What do you think caused your medical fetish?

Pretty darn easy to figure this one out as it lives on in my mind yet today. I was 12, maybe 13, with puberty late for me. It’s probably the whole exam as it unfolded… as directed by the nurse, chest bared and belt unbuckled before doctor arrived in the room. All I can remember is my nerves as I knew what would be asked of me and (unwillingly) done to me. Nothing at first, checked eyes, ears, nose, throat, heartbeat, and lungs. The stethoscope was cold on my chest. But next… “lie on your back, arms above your head on the table” and the nurse suppressed my arms against the exam table to keep me from interfering, pants undone, lowered, along with my underwear to my knees. I was uncovered from my head to my knees, as the young nurse held my arms down, and the doctor examined my developing penis and testicles in front of the nurse and my mom. It was so humiliating to be exposed and seen in such a position of submission, lying on my back, during a period of my sexual development. I was already masturbating regularly by then so it almost felt like everyone in the exam room knew. But, to have my arms held down by the nurse as I was examined… sent me off the chart. It is no wonder why being examined by someone is without question my favorite role play and fantasy while masturbating. To this day, I play doctor with myself to evoke the same feelings.

@rodjerkerr I can understand that very well. Do you have any idea why that happened? Did you resist before, or were you not obedient enough?

@rectemp I believe it was probably just standard procedure in my pediatrician’s office. If I were to guess, it may have been done to keep a younger child from interfering with this part of the examination. It could have also been done to hold a younger patient in place or to prevent a sudden reaction as the doctor examined such a sensitive area on the patient’s body. That touch might trigger a sudden response, or perhaps the patient might be a bit jumpy as that touch occurred. It was probably also done to provide some reassurance. I’m sure even at 12 or 13, there was a look of panic on my face as I was told to lie back on the table, knowing this part of my body was going to be exposed. The female nurse’s touch, while meant to provide gentle restraint likely also provided a calming and reassuring touch in these moments of emotional discomfort.

It was my absolute hatred of getting enemas as a child. When I went to jr. high school, we stripped for PE and took showers, so at home I decided to grow up and take showers.

My mother kept the family enema bag in the shower, it was hanging there right in front of me saying, "i dare you." I filled it with water one day, stuck the dry nozzle in my bottom and gave myself my first enema. It grew from my mother's amber latex enema bag, wish I knew the brand, Davel? Also like to play with myself, why else would I have a penis.

I put the blame on Pediatric medicine. The constant ritual like focus on the Abdomen. I don't think I ever had a doctor visit without being Laid back with an Exposed belly being subjected to: auscultation awkwardness, Percussion Embarrassment and having my relaxed abdomen Kneaded like bread dough. Not understanding the emotions you are feeling and just thinking it's totally normal. It made me really hate going to the doctor as I got older. All that plus playing doctor as a kid and always remembering to Prod my patients tummy like I remembered. Later in life seeing my GF undergo a very similar extremely random deep abdominal Palpation during an urgent Care visit cleared up the rest and brought it full circle and fully embrace the awkwardness.

As a child I was sickly and a trip to the doctor wasn't worth it if I didn't end up with at least 5 doses of penicillin injections. Of course, that turned into a cry and the entire staff had to hold me down while the nurse sadistically injected me.

I know exactly when it started.

I was probably 6 or 7 when I first watched The Princess Bride. There’s a torture scene in it where the main male character is hooked up to machines that use water for energy? I guess?. I remember thinking this scene was terrifying but also couldn’t quite understand why it made me want to experience it myself. Looking back this was probably my first experience of feeling ‘horny’.

I didn’t have any other experiences like this until I found myself really into boys love (yaoi) manga when I was around 12 and stumbled upon one called Love Prism (if you’re interested https://nhentai.net/g/9055/). The story includes urethra insertion, bladder incontinence, orgasm denial, piercing, bondage and an overall medical context. I again felt the same urge to experience what the character was put through.

After that I was no longer just seeking out boys love stories but specifically urethra insertion/medical stories, and from there it was a hop skip and jump to enemas, examinations, experiment/modification, and gynaecology themes.

I’ve been an avid consumer of medical fetish hentai manga ever since and it continues to be my main gooning material.

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In my case , (remember, I was born in the mid-40’s), I have had the fetish for almost as long as I’ve been alive. I remember searching through our family medical book (“Modern Medical Counselor”) BEFORE puberty for information about female genitalia, examinations, enemas, douches, etc. As those who read my blog know, enemas have always been a main fetishi for me. Why? I don’t know. My parents probably gave me one or two, but why would I mainly want to GIVE them? Why would I want to conduct exams on women? I know I’m weird, but I’m not sure why. I do like GETTING enemas, and while for some this is a male-male thing, I’m completely straight. My sexual interests have always been females. I also don’t post selfies of my enemas, etc. I like the idea of a female giver, but even more of a receiver. A female backside is to me a thing of beauty. I love the beauty of a woman’s entire body, and if you look at the images I post, you’ll see what I mean. Life is also filled with humor, so I really enjoy the funny, ludicrous (see my avatar) and darkly humorous. At 80+ I’m self aware, but the “why” escapes me about my sexual interests except I know what I like—not exactly why. I can trace behaviors and say to myself, “I obsess over this.” Or I may say to myself, “I’d love to do that, or experience that,” but the exact reason escapes me. At this point I just accept who I am, and try to live the rest of life as well as I can and without bringing harm to people I know & love, or care about—or even to strangers.

Did your interest grow over time or was there a specific instance that led to the interest?

For me there wasn't a single incident, but a build up of experiences that led to the interest.

Posted this in a different thread 14 years ago:

I was about eight or nine and had to have one of my baby eye teeth pulled. The dentist told my parents it was crowding my other teeth. I had never had a tooth extracted before (or since) and I had been told by my parents that the dentist would use a needle to inject a medicine into my gum so I would not feel it being pulled. They said the needle would hurt a bit but quickly pass. When the appointment time came, I was taken into the treatment room and everything was done as usual at the start of an appointment (paper bib, instruments laid out, etc.). Then the dentist came in, reclined the chair way back and checked the tooth again to make sure it was the correct one. I sat there trembling in fear waiting for a large needle to come out and get shoved into my gum. Suddenly I saw hoses appear around my face and what I realized was small rubber mask put on my nose. The dentist said it was giggle gas and that it would put the tooth to sleep. Then he said to breath in and out deeply. I complied and would hear the occasional "in and out deeply". Once heard him say "fill up the balloon" but I could not see any balloon, which the dentist may not have realized was outside my field of vision. I kept breathing as instructed and started feeling like I was vibrating and floating above the chair. Then I felt a sharp tug on my jaw along with a crunching sound but I do not recall feeling any pain. Next I heard, "you are now breathing pure oxygen". I kept breathing as told and after about five minutes, the mask and hoses were removed and I noticed I had a bloody piece of gauze in my mouth. The nurse removed it and put in a clean piece and told me to leave it there for half an hour while I walked home.

The whole experience of fear, the reclined chair, the rubber mask and hoses, and the lightheaded euphoric feeling from the gas really imprinted on me resulting in my love of the black rubber anesthesia mask. I only had nitrous one other time twelve years after that when I had to have a broken tooth fixed but it was not as exciting as that first time. In fact, I probably would have been better off with Novocain.

It was getting rectal temperatures and suppositories from mom , and at the pediatrician/ hospital emergency room.. mom was big on rectal thermometer up to age of 12 then not so much . But suppositories was a must for vomiting nausea or fever then those long slender suppository sticks for constipation .the fact I had a rectal thermometer in my butt at 15 at the emergency room with out privacy and a nurse giving me a suppository

When I was nine I had three days of sever constipation and ended up in the hospital. Long and short of it they solve the issue with 2 high enemas. After that I felt assume. All my other sisters all older than me by 4-10 years. They got enemas any any given time for who knows what. Because I was always regular my mom never gave me one. So I was naturally curious has to how they worked. After this hospital stay I got my answer. After that I was regular again so no more enemas. My mom was very diligent in asking me emery day "Did you have a premovement"?. I said yes until somewhere when I was 12 and again 13 years old, where she then gave me an enema to solve the problem. after that she said you will do your own if you have any problems. I always feel great after all of them. I am now 71 years old and because of medical needs I enjoy them each time. Don't know if it is afetish?

I think it is mandatory exams. I had many of them, starting with school, then for military/civil service, at university, employment related. Mostly female doctors and staff, unpleasant, embarrassing and humiliating examinations involving undressing, nudity, lack of privacy.

Definitely childhood exams and wondering what the girls went through.

When i was little i had many doctor and dental visits that started to grow from fear to liking it

I think my medical fetish began during a stage of childhood development when I first started to experience feelings of shame.

Painful penis examinations from my pediatrician... Forced nudity and embarassement. Genital surgery I undergo when child.

I think my interest developed from playing Doctors and Nurses with the girl next door, which seems to be a bit of a common theme. It was then further developed when I found a medical handbook which I spent hours looking at during my teenaged years leading to a procedural content during solo masturbation sessions often using items from around the house to provide stimulation to my anal and genital areas. It’s all gone on from there really along with a preference to be completely naked during play sessions.

When I was about ten I often went to play with a girl a year older who lived nearby. For what reason I don't know but there was a drawer full of soft red rubber tubing in her father's shed. Different diameters & lengths. No doctor / nurse role play, she just liked sticking them places...😮😃

Honestly, I don't know. From early childhood, I had two sides to me. First, I was terrified of doctors (and especially injections). This fear was somewhat irrational, as I wasn't afraid of pain. I got into a lot of fights and was constantly covered in bruises and scrapes. The main thing was that the source of the pain wasn't the syringe.

On the other hand, I loved playing doctor. In my childhood games, I was always the doctor, reenacting the most painful scenes, like giving injections and drawing blood.

When I became a teenager, this acquired a sexual connotation. I became sexually aroused by imagining scenes with a male doctor and a female patient. It seems I'm a pervert by nature.