I was in high school. It was my pediatrician. I was sitting on the table already topless. Because I didn’t get a gown there. I did have a paper sheet that I had to drop.
“I’m sure you know your body is changing. As you get older breast exams become more and more important. “
I think I kind of looked at the ground and nodded.
“I’d like to do one today. Hands on your hips please. Can you lean forward. I’ll just start by palpating your arm pit”
Her hands were cold. I flinched a little bit.
“My hands are a little chilly. I promise I don’t wash them in ice water or anything.” That made my mom chuckle.
“Have you noticed any tenderness? Or discharge?”
I gave muffled one word responses of no. The awkwardness was thick. You could have cut it with a knife. Despite the show I put in here, I really do get embarrassed. Nudity is awkward. Touching places normally covered is awkward. Just the whole thing.
She felt all over my left one. Then my right. It was probably 30 seconds total. It was a lot more “rough” than I had imagined. It ended with her I won’t say pinching my nipple. But there was some light squeeze that didn’t feel great.
“Now monthly self exams. You need to be doing this once a month. And if you feel anything funny come in and see me. “
She gave me a laminated pamphlet that should have been used in the shower and explained how to do it. I threw it in the trash when I get home. Mysteriously I later found it in a drawer in the bathroom. Much like some artifact from a horror movie you just can’t get rid of. (I’m sure mom rescued it)
My mom later explained to me that sure it was embarrassing. But also very important. And a part of growing up. Blah blah blah. You know the drill.