes I know being insulin resistant, I could end up there in the future. My entire future is not going to be determined by my dinner on Oct 18, 2012.
At that point I'm aggravated and start putting the bread bowl and soup container back in the bag. Mom gets all huffy and pissy and said "You're not going to eat that because you're mad, aren't you." (They've known this about me for years. The minute either one of my parents comments negatively about something I'm eating, like "chips, really?" I put it back and don't eat it because it makes me irritated.) "You can't rely on me. It has to come from you. You have to want to do it."- Mom is the worst motivational speaker ever. Even her motivation sounds condescending- "If you'd just get off your *** and eat lettuce you'd be fiiiiine! Lazy slob."
So she left, I locked my bedroom door, and I proceeded to stuff myself with a soup/baguette/bread bowl that I didn't even want anymore. I ate til I was full, and then I kept eating. And kept eating. And now I'm a little bit nauseous.
I know it was kind of immature to stuff myself out of defiance, but it was better than saying what I was thinking- "Well I hope you have a good life insurance policy out on me so you can cash in and get those farm animals you wanted when your stupid fat lazy daughter dies from the diabetes in this bowl."
If I'm not supposed to eat pasta, why was there pasta for dinner? If I'm not supposed to eat white rice, why was most of dinner last night rice? If cutting out bread and sweets and fats and animal products and sugar is so important because WE ARE GOING TO DIEEEE OTHERWISE, why isn't she making meals that... fit those requirements?
I don't really know if I want advice or hugs or smacks on the head. I just needed to write it out and hope somebody out there understands. Although I'd greatly prefer the hugs.

you are 24. Well into adulthood. Whoever is making dinner is not responsible for making food that is conducive to your needs. If you were 6 and had no other options, then yes, your family should be taking care of your special dietary needs. Don't let anyone take your power of choice away from you. YOU CHOOSE WHAT TO EAT AND HOW MUCH. And you are going to have to make harder choices with the thyroid and insulin issues.

