I remember mom having too submit too circumstances she didn't like, as a young single mom, in which she iether had too find someone she trusted with my health and safety, too take me too the pediatrician when she couldn't get time off from work too do so, or too hold her tongue when the doctor's treatment of me was not as respectful or as sensitive to my age and situation as she would have liked. One of such times, was when a doctor at a clinic exam, berated her for not monitoring the decent of my testicles closely on a daily basis, after finding one testicle undescended long after it was supposed too have dropped down into my scrotal sack, asking her how she could not have noticed this long ago unless she was neglecting my health. I was too young too understand a lot of things, but couldn't help knowing when my overworked, stressed out mom was being disrespected by a jerk of a doctor. A living fossil of a doctor, who should have retired long before my birth. One working in a free clinic for single mom's not eligible for welfare and not paid enough for good health insurance. All this, while yelling at me too hold my underwear down, while he showed her how too check the area too feel up in the well where the testicle lay hidden (no doubt, hiding from his wrath) and how too coax it down into the sack after each bath in the evening and after waking up in the morning. Mom was just out of her teens, and my attempts too see too my own hygiene and hand washing clothes so she could sleep after coming home from work, were appreciated by her, but denied her the incentive too wash me herself, and no one had said anything too here about daily inspections after the colic days were behind me. I was just getting the first strands of peach 🍑 fuzz around my scrotum and the base of my penis, and both mom and I were embarressed about my exposed groin areas needing her daily attention after I'd been keeping myself clean for over a year. I wasn't humiliated by mom's fingers probing my epididymis and under my penis, because she was mom and I was her boy, but the debasing way the doctor had me walking forward and back, sternly commanding me too turn and bend over, so he could spread my cheeks in front of mom, pressing bare fingers into area between anus and scrotum, inserting two fingers into rectum too show mom how too stimulate prostate, hoping too kickstart growth of development too get that testicle down where it belongs, embarressing mom by my humiliation in front of her, as if implying that she needed too be shamed into being a fit parent.

When my grandparents found out, my mom had too pretend not too remember that doctor's name, and me go along with that loss of memory, too prevent grandpa from driving too Hastings, and unloading a double barreled birdshot and rocksalt, into that state employed medical jerkwad's rear end. For almost two months, I I continued too wash myself, being naked when mom came home while my clothes drip dried for the evening, bending over in front of where she sat on the couch while she caught her second wind, spreading my cheeks and pretending not too be embarressed about exposing my butthole and testicles too her, so she could pretend not too be embarressed about inserting her fingers inside my rectum and up under my penis, too try too get that testicle decended before my next dreaded appointment.

I remember mom having too submit too circumstances she didn't like, as a young single mom, in which she iether had too find someone she trusted with my health and safety, too take me too the pediatrician when she couldn't get time off from work too do so, or too hold her tongue when the doctor's treatment of me was not as respectful or as sensitive to my age and situation as she would have liked. One of such times, was when a doctor at a clinic exam, berated her for not monitoring the decent of my testicles closely on a daily basis, after finding one testicle undescended long after it was supposed too have dropped down into my scrotal sack, asking her how she could not have noticed this long ago unless she was neglecting my health. I was too young too understand a lot of things, but couldn't help knowing when my overworked, stressed out mom was being disrespected by a jerk of a doctor. A living fossil of a doctor, who should have retired long before my birth. One working in a free clinic for single mom's not eligible for welfare and not paid enough for good health insurance. All this, while yelling at me too hold my underwear down, while he showed her how too check the area too feel up in the well where the testicle lay hidden (no doubt, hiding from his wrath) and how too coax it down into the sack after each bath in the evening and after waking up in the morning. Mom was just out of her teens, and my attempts too see too my own hygiene and hand washing clothes so she could sleep after coming home from work, were appreciated by her, but denied her the incentive too wash me herself, and no one had said anything too here about daily inspections after the colic days were behind me. I was just getting the first strands of peach 🍑 fuzz around my scrotum and the base of my penis, and both mom and I were embarressed about my exposed groin areas needing her daily attention after I'd been keeping myself clean for over a year. I wasn't humiliated by mom's fingers probing my epididymis and under my penis, because she was mom and I was her boy, but the debasing way the doctor had me walking forward and back, sternly commanding me too turn and bend over, so he could spread my cheeks in front of mom, pressing bare fingers into area between anus and scrotum, inserting two fingers into rectum too show mom how too stimulate prostate, hoping too kickstart growth of development too get that testicle down where it belongs, embarressing mom by my humiliation in front of her, as if implying that she needed too be shamed into being a fit parent.

When my grandparents found out, my mom had too pretend not too remember that doctor's name, and me go along with that loss of memory, too prevent grandpa from driving too Hastings, and unloading a double barreled birdshot and rocksalt, into that state employed medical jerkwad's rear end. For almost two months, I I continued too wash myself, being naked when mom came home while my clothes drip dried for the evening, bending over in front of where she sat on the couch while she caught her second wind, spreading my cheeks and pretending not too be embarressed about exposing my butthole and testicles too her, so she could pretend not too be embarressed about inserting her fingers inside my rectum and up under my penis, too try too get that testicle decended before my next dreaded appointment.

I remember getting a suppository at the pediatricians office when I was very young. The nurse spread my cheeks, stuck it in, and held my cheeks together for what seemed like an eternity. I was not thrilled at the time. Not sure what type of suppository it was, probably for nausea.

@DeanSemler my last appointment I was 19 I believe. I just got the green light to have another physical with him though since he’s currently working at the family practice I go to. I guess you could say I either have some bit of Peter Pan syndrome or I just have some unresolved issues with change. Makes me seem babyish! But oh. Well. I would rather have some doctor I feel comfortable with than some new doctor. Greatful for this other chance. It will probably be the last last time though as I think he’s 70 something :(

Great portrait! How old were you when these stopped or did they continue well into your teen years? I remember Ross from Friends saw his same pediatrician well into his 20s but the series, uh, didn't go there..

@DeanSemler my last appointment I was 19 I believe. I just got the green light to have another physical with him though since he’s currently working at the family practice I go to. I guess you could say I either have some bit of Peter Pan syndrome or I just have some unresolved issues with change. Makes me seem babyish! But oh. Well. I would rather have some doctor I feel comfortable with than some new doctor. Greatful for this other chance. It will probably be the last last time though as I think he’s 70 something :(

Great portrait! How old were you when these stopped or did they continue well into your teen years? I remember Ross from Friends saw his same pediatrician well into his 20s but the series, uh, didn't go there..

@DonR I so enjoyed your remembrance of your exams at your pediatrician. I invite you to read my experience at my pediatrician on my profile. I truly can relate.

Nice... I also got injection in my buttocks... In small age i won't wear underwear

Great story. so much like mine...in almost every single detail!

Great portrait! How old were you when these stopped or did they continue well into your teen years? I remember Ross from Friends saw his same pediatrician well into his 20s but the series, uh, didn't go there..

Your experience was so similar to mine! However I always had to take off everything but my underoos and socks (maybe). I would be sitting up at first, having the doctor do all the eyes and ears testing, then the stethoscope on the back (yes, the breathing in and out, in and out). Then I had to lay down and I knew what was coming eventually. They would use the stethoscope on my chest, then they'd move lower, going left to right. They'd slip it just under the elastic of my underwear. Then once they took the stethoscope out of their ears, I felt the build up in my stomach. They'd be palpating my stomach little by little, until finally they'd slip their fingers under the elastic of my underwear and without saying a word, would pull them out and down, fully exposing me. I remember how they'd massage around the base of my penis and then would snap my underwear back into place.

The most memorable (or rather traumatizing at the time) part was afterwards when they'd look at the chart and say, "okay, we're just going to get your shots done for this year and you'll be fine." I would start arguing over and over about how I didn't need it, that I'd be fine. Of course they'd try to persuade me by saying without them I couldn't go to school. But I'd yell again and again, "I don't wanna go to school! I don't care! I don't want a shot!" The pediatrician would just look at me pitifully and say, "well unfortunately we have to do it." So I started crying and blurting out, "I don't want it! I don't wanna shot! I'm not getting it! No! I don't need it!"

The pediatrician stepped outside and before my mom had a chance to calm me down, the door opened back up and the pediatrician returned with two extra nurses. The first one strolled up to me and told my mom she had it from there. She calmly took hold of my arms and said, "Okay, we're just gonna get this done, let's laaaaay back sweetie."

I just lost it! I started thrashing and trying to pull away. "Nooooo! Noooo! Let me go! Mooommmmmyyy! Don't let them! I don't wanna shot! I don't wanna! Just a second! Just a seeeeeeecond!!!" and I could hear my mom calling from the end of the table "You're okay, it's be okay sweetie, hold still for them!"

The first nurse looked at the other nurse who had gone to the other side of the table and asked if she had a good hold. The second nurse took hold of my left arm and thigh. The first nurse leaned over, holding my chest down while I bucked up harder and harder, trying to free myself, trying to sit up. All I could hear was my mom saying "It's okay, it's okay, hold still baby. you gotta hold still." The pediatrician got the shots prepared and came over to the table. They grabbed hold of my bare thigh and said, "Hold him still." I think my mom may have moved in and started helping to hold my ankles. The first nurse's arm was leaned across my waist, right over my underoos, with the palm of her hand over my crotch as I was thrusting more and more, yelling, "I wanna go home! Let me go! I don't wanna shot! I don't wanna shot! Nooooo!!"

The pediatrician started saying things like, "Real quick, real quick, here we go. It's okay. Little stick." Then they stuck my upper leg and I started bawling. I could see the nurses hovering over me, looking down, shaking their heads. They were saying "Good boy, it's almost over. We gotta do this sweetie." Then I heard from the pediatrician, "Hold him tight. Okay okay, one, two, three."

I screamed, "Owwwwwwwwwwwww!" Then continued on, saying, "I hate you! I hate you! I told you I didn't want it!"

Anyone else have as traumatic an experience when having to get their shots?

Fantastic!!

Although I don't really remember the detail that you do, I know that the school medical exams were when the 'magic' began for me. Just a nurse weighing and measuring, testing reflexes, checking for head lice and generally making sure we were all growing up properly. All standing in a queue, boys and girls together, wearing only underpants or knickers. We were very young, it was only a year or so since the war ended. England was wrecked. We were all from poor families. Free health care had only just started. And something strange, unexplained fear and excitement. Loving the nurse's cool, clean hands on me.

And then it was over for another term.

I suppose at some point we were separated by sexes, I don't really remember.

But I remember the magic.

I still remember the magic!!

Great story thanks for sharing.

I so enjoyed your remembrance of your exams at your pediatrician. I invite you to read my experience at my pediatrician on my profile. I truly can relate.

@MinnesotaHere wow that’s so cool. I also see an endocrinologist but they rarely do anything physical. Glad I could bring back some memories.

nice story really brings back memories of way back when a contamination of fear and anxiety were the beginnings of a future fetish!

Cool Story

I can’t believe how identical your exams were to mine. The verbiage. Exactly what my pediatric endocrinologist would say. The only difference is that I had to be undressed. You aren’t in Fargo, right? This is so weird.

Isn't it amazing how we remember the greatest details of the simple things that started our mutual fetish. There are times when I barely remember the day (lol) but every detail of those visits to the Doctor office and the various embarrassing and dreaded procedures (right down to the nurses wedding ring! (( I remember the nurse showing it to my mom and feeling it as I was on the receiving end of one of many suppo treatments for a fever)). Just one of those things that just sticks in your memory I guess just my humble opinion lol.