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Cathrin/Carolin

Cathrin’s examination (by Bev1)

So, I recently had the checkup and just want to share with you what happened there. Maybe it’ll help some of you, I sure would’ve liked to know beforehand… Some days ago, my mother told my sister Carolin and me out of the blue to get ready because we’d an appointment with our family doctor the same afternoon. We’re surprised and not thrilled (to say the least), because she hadn’t mentioned the appointment at all and neither of us had a clue what it was about. However, our mother eventually told us we’re about to get a preventive checkup and cut any further argument short, for we apparently were already running late. On the drive to the doctor’s office, she said we should already decide who goes first (of course, neither of us wanted to). All I could think about was that I didn’t want to go at all or at least rather do it on my own without her or Carolin chaperoning me. My mother is just way too controlling and overprotective when it comes to these medical issues, probably because grandma died of breast cancer.

When we arrived at the office, the woman at the front desk told us we’re up next and could go straight into examination room right away. “The doctor will be with you shortly,” she said before leaving again. That I didn’t even get any time in the waiting room to calm down made me even more nervous.

Our mother then asked us if we’d agreed who’d go first – but of course we hadn’t, I ‘ve no clue what she was expecting. So my mother told me, “Cathrin, you go first, you’re the older one. You better undress right away, I don’t want to keep the doctor waiting. You can leave your clothes with me.” By the time I just stood in front of her in my underwear she said, “Take your undies off as well, you’ll have to do it later anyway.” She could not be serious! I simply stared at her in disbelieve and begged to keep my underwear on, but to no avail. In the end, she grew impatient with me and said, “Cathrin, start acting your age! Stop fussing around, there’s nothing we or the doctor haven’t seen before. Don’t go making a scene!” There’s just nothing I could do, so I took my bra and panties off and handed them to my mother. I stood there, completely naked, with my mother and my sister, covering what little I could with my hands, which was more than embarrassing. But before long, the doctor entered the room. He first greeted my mother, then my sister and finally me. He took a quick look at me, surveyed my body from head to toe and said, “You’re here for a physical checkup, if I’m not mistaken. Looks like you want to go first.” He motioned my mother and me to take a seat. “Before I start to examine you, I want to ask you some questions,” he explained. He then started to ask about my medical history, whether I felt to be in good health, how school was going, what I liked to do in my free time, whether I do any sports, a whole lot about any known diseases in the family and if I had any back problems. After that, his questions became way more private: He wanted to know when my period had started, whether it was regular, if I (ever) had a boyfriend, any sexual experiences or even sex, whether I took the pill and if had already been examined by a gynecologist. My mother had to answer some questions as well.

After he was finished with his questions he said, “Well Cathrin, I‘ll examine you now. First, I’ll measure your height and your body weight.” I had to step up on the weighting scale first. The doctor wrote down my weight in his notes and then measured my height. “Please hold your arms above your head for a moment,” he said next and took the measurement of my breasts. When he wrote down the results, he said, “See, there’s nothing to worry about. Now it’s time to check your blood pressure.” He did just that and then I had to do some exercises (squats, standing on one leg, walking down a straight line… That sort of stuff). The doctor then took my blood pressure yet again. “Please stand up, I want to examine your back.” He tapped several places on my back, working his was down, before saying, “Please sit down on the examination couch.” I sat down on the couch and the doctor took his stethoscope to listen to my heart and lungs. He asked me to lie down afterwards, took my right leg and moved it into different directions, before doing the same with my left. The doctor moved from the end of the couch back to my side and announced, “I’ll palpate your stomach now. Try to relax as well as you can.” He touched and pressed several spots around my stomach. It took him a while, before he was finished with his task and he said, “Well Cathrin, you’ve almost made it. Please get up again and stand up straight.” I did what he told me. The doctor got behind me and started to press around my hips. Eventually, he told me to turn around. That was when he looked and my boobs and said, “Cathrin, I want to examine your breasts now. Just look straight ahead.” He began to feel up my right boob with his hand, pressing with his thumb and index finger first below, then at the sides. Finally, he pressed with his whole hand just from above, feeling it all. The doctor did the exact same thing with my left boob, before showing me how to palpate them myself and advising me to do this at least once a month. “Everything is fine with your breasts. I just want to take a quick look at your groin and your vagina. Then your examination will be over.” Naturally, I wasn’t thrilled. That he’d touched my boobs was sort of okay, but the prospect of him groping and feeling his way around between my legs was anything but. The doctor went back to his desk to put on some gloves. Then he came back to me and said, “Okay Cathrin, here we go. You’ll see it’s nothing to be afraid of.” He stood right in front of me and pressed with his fingers first on the left and then on the right side of my groin. Then he ever so quickly pressed around and between my vagina. It really wasn’t all that horrible and seemed to be over in a second. But just as I was thinking that, he doctor said, “Please lie down on the couch again.” I lied down and he spread my legs. “Since you haven’t been to a gynecologist yet, I’ll examine your genital region a bit more thorough than usual, just to be safe.” He took out a tapeline and measured my pubic hair. Then he pulled my labia apart and took a long look at everything. He also touched everything, even my clitoris, which was very uncomfortable. When he was finally finished with that he said, “Just to be safe, it would be advisable to check the position of your uterus as well. However, that procedure could be a little uncomfortable, so I’ll only do it if you want me to. I would need to examine you through your rectum for it. Do you want me to do that?” I said no of course, but then my mother told me, “Cathrin, don’t make such a fuss again. Don’t you want to stay healthy?” I was literally begging at that point, but to no use, my mother insisted that the doctor did the examination. “When was your last bowl movement?” the doctor asked me. I told him that it was around noon. “Do you need to use the bathroom now?” I shook my head no. “Please get on the couch on your hands and knees.” I did as I was told. “Now lower your head please and raise your bottom a little.” He spread my butt cheeks with his hand. “Cathrin, this’ll be a little uncomfortable I’m afraid. Just try to relax and it’ll be over before you know it.” The doctor pushed his finger a little bit into my butt. Then he asked, “Could you try to press just like you do on the toilet?” I did what he wanted and as I did, he forcefully shoved his finger inside my butt. That was very uncomfortable and even hurt a little. I gasped, to which my mother immediately responded, “Cathrin, pull yourself together!” She turned to my sister, “Carolin, you can undress now, then we don’t have to wait for you.” The doctor kept pushing round inside my butt until he finally pulled his finger out again. That was even worse than when he pushed it in. But with that, my examination was over and I was allowed to get dressed again. My sister had finished undressing and was being examined. It was the same procedure I had. When my sister’s examination was over and she was dressed again, the doctor briefly discussed the results with my mother, my sister and me.

We went for some ice cream with my mother afterwards. Although, she made me pay for my ice cream myself, because unlike my sister I had made a fuss during the examination.

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