How much can you remember about exams?

Interesting how things have changed. It’s amazing to me how many have the same story. I mean the details are so much a like.

Can you still remember crazy details about pediatrician visits? I can remember the alcohol smell. The lights. The wallpaper, the picture, the green linoleum tile on the floor. The scale and the cabinet with the cotton balls in a glass jar. I Remember the exam table being flat and dark green vinyl. I remember the nurse taking off my shoes and socks and shirt and pants. Sometimes she would tell my mom to do it if she was busy. God, I had this happen every visit from a kid to 17 years old. I would complain but I also knew I had to let it happen. And I was hard the entire time. I was hard in the car and in the waiting room and I don’t know why.

I still remember the smell of the vinyl when the nurse told me to rollover on my tummy before she would spread my cheeks for rectal temp. And how she would touch and gently rub my butt cheeks while doing that.

Now here’s the weird part. I remember the exam in detail. I Remember laying on my back and the doctor sliding down my briefs. But for some reason I cannot remember exactly what he did. Maybe it’s blocked from my memory. My mom was there watching and I know she was embarrassed by me being turned on but I couldn’t help it. I tried to think things that wouldn’t get me excited but I still did it.

I know I had an undecended left testicle and maybe he was checking that closely but for some reason I cannot renter ever single detail except that part. He didn’t abuse me I’m sure of that. But with my mom and the doctor and the nurse staring at my naked hairless body under those bright lights - and me totally erect I must have blocked it. I don’t know how. What about you? How many details can you remember.

Strange - think how many others have this almost exact same scenario. I still to this day when I’m alone pretend to be at the doctor for exams and procedures and tests. I can’t explain it but it is so much of a turn on for me. Tell me your story.

I didn’t think much or remember much at the given time but now that it’s a thrill or gives other a thrill to hear about them, I can remember a lot especially if questioned about specifics.

I remember them all too well. As I have said in the past, I dreaded them and hated them at the time, but around 13 years old I developed a fetish at least for the next 13 years. I remember the strong smell of alcohol, the cotton balls, the tongue depressors, and yes, the jar of Vaseline sitting next to the thermometer. When you are subjected to rectal temperatures all throughout high school, both at home and in the doctor’s office, it is something not forgotten. In addition, having to be chaperoned until 18 years old, the open doors, with people roaming the halls and watching you get examined. Having to be held down for extremely painful penicillin shots, because needles were reused and became very dull. I remember friends visiting me when I was sick and out of school for a days, with the rectal thermometer and Vaseline sitting on my night stand, and then having my Mom come to take my temperature in front of everyone. While I hated all of this I started to play out these medical procedures when I was alone. I even went to the ER when I wasn’t even sick at 21 years old, so I could get my temperature taken rectally. I hated it growing up, but I wanted it on my own terms.

I can't say I was ever really afraid to go to the doctor. The only fear part would have been if I was going to have to get a shot. There was a fascination/fear thing around injections for me. The exam part was no big deal and I never had an issue with having to get however naked I had to get. I wasn't particularly shy. I remember the old wood smell of his office and mostly reading National Geographic magazines in the waiting room.

I can't remember a lot about my exams from when I was younger. Only a few things about the waiting room and a few little things about the exam room, a jar of cotton balls and the different colored ends of the thermometers that sat on the counter by the jar of cotton balls. I can remember the nurses always wore white uniforms and were very proper. I do remember a nurse taking my temperature once when I around seven, I can remember that very well. And I can remember one sports physical when I was thirteen. I can remember having to stand in front of the doctor and drop my pants and underwear, I think this was probably the first time that I was checked for a hernia.

I can pretty much remember all of my exams in detail since I was in my early twenties.

Recalling past exams has never escaped me. Perhaps some details are vague but the experiences remain etched in my memory.