Embarassing situations when your Temperature was taken rectally

Do you have some expiriences which are espacially embarassing?

I was always embarrassed when my mom and dad were both present, and the same with the nurse and my parents present.

None, I never minded RT or how or where it was done.

When I was 16, I contracted a form of atypical bacterial pneumonia. Because I needed more oxygen than a nasal unit could provide, I had to wear a full face mask. So, my temperature was taken rectally, every 4 hours. It had had been 103.8, when I was admitted. It was 2002, so an electronic thermometer was inserted and held in by the nurse for 75 seconds- I counted them more than once. During my temps, I pulled down my pj bottoms and turned on my side, facing away from the door. Once, my mom and aunt visited me and got a view of my full moon, while it was being taken rectally. Very embarrassing for a 16 year-old girl!

@SubmissOne how often does it happened?

@gabistillgetsit I can imagine. A friend of mine knows an Situation which was eventuell more embarassing like this

Yes. My most embarrassing temp check happened at age 12. I was in for strep throat after catching it at 6th grade camp. It was bad enough that I had been brought in 2 weeks prior with the thermometer up my butt and a shot that I had missed in order to go in the first place. At 12, I was really starting to feel too old for this procedure, but it of course made no difference.

This particular time, though, things went really bad for me. I was told, as always, to turn on my stomach and pull my undies down so they could check my temp. I was upset at being back and having the stupid thermometer in my butt again, so I just kind of shoved them down and turned over. Of course I didn’t pull them down far enough so I was told they needed to come down further, at least past my knees. This made me have to get up and show off my bare bottom to everyone and I was already partially hard in anticipation, so everything just flopped out.

The nurse slid the cold thermometer in and I was coughing a lot which caused the thermometer to slide in and out. Thinking it might slip out, I turned back to look and saw the nurse holding it in with an intense look and mom looking on smiling. I was admonished rather sternly to turn back around. The thermometer sliding around gave me a very hard erection, even being sick as I was, and it wasn’t visible but the paper made noise as it grew. Just then the doctor barged in, leaving the door wide open. He was not expecting this to be still going on, apparently. He whispered something to the nurse who nodded, then apologized and excused himself, bouncing the door so it didn’t really close. I was so embarrassed and angry I started to tear up, and thought about what I could do to get revenge. I knew time was getting close so I thought fast and came up with my plan. I would tell the nurse I wanted to go wipe my butt from all the slime, which would hopefully point out the fact that an oral reading would be better. Then I would take forever to make the doctor wait.

The time was finally up and the thermometer was slurped out and the nurse wiped the thermometer and read it. I was told I could pull my undies up, which I tried and failed to do without rolling over and showing everyone my boner. When I got my thin white briefs up, my hard penis was poking out the top. I was burning in embarrassment but went ahead with my plan and asked the nurse to go to the bathroom to wipe myself. Without even thinking she grabbed a Kleenex box and passed them back. Saying “here just use these”. I froze in panic and my mom, I think slightly annoyed at my rudeness of not taking the box, grabbed them and me, yanked my undies back down and leaned me over to wipe me. This all happened very fast, but there I was getting my butt wiped by my mom at 12, with the door open. The nurse kind of ignored it and left, firmly closing the door. As if to punctuate that no one needed to see this spectacle. Mom finished up and I was shell shocked by the whole thing, and very subdued.

At the end of the visit my undies came back down for a stinging penicillin shot in the butt. Another redux, as I had just had my butt jabbed 2 weeks earlier with whatever shot I missed.

After the visit, I begged mom not to tell “the girls”, because we were headed to my parents’ business where they were letting some friends stay in our trailer parked out back. Meanwhile I rehearsed a totally different doctor visit where I got an oral temp taken and a shot in the arm, rather than getting everything in the butt as usual. It worked well enough that I repressed this memory for quite some time. Only starting to talk about this interest brought back the actual events. This wasn’t the very last time I got a rectal temp, but it was the last visit before I was switched to oral as policy. Embarrassing, but fun to recount now.

I’ve shared this story elsewhere on the site, so apologies if it is repetitive for some, but @Lara88’s question deserves a new response!

When I was about 11 years old, long after it was normal (on the US West Coast, where I grew up) for children to have oral temperatures, I came down with a sinus infection and was home from school. My mother had apparently misplaced the “oral” thermometer (with the elongated tip) so decided she needed to take my temperature rectally before calling the doctor. As a preteen, I pretended of course to be annoyed, but was secretly thrilled, since I had never emotionally accepted the earlier switch to oral readings. My heart was pounding when she came into my bedroom holding the lubricated glass thermometer.

After inserting the thermometer, my mother raised the sheets in a gesture to give me privacy and left me alone. However, she explained what was happening to my little sister, who came into my bedroom smirking and stayed with me while the thermometer registered. She couldn’t see anything private, but knew very well what was happening: that I was being treated as a little boy younger than she. The experience was both humiliating and erotic, and left a lasting impression that I still enjoy.

I think when I was very young and saw the doctor, the only concern I had was if a shot was going to be required. I would get all teary just thinking about it and surely the tears began to flow when told to roll over!

A rectal temp was routine but it wasn't until I was around age 11 when the embarrassment factor began to develop. By then I was well aware of having the nurse take it and also very self conscious about getting a genital exam. The passage of time only heightened my distress and lying there with the thermometer inserted was both upsetting and caused a helpless feeling as the nurse made sure it didn't slip out. The position for getting my temp taken changed from lying on my belly to being on my side which helped lessen the sensations of producing an erection.

For me, far too many to recount all. There were many times that I could be viewed by other kids and their parents because the door was left open. At home, if I were sick and had friends over, my Mom would come into my room and announce it was time for my temperature to be taken. Even as a teenager, she would sit on my bed and I would have to lie over her lap. She would pull down my pj’s and take my temperature in front of everyone. There were many other situations where stuff like this happened. Of course, as the saying goes, the door swings both ways and I got to see many others in the same position getting their temperature taken as well.

All seemed to be embarrassing. Especially when there were no doors to the exam rooms at my drs office & people could see the thermometer sticking out of my rectum.