Did your Pediatrician spread your butt cheeks to visual look at your anus?

A few times mine did. He would check my butt at the same time he did my scoliosis check. So I’d bend over and a few times he pulled my butt cheeks apart while I was touching my toes. I guess other times just me bending over was enough to expose my hole lol

The pediatrician and all the other doctors at the clinics did spread my bottom cheeks apart and look at my bottom hole. I have always had female doctors at all of these medical facilities. This was a standard procedure for all my physical checkups and sickness visits. For this, I was told to lay on my tummy on the examinations room's examination table with my arms at my side, look at the animal paintings on the wall, and not move. Before this procedure was done, my underwear shorts were completely removed.

However, for all of my physical checkup or sickness visits, to first to see my exposed bottom hole was the nurse that was taking my rectal temperature in my bottom with the glass rectal thermometer. She always took it while I was laying on my tummy, with my arms at my side, and looking at the animal paintings on the wall. I always tried to watch when the nurse was prepping the glass rectal thermometer with Vaseline.

While holding the Vaseline lubricated glass rectal thermometer with her fingers, the nurse uses her thumb and finger from the other hand to spread my bottom cheeks apart. She then inspects my exposed bottom hole area, lubricates the outside area of my exposed bottom hole with the glass rectal thermometer's silver pear-shaped bulb. After this, she slides and twirls the glass rectal thermometer into my bottom for the rectal temperature check.

The nurse always holds the glass rectal thermometer in my bottom for the five-minutes. Her other hand is then laid at my lower back area. Several times is it repositioned to laying across my bottom cheeks. The nurse also twirls the glass rectal thermometer in my bottom numerous times during the rectal temperature check procedure.

After five-minutes, the nurse's thumb and finger spread my bottom cheeks apart, again she is looking at my exposed bottom hole with the glass rectal thermometer in it. She then twirls and slides the glass rectal thermometer up and out of my bottom. After looking at the glass rectal thermometer's silver mercury reading, she places the glass rectal thermometer safely on a tissue. She then takes several tissues, spreads my bottom cheeks apart again with her thumb and finger and cleans the excess Vaseline from my bottom area. The nurse then slides her thumb and finger up and out from spreading my bottom cheeks apart.

I am told to slide my underwear shorts back up on my waist. The nurse documents my rectal temperature reading on the medical form on the clipboard. She also places the rectal thermometer that was just used to take my rectal temperature in a pan in the sink. The nurse then tells me turn over and lay on my back on the examination table and wait for the doctor.

Nope never

My Family Doctor, who I went to when I was young, would spread my butt cheeks after the spinal exam, while I was standing up and bending over. I think the bending over started for the spinal exam, then he just took the opportunity to examine my anus while I was bent over.

At the end of my school medical exam when I was 7, the doctor had me bend over and he touched my anus, he then slapped my little bum and told me to get dressed

I do not recall having this done at any exam. However, when I was little and was getting rectal temperatures, the nurse undoubtedly saw it.

Yup, she'd always say "I just need a little look at your bottom now"

I distinctly remember my kindergarten entrance exam back in the early 80s at the county health department (this laid a lot of the groundwork for my anal and medical fetish). I was undergoing a typical physical in my underwear. The doctor tugged my underwear down and took a look at my penis with my undies around my knees. She gestured by rolling her finger and said, "Next I need to look at your bottom." I did so, laying face down on the table, hands and my sides, head sideways looking at the far wall. My parents and baby sister were in the room and I didn't want to look at them. I wasn't sure what to expect, so I waited. It was probably 5 seconds but it felt like 5 minutes before the doctors hands gripped my bare bottom, her fingers on my hips and thumbs on my cheeks close to my anus. She gave a slow, steady tug and I felt a cold sensation, knowing that everybody in the room could see what was happening as she took a good look at my anus.

I wasn't really embarrassed, I didn't know what 'turned on' meant at that age, but I was turned on.

Weird how some people were never examined there growing up. Others were occasionally or, like me, regularly. And there’s several here who actually had penetrative anal exams as kids. Why aren’t doctors consistent?

Weird how some people were never examined there growing up. Others were occasionally or, like me, regularly. And there’s several here who actually had penetrative anal exams as kids. Why aren’t doctors consistent?

Practices varied by time period but even more by doctor. When I was a kid in the 1970s and a teenager in the 1980s, we still had very detailed group physicals for school sports which seems like an alien to thing to people who went through school after 2000 or so. Alien to are pediatric rectal exams you mention which have all but disappeared entirely and were not universal even in the past (though they did happen). Even something as basic as undressing has changed quite a bit with much more concern, for a variety of reasons, for the modesty of younger patients. When I was in high school, there was a stark double-standard between how boys were expected to be undressed and how girls were because exposure for boys was simply not something people worried about - this was back in the days nude weigh-ins for wrestling which could be much more open in some cases than people now would imagine. When I was in elementary school, the high school swimming team still swam nude, though that was over before I got to high school. There was a completely different mindset about a lot of things, none of it bad or good exactly, just different.

Weird how some people were never examined there growing up. Others were occasionally or, like me, regularly. And there’s several here who actually had penetrative anal exams as kids. Why aren’t doctors consistent?

I can not remember ever being examined nude or having my penis or anus examined when young. I usually write that I wasn't, but I suppose it's entirely possible I've forgotten. Though once again, once when I was 10 years old I heard another student telling a group of kids during recess about his naked exam and how the doc gave him a dre. He used other words obviously, being so young.

This really did a number on my mind, it got to me directly and instantly and I never forgot about hearing that story. So I suppose I would have remembered a similar experience of my own at the doctor? Or maybe I still haven't uncovered my own repressed memories about experiencing it?

Both explanations seem equally valid and I cannot choose between them.

Yes but only if my parents requested a complete exam for me, which they always did...

No none of the pediatricians I saw did but I remember the nurse doing it to put in the thermometer.

I was a small child in the 1950's and it never happened to me growing up. I remember a time when I was in 8th grade that one of the boys was telling a group of kids before school that at a recent doctor visit the doctor put a finger in his ass and it came out "chocolate covered". He was obviously trying to make a joke out of what happened to him, but I was shocked and worried that it could happen to me......and also titillated by knowing that it had happened to him

Yes, it happened to me very often.

As a child, I always had intestinal problems and received enemas. The pediatrician checked my anus at practically every checkup. However, he didn't always open my butt cheeks; sometimes, if I was lying on my back, he'd have me lift my legs, especially when I was younger.

Furthermore, if I went to the pediatrician with a fever (or she came to my house), she'd take my temperature rectally... so checking my anus was a given. In those cases, he'd sometimes even stick his finger in, especially when I was older, after puberty.

I think it was only done when I had a specific complaint there like itching or constipation

I clearly remember her having to do that only once. But she had a good reason, my mom had taken me in to see her because I was very impacted and my mom didn’t want to deal with it. Actually I think she had her nurse assistant spread my cheeks and held them open while my Pediatrician inserted a rectal speculum so she could see what was causing my problem. I do remember lying on my tummy with a pillow under me while the procedure was done. I don’t remember crying or that it was at all painful, but I do remember the nice nurse telling me to squeeze her hand hard and it would all be over very soon. Those two young women were so so gentle and nice to me. I always loved to go and see them when my mom took me there.

Weird how some people were never examined there growing up. Others were occasionally or, like me, regularly. And there’s several here who actually had penetrative anal exams as kids. Why aren’t doctors consistent?

@GraceT It was always interesting to hear how different doctors examined patients differently growing up. Maybe it has something to do with doctors owning their own practice or being part of a small practice at the time. Now most doctors belong to a large network instead of a small practice so exams are more homogenized.

Yeah, this was part of the elementary exams up until HS. This would follow the genitalia exam with my feet on either side of the step on the exam table. I would be asked to turn around and assume the same position bent over the table. He would tell me to spread my cheeks. I would feel his fingers spread my ass open and then a thumb would brush up against. Later in HS I had a DRE once same type of senecio.

Weird how some people were never examined there growing up. Others were occasionally or, like me, regularly. And there’s several here who actually had penetrative anal exams as kids. Why aren’t doctors consistent?

@GraceT I have very strong suspicion that many of those reports are pure fabrications. I think some people posts are based on their fantasies, and not real experiences. Often it can be a case that something happened, for example cursory glance at genitals, but due to personal fetishes, it got blow out of proportions and converted into questionable procedures.

Additionally, memories are not fixed. Every time you recall something, it is 'written' again, and brain tries to fill any gaps with current knowledge. This gap filling is very strong for older memories, especially those from childhood, to the point you can genuinely believe you remember things that never really happened.

What some describe looks like plain sexual abuse. It can happen, but I doubt it is spread to such extent.

I had a condition called encopresis as a boy. I remember it was so frustrating for me and my entire family. I had to deal with encopresis until I finally gainned control of it when I was 13. At one point my mom took me to see a specialist up at UCLA about it. I believe I was a case study for this terrible condition. Many times when I saw this doctor he would examine me. It included all the regular vital signs. He also pressed hard on my abdominal area I guess to see how badly I was backed up with poop. Usually he would say my my you are backed up good. This doctor also had me turn over on my stomach and he would slide my shorts and underwear down. I was embarrassed to say I had poop stains in my underwear. He said son you are not the only kid I saw today with this. We both kind of laughed. I always trusted this doctor and I always felt comfortable with him. I knew he would not do anything to hurt me ever. He did examine my most private area. First with his finger. Then he said I promise it will not hurt I want to see if you can feel this. He had a small toothpick and picked at my butthole with it. I think he was checking to see if I had sensations and it was normal. Again I was not scared at all because this doctor I trusted. I wasn't even really embarrassed by it... He just said everything seems normal... He always said one day you will be over this....

No mine only ever did hernia exams

Not one time did this happen to me at the pediatrician

I had a couple rectal exams as a kid, and I’m assuming they would have done a visual check as well, but I can’t remember anything detailed. I think the memory got overshadowed my the actual feeling of the finger.

I wasn't required to roll onto my tummy but from frog leg pose or some vague memory of drawing knees to chest whilst supine having brief separation of buttocks to visualise anus. Usually this was after external examination of genitalia.

With me doctors never did it themselves. The first time I had my anus examined was when I was 14. The doctor asked me to turnaround, bend forward and when I did so he asked: spread your cheeks apart with your hands. When I did it, he asked: a bit wider please. He looked for a few seconds and then said: ok, good boy, you are done, you may go now. And I rushed to where my underpants were to put them on.

I assume that before the age of 12, I had a couple of annual exams at the pediatrician or at least a kindergarten exam so I could attend grade school. Since I don’t remember the exam per se, I assume it was simply cursory in nature and uneventful in my mind: the doc listened to my heart, listened to my lungs, pressed a little on my tummy, said, “Good boy. Now, stop yelling in my stethoscope, you little brat”, charged for a comprehensive visit for the difficult patient, and sent me off to learn my ABCs.

Had the doctor spread my cheeks and inserted his finger into my rectum, I’m quite certain I would have remembered that. Now, that I think about it 62 years later, maybe I did have an exam when I was five and maybe the doctor shoved his finger up my caboose because it was only a year later that I played doctors with a neighbor boy and what did I say and do to the boy? “You need a shot in your bottom, so turn around, pull your pants down, and bend over.” (Yes, I was a bossy doctor, well, technically, just a pre-med student, but bossy, nonetheless). Then, with alacrity, I shoved my soaped-up index finger into his bum hole to the hilt, and I wiggled it around in there for good measure until I was sure all the medicine got in. Even as a pre-med student at the tender age six, I did not want to waste a drop of medicine… or maybe I was just adding to my enjoyment of having my finger in my friend’s rectum. Yeah, scratch the efficiency B.S.—I’m going with the latter. And, of course, I wanted to feel what it was like to have another person’s small, but capable finger in my own rectum, so I told him now that he was trained, he needed to give me a shot, too. He agreed and we changed positions.

I wish that 61 years ago, the day after I played doctors with that kid down the street, I had recalled that my pediatrician maybe gave me a digital rectal exam a year earlier because I could have blamed him for doing to me what I then did to the kid and the kid did to me, and then, with that accusation, I might have talked my way out of the combination enema-and-paddling punishment that my mom presided over the day after my friend and I exchanged digital rectal exams, (which, of course, we innocently referred to as “shots” because we were only in our first day at pre-med school).

(Phew. That was a one very long run-on sentence, but I believe it is grammatically correct. I definitely should have split it into two sentences for easier readability, but then I thought it was kinda fun to just keep it running on as a big, long one, (no sexual inuendo there. Okay, so maybe a little sexual inuendo. Actually, a big one. And feel free to diagram the big, long sentence. You get seven meaningless bonus points for doing so).

In another way, I’m glad I didn’t talk my out of at least the enema portion of the punishment, but the enema and the paddling were kind of a package deal, as my mom wanted to teach me a thing or two about putting things up my friend’s bottom, or anybody’s bottom, for that matter, including my own, but her lesson, at least on the enema part of the punishment, backfired for her, but was excellent for me.

To read the details about my punishment enema and paddling for practicing medicine without a license at the age of five—sorry, …for sticking my finger in my friends bottom without a license and for having him return the favor, click this link: https://en.zity.biz/member/contributions-posts

Now, on to some for-sure pediatrician medical exams, but alas, no spreading of the cheeks, parting of the waters, or any other prayed-for miracles.

When I was 11, I graduated from Cubs Scouts and joined the Boy Scouts. Then, every summer, starting at the ripe old age of 12, I got to attend the week-long scout camp, which necessitated getting an annual exam with the pediatrician who listened to my heart, listened to my lungs, pressed a little on my tummy, attached his right hand to my tiny pelvic region while simultaneously giving the customary turn-your-head-and-cough instruction (standard hernia check), charged for an intermediate visit, and sent me off to scout camp to learn how to carelessly and dangerously play with matches, fires, pocket knives, and hatchets, and to enjoy many dangerous, near-death experiences, often involving dizzying heights, terrifying depths of water, copious amounts of mostly-uncontrolled flames, and/or other imminent dangers that you do share with you mother until the statute of limitations has run out. What happens at scout camp, stays at scout camp, else your mom would never let you go to another scout. Oh, but you can disclose any and everything to your dad because he, too, was once a boy. At least most dads were.

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Never happened to me or to my sons

I don't ever recall seeing a pediatrician only a family doctor, and while he did pull down my underwear to look at my genitals I don't recall that he inspected my anus.

I remember this as a regular thing at exams when I was a kid: turn around and bend over the table. Not sure what she was looking for back there, but it seemed to take forever to find it. Probably not, but that's how it felt!