What Started your rectal temp fetish?

I had them growing up from mom. I remember really not liking it. Embarrassment was definitely a big part of that.

There was something about being feverish, especially when younger, that felt sort of other-worldly, dream-like, that perhaps added to the experience. And also there was very much something special about being home sick with mom and being taken care of so attentively and lovingly. But then also at the same time having to take a thermometer in your bottom in a sort of "for your own good" way. The mix of loving caring and then also being forced to have something put in your bottom. Being talked through it. It needed to be done.

I do wonder if there are some I forget - a babysitter or a doctor.

Then, a bit older, I was playing doctor and I was the one (pretending) to take temperatures. As a kid I always said I wanted to be a doctor ... and it wasn't because I had an interest in medicine.

RT was standard for us. The regular temp checks and also observing my sister and cousin in similar situations caused initially some interest what turned to a kind of excitement with the time

@kleinhulio Regular RT Checks? Can you please explain more about this? What does ist mean? Daily? Weekly? And why?

During pandemics eg. flu or high risk infection spread in the school, we had temp checks almost daily. Usually after we arrived from the school. Otherwise (like for everybody) only when we had signs of possible fever condition.

When I was growing up that was the normal thing getting your temperature taking with a glass mercury thermometer at home or the pediatrician office nurse pulled your pants underwear down you turned on your stomach wait for the thermometer to go in your butt . At 15 in the emergency room was embarrassing no privacy 2 nurses my mom in a curtain cubicle I still think about that sometimes

Where or when my RT fetish started, I can’t say for sure. Butt what I can say is “ I f I had as many thermometers sticking out of my ass as I had stuck in it, I’d look like a porcupine!”

I think I’m just part of a generation that was raised w/a rectal thermometer in the house. I remember feeling embarrassed & excited whenever mine was taken, and occasionally seeing my sister over my mom’s knee with a classic glass mercury thermometer in her bottom. We played doctor a few times at age 7 or 8 — but have never talked about it since.

I used to hate rectal temps as a kid. I found it invasive and violating. Then when I was 6, I was sick as a dog. As much as I hated getting another rectal temp at the hospital the ice cold thermometer was a brief relief as I was burning up from a high fever. When it came time to pull the thermometer out, I could swear my tiny anal muscles tried to keep that cool thermometer in!

@ Calzimi. Interesting experience with the massage therapist. Did you get the idea that she was enjoying the experience as much as you were? Hope you gave he a nice tip.