Have you had a rectal temperature because of a broken oral thermometer?

Have you taken a rectal temperature or had your rectal temperature taken by a significant other due to a broken or malfunctioning oral thermometer.

I once had my rectal temp taken because there was only a rectal thermometer available at my grandparents place. I got sick and my temperature needed to be taken. This happened after I had "graduated" to oral temperatures. I remember it felt very humiliating back then.

I’ve never reached the switch to another method. But mum once broke the thermometer when shaking it down. It was in the evening. My temp had to be taken. She called the local shop keeper that opened for her and sold her a new digital thermometer. And it was used rectally but took only 1 minute instead of 3. We never switched back to a glass family thermometer. I did later.

Yes we were at a family members summer place for vacation and I got sick. They only had a rectal thermometer. I was 26 so dad took me in the bedroom with my pants and underwear down took my temperature with vaseline in my rectum. I was very embarased but felt sick so didnt matter.

Guessing that many RT fans purposely broke their oral thermometers for nefarious reasons. 😀😀😀

This question takes me straight back to my childhood and teenage years. From a very young age, I was drawn to that feeling, the gentle touch, the close physical attention, and especially the sweet, subtle embarrassment that always accompanied a rectal temperature check. When I felt the world around me starting to switch to quick and easy oral thermometers, I realized I had to take matters into my own hands so I wouldn't miss out on that special experience.

The first time I vividly remember was when I was 14. I was lying in bed with a high fever, and my mother came into the room with the usual oral thermometer. As she placed it in my mouth, I simply bit down hard on it until it cracked and broke. I whispered a curse and pretended to be sorry for the "accident," but it was all planned in advance. My mother sighed, went downstairs, and brought back the old, reliable rectal thermometer. The silence in the room, the subtle scent of petroleum jelly, and the slow, cool, precise touch as she checked me made my whole body soften. That feeling of slight helplessness combined with deep intimacy was exactly what I was hoping for.

Another incident happened a year later when I was very sick and my mother called a private nurse to our home. The nurse arrived with a large medical bag and pulled out a digital oral thermometer. The moment her back was turned, I gave it a sharp shake and intentionally dropped it on the floor until its digital display went completely blank. Seeing that it was broken, she smiled patiently, opened an inner compartment in her bag, and pulled out a traditional glass thermometer. She asked me to turn onto my side, and the touch of her professional hands along with the quiet, thorough examination she performed sent a wave of warmth, excitement, and anticipation through me.

Those deliberate "accidents" were my secret way of ensuring I would get that intimate, careful, and comforting examination I loved so much, time and time again.

Actually it happened to me as well, when I was sick and the digital thermometer had run out of battery. There was still the old glass thermometer available which was always used rectally when I was a child.

This happened to me once, when I was a preteen, in the mid-1970s. I have recounted this anecdote in other threads, so apologies to those who may have read about it before.

I was home from school sick with some kind of sinus infection. Mom wanted to take my temperature before calling the doctor’s office but had broken (or maybe lost) the oral thermometer that had been used on me since I was 6. She was almost apologetic at the idea of making me submit to such an intimate procedure at my age. But by then I had already developed a strange fascination with rectal temperatures. So, although I made a face pretending to be annoyed, I was secretly thrilled, and my heart was pounding in anticipation.

Mom came into my bedroom holding the thermometer, the tip of which she had already coated with a thick glob of Vaseline. She had me turn over onto my stomach and used both hands to lower my pyjama pants and underwear just far enough to expose my buttocks. With a deft movement, she quickly inserted the cold instrument into my rectum. In order to give me privacy, she then raised the bedsheet to cover me while the temperature registered then left the room.

Despite her apparent concern for my privacy, Mom nonetheless mentioned what was happening to my little sister, who came into my bedroom with a little smirk in her face and waited with me. She couldn’t see anything but knew very well what was under the bedsheet. She also knew that I was too old for the “baby” thermometer and seemed to enjoy my discomfiture.

The incident has been seared into my memory and remains the source of many of my temperature-related fantasies to this day. Unfortunately, Mom later went to the pharmacy to buy a new oral thermometer, so the experience was never repeated. I have always regretted making that face. Perhaps if I had shown that it didn’t really bother me, Mom would have considered continuing with the rectal thermometer.

Not exactly that situation, but once, when my parents weren’t home, and I was at the height of my rectal temperature fetish, I was going to take my temperature, and it fell from my hands and broke on the floor. I cleaned it up well, and went to the pharmacy to buy another one. There was a girl behind the counter, perhaps an high school senior or college freshman, and when she saw the rectal thermometer, she looked at me, but didn’t say anything. I am pretty sure I knew what she was thinking.

Yes!

@hilenk did you get to see your sister's temperature taken?

@FreakyDoc alas no. I won’t go so far as to say that there a double standard, but I do think that parents of the day were generally more protective of girls’ privacy than boys’. And since my other siblings were all older, I definitely never saw any of them get an RT.