The first real medical examination that I had was my pre-university medical, which my local authority had as a mandatory requirement, you had to have this in order to qualify for your student grant that was provided by ones local education authority. I was 19 at the time and an appointment was made for me by the local authority to attend for the medical with a doctor appointed by the authority in my nearby small town. Back then all the information arrived by letter, and I seem to remember that it also included a questionnaire about all my medical history which had to be filled out and returned well in advance of the appointment.
The medical was to take place at the local Town Hall, which was a large imposing old 19th century building right in the centre of the town. It was an imposing looking building and probably its more modern fame would come from the fact that The Beatles played there before reaching major fame. It had a ballroom on the ground floor, not particularly large but OK as a music venue back in the 1960’s. There were also lots of rooms scattered around the building both on the ground floor and the 1st floor, these held all sorts of events, like exhibitions of art work and small scale sales of products.
I recall that my medical was early afternoon on a hot July day. When I entered the building I was informed at the reception desk that I had to go upstairs and take the left-hand corridor and then sit on one of the chairs in the corridor outside the room. The first floor was accessed by a huge stair case that would not have been out of place in “Gone With The Wind” and as I climbed it my mouth felt dry and my heartbeat must have increased due to the anxiety of what awaited me that day.
In those days one heard all sorts of tales of what was involved in medical examinations and my anxiety was heightened by my mother telling me to make sure every bit of me was clean and tidy before I went. At the top of the stairs I was greeted by a long corridor that went from one end of this building to the other, and either side were high walls up to the vast ceiling that marked off the various side rooms.
There were four chairs side by side in the corridor to the right and I was the only person present so sat down and waited for someone to call me, as instructed at the reception desk. A short while later a nurse came out of a door further down the corridor on the left side and asked me to go with her. She asked my name and checked it on the list she had on her desk, once confirmed she asked me to sit by the door that adjoined another room. The wait seemed like ages and then finally a mature lady in a white coat came through the door and asked me to enter.
She was quite small in stature with grey hair held back in what is known as a “bun” and wore heavy round rimmed spectacles; her appearance was every bit the “schoolmarm “. As we entered the room it immediately struck me as very large with an incredibly high ceiling and large long narrow windows high up on the walls on the exterior frontage of the building. These windows had no curtains or blinds at all, but fortunately there were no overlooking buildings that one could be observed, but maybe a window cleaner might have been lucky.
In the room I noticed various medical apparatus such as scales; height meter; eyesight cards and an old wooden desk & chair at one corner. Alongside the desk was another chair and over to the exterior wall where the high windows were was the black vinyl covered examining table, which was completely open to view with no screens or such like. At the end of the examination table and up against the wall was a solitary chair.
The doctor asked me to sit at the chair in front of her desk while she filled in some further details about my health etc. She asked me when I had previously had a medical examination; I said that I had a very minor one at school when about 13 which involved nothing more than a doctor checking ears; nose; throat and heart and lungs. She seemed very surprised at that, and mentioned that surely there were medicals when I was at school as in her opinion a full medical was necessary on a regular basis. I repeated that I had not had one other than the medical at around 13 years of age.
At that stage it became apparent to me that she was not the strict authoritarian she had at first appeared but a kind and considerate lady. Obviously one can be quite nervous in situations such as that and she allayed my fears and said there was nothing to worry about and for me to try and relax.
Once the form was filled out she asked me to do a colour-blind check from a book of images that she had on her desk. This was then followed by the eyesight check, which was done almost before I knew it. She then asked me to remove my shoes and then stand with my back to the wall under the height check and took note of my height.
The doctor then asked me to go over to the examining couch/table and to get undressed where there was a chair for me to put my clothes. She followed up by saying “just strip down to your pants” and then come over to the scales so I can weigh you. So the ideas that had been sown in my head about being naked were not true; and although still uncomfortable at being only in my “Y Fronts” (all the trend back in 1970) I felt relieved. So I began taking my clothes off and placing then neatly on the chair as instructed, all of which seemed a bit strange with the doctor in full view of my actions.
The doctor then looked up from her desk almost conveniently at the time I had finished undressing and said “can you make your way over to the scales so that I can weigh you”. The scales were large old looking things with a balance bar along the top, which she slid along until my weight was finally achieved.
After being weighed she asked me to go over to the examining table and to then sit up on the side. At this point she checked my ears; eyes and mouth, the latter with the usual open wide and poke your tongue out, then say “Aaaah”. The doctor then asked me to move around slightly to the side so she could listen to my lung function, asking me to take deep breaths as she listened with her stethoscope. The steth’ was cold on my back I seem to remember, and gave me a slight shock every time she moved to a different location on my back.
She then instructed me to move back to my original position and then to cross my legs. With a small rake like instrument she ran it along the sole of my left foot, which tickled like hell, as my feet have always been incredibly sensitive. This was followed by her tapping my kneecap with a small hammer like object which caused my lower leg to shoot out, obviously the desired effect. This she repeated after I had crossed my legs the other way, which gained a similar result.
I was then asked to lie down on my back with my arms by my side. Laying back on the table which I am sure did not have any covering on the black vinyl upholstery made me feel quite vulnerable and I could only imagine what it would have been like if I had been completely naked. Using her stethoscope the doctor listened to various places around my chest, and mentioned that all was fine. As the table had a pad that raised up to support my head I could observe what was going on.
Putting the stethoscope into her coat pocket she said she was now going to examine my “tummy” and she hoped that her fingers wouldn’t be too cold, strange as outside it was a very warm early summer day. The doctor then began to press and feel all around my bare abdomen just below the ribcage, pressing quite firmly and deliberately.
She then began to feel around the sides of my abdomen and working her way around my navel to the other side before then pressing her finger into my belly button several times and asked if I had any discomfort, which I did not. This was strange thing that I suppose captured my imagination, as it seemed such a weird thing to do. She then began feeling down below my belly button and worked across from one hip to the other.
I was wearing dark red “Y” Fronts that day and with both hands the doctor slowly pushed them down slightly to my pubic area revealing my patch of dark blonde curls. Carefully she pressed all along from one hip bone to the other once again and then placing three fingers together she slid them under my pants and pressed down into my right groin, again asking if I felt any discomfort. Feeling her fingers go into the unknown was quite pleasant as the side of her finger touched the side of my scrotum, at no time did she lift the waistband out so it was done by feel.
She then reached across and repeated the same by placing her fingers down the left groin, which this time meant the side of her finger touched my penis as he was, positioned that side. It was a brief but strange sensation having someone’s finger casually touch against my penis.
The doctor then walked around the table to the bottom end and asked me to “Scoot” down towards her. I lifted myself up off the vinyl-covered table and slide myself down towards her, only to be told, “a little bit further please”. So I moved down even closer to her and by now my legs were now hanging over the edge, and she actually spread them apart so she was actually stood between them. In this strange position it felt quite weird having her white lab coat rub against my bare inner thighs and the close proximity of her to me at that stage.
The doctor now told me that there is one more thing to do and putting her fingers into the waistband of my “Y Fronts” pulled them down until the base of my penis became visible to both her and I, my thoughts at this time were that she was going to pull them right down to fully expose my genitals for inspection, but no, this was as far they would be pulled down.
She then placed two fingers together and slid them down inside my pants and appeared to press against my testicles requesting that I cough several times. That is fine was the words used, and carefully she pulled my pants back up for me. Right she said that’s all done you can get dressed, and then come and sit down by my desk when you have finished.
Once fully dressed I went and sat at her desk watching her fill out more parts of the form, as she was writing she said “that wasn’t so bad was it”, to which I replied it wasn’t as I had been lead to believe it would be very different to what had happened. She laughed and said that too many people have the wrong idea about medical examinations, but it does depend on who is doing the examination.
The strange thing about this examination on reflection is that several procedures did not take place during he examination. My temperature was not taken; blood pressure was not checked; no genital examination was conducted; glands under arms and around the neck were not checked and certainly no finger pushed up my backside.
Strangely I cannot recall my feelings I felt after leaving the appointment, maybe at that time some relief that I had not been subjected to the level of scrutiny that I had been lead to believe would happen in such a scenario. Since that event I have never had another medical examination of any kind until having a dermatological situation at the age of 67.
Many times over the past 15 or so years I have often relived that medical as I have only become aware that I have a medical fetish of some sort. During these “flashbacks” I have felt short changed in that I wasn’t given a far more intense and naked examination, although at the time it was done I doubt that it would have been quite so ideal. Putting myself as I am now into my 19 year old body and being examined by a much older female doctor is my ideal but as of now it is just a fantasy. Now it would have to be a mature lady doctor in her 50’s and that would be my ideal.
It is also strange how ones feelings about such things change with time and age. When 19 I would have been very sensitive to being completely naked in such a scenario as a medical examination. I can but wonder how a 19 year old me would have felt being asked to take off my pants in front of a woman doctor and stand in front of her completely naked, I would have been pretty devastated I am certain. Strangely at that time I had already taken to sunbathing naked in my parents garden when they were away at work during week days and I was home from school revising for examinations, so in that respect nudity wasn’t an issue for me.
Now I have no such worries as I am completely comfortable with my own body, and being naked in a medical examination is exhilarating for me, I actually look forward to my six monthly dermatology examinations which are conducted completely naked but with a mature male doctor.