“The Rectal Temperature Of Stockholm”
As a child there was something so raw and seemingly wrong about having a trusted parent premeditate and take me somewhere only to have my clothing removed and then be placed on display for complete strangers.
There was never any explanation of what was going to happen to me. I had my most private areas of my body exposed to a stranger who would touch me, take stuff out of me, and put things into me.
(If you want to capture any child’s undivided attention, put something into their bottom)! There will almost always be some sort of reaction, no matter the age.
So clinic visits, along with having my temperature taken rectally were some of the first things in my life that I did not want to do that was forced upon me, and I am still not one to easily submit to much. It was something that happened to me that felt like something you should never tell your mom about, but she (was there the entire time)!
After accepting and becoming familiar with the violations at the clinic, I grew to enjoy the feeling of having a thermometer put in my butt, along with everything associated with it getting put there. It was definitely a case of early Stockholm Syndrome for me.
While I still enjoy reminiscing about those old very odd early days of my life, when it comes right down to it as an adult, I simply still like the feeling of a thermometer deep in my ass. I believe that (every) adult who can relax and be honest with themself would like it too.
As a child it was about surviving a very undignified moment of time in a place I did not want to be. As an adult I like a rectal thermometer in my butt simply because it feels so damned good, and the childhood training I received prepared me to recognize that simple fact.