Unexpected Connections To Naked Examinations etc.

I have discussed this at some length, in private, with a Zity member who is a good friend. So, I will describe my experience and then encourage members to post about anything similar which may have happened to them.

When I was a child (and you can check my many posts on the subject) I had to undergo a lot more medical examinations than the 'average' boy / teen in the UK. At school, it was customary at the time (in my case 1960 - 1970) for boys to have to strip naked for the final part of any examination. My experience does not relate directly to a medical examination (although the idea behind this topic should not preclude it for anyone else).

Between 1960 and 1964, I also saw an eminent Paediatrician ( who took a keen interest in my specific condition and who undoubtedly helped me to overcome it) twice per year (this was unconnected with school medical examinations). Sessions with him also involved me having to be naked. This was all very professional and nothing untoward ever occurred. Although I got used to such visits, it was still sometimes embarrassing for me.

He also arranged physiotherapy sessions for me (& I am sure that he designed / developed my exercise programme and manipulations) at a local clinic*. (The sessions with him were at his main office in Nottingham General Hospital (which was quite a long journey for me as a child).* These sessions were fortnightly and I was allowed to be out of school for one hour every fortnight in order to attend.

All of my pelvic girdle (+ hips / legs /lower spine ) had to be manipulated. I assume that really close medical

observation of those areas was required. So, I spent many of those sessions naked too. I only ever had three different physiotherapists (all very nice ladies - in that they were not horribly bossy and brusque like our school nurses were ) between 1960 and 1964..,so I got to know them quite well. Again, I got used to having to undress completely for most of the sessions...but I still sometimes felt embarrassment as I got older and became more self - conscious.

Puberty had not quite fully kicked in (but it was close) when I had my final physiotherapy session just after my 12th birthday in September, 1964. I had my final session with the eminent Paediatrician at Mansfield General Hospital in early October, 1964. Actually that turned out to be quite traumatic ( I have posted about it in some detail on Zity).

OK.....just over a year after these events, in the Autumn of 1965, I had become a newspaper delivery boy. I was very efficient / reliable and soon had several rounds. I had known the proprietor of the Newsagents shop since I was very young. At age 13, he realised that I was quite good at book keeping too. So, on Saturday mornings, I was entrusted to visit the houses of 50 or so customers who paid their account weekly, but who preferred not to visit the shop in person to do so. This was 1965 remember, it was not uncommon.

By the end of those visits, I would have quite a lot of money / cash on me (I was never mugged thank goodness). It was during my very first 'cash collection' round that I had this weird / bizarre / emotional experience. I knocked on the door of one particular house and it was answered by a man. I politely explained why I was there. He asked me to come then told me that his wife dealt with the newspaper bill. He told me that she was in the back kitchen and to go straight through, so I did.

Imagine my shock / surprise. The woman who was there was my former physiotherapist who, between 1962 and 1964, had seen me totally naked over 40 times at least. Yes, she did recognise me with my clothes on! (Hahaha ). I am sure that I must have blushed. We had a brief, friendly conversation as she sorted out the money to give me. But, all the while, part of my mind had flashed back to me lying naked on a mat aged 12 as she manipulated my hips, pelvis etc.Now...at 13, I suddenly had a raging hard on!! Horribly embarrassing (not that she was aware of the fact of course). Plus....part of my mind was crazily wondering if she might order me to take all of my clothes off!!

So...I was wondering...,.has anyone else ever been in that position?? Viz, where either a doctor / nurse / physiotherapist etc etc had cause to examine / see you in the nude quite intimately..,,and then you have subsequently and unexpectedly encountered them in a totally unrelated social setting. If so, how did it make you feel??

Growing up in a small town, there certainly was the potential for awkwardness when seeing our family doctors outside of medical settings. However, we were just so familiar with them. We had the same doctor until he retired when I was about 17. After that, we switched to a small practice which had three or four doctors most of the time, and most of them lived in town too, so we knew them from before they were our doctors, but it still wasn't ever a concern. I did always have some thought in the back of my mind about how it might have been if I bumped into the doctors from my school physicals when I was 6-8 years old. Those exams were where I think my Medfet began. In those exams I was either fully naked or nearly so, and these were strangers to me each time. It was a different doctor each year, always female. But, I never saw any of them again.

As an adult, my work as a figure model has put me in countless situations which could have been the sort of thing your talking about. I used to remember everyone from the classes or sessions I worked with but now it's been far too many to remember. I think there probably are times when I'm recognized out in public, but they just don't say anything. Mostly, I've been approached by artists/students at places where art is the theme, like a gallery show opening or open studios, or a museum, but surprisingly not out in non-art situations.

I can understand this because I've been on the other side of it, too. I remember one time seeing a female model I knew of and communicated with by e-mail several times, but hadn't met in person, until the evening when I was at a Christmas Mass. I saw her, and her family, and considered introducing myself after the mass, but I wasn't sure just how much her family knew of her modeling career. Also, they were all chatting with a priest, and, the Cardinal himself was less than forty feet away. I just didn't think it was the best timing to discuss our mutual profession posing nude!

Sure, every primary doctor I have had was somone from my community who I would bump into periodically. I am now in my 50s but this is true of every doctor from childhood to now wherever I have lived.

Well where I live it can be the norm to run into people like a doctor that you see. It has happened to me in the market and for sure I feel awkward. I don't know if the doctor has that feeling since few words are exchanged and no reference is made when I see the doctor for an exam. I think that its more in my mind than her's and hopefully that's a good thing?

Someone mentioned on the forum a Swedish? movie where a young man is attracted to some neighbourhood lady... who ends up being the doctor who examines him for military service induction !