I remember my first experience drinking tea. My grandmother had dragged me along on one of her visits to a friend, which meant everyone else there was two generations older.
Normally that wouldn't bother me, except at this place everyone was expected to drink tea. No matter that I asked for water, I was given a cup of tea, and my grandmother ordered me to drink it, as it would be rude not to.
To put this into perspective time-wise... I was 16. The only way I got that disgusting stuff down was to remember the anthropology book I'd read (I took anthropology in Grade 12, as one of my options). The book was by Colin Turnbull and described his experiences in Africa.
So I told myself, "If Colin Turnbull could survive eating and drinking that weird stuff he mentioned in the book, I can drink this. Look out, stomach, here it comes."
Fast-forward 40 years... when I was in the hospital in January 2019, the only hot drinks I was allowed were either coffee or tea. I loathe coffee. If I'd been on any other ward, I would have had the choice of hot beef broth, but there's too much sodium in that to allow it to be served on the same ward with dialysis patients (not the reason I was there, but my roommate was).
So it was tea or nothing. And since I was in there to get my blood sugar under control, they wouldn't let me have honey.
I learned to tolerate it, with sufficient fake sugar to sweeten it. But I will never really like tea, unless it's the aforementioned cranberry tea - which I drink about once every several years.