To get to go to summer camp I had to have a complete physical conducted. I was 9 or 10 at the time, and it was an experience that really stuck with me. That physical, done by a middle aged women doctor, really embarrassed me; but I found myself thinking about it a lot after it was finished. I remember being really nervous from the start when the nurse called me back from the waiting area and took me to an exam room where she instructed me to undress to my underwear; which I apprehensively but dutifully did as a conscientious kid who respected adult authority. She was in the room as I undressed and once down to only my briefs she said to follow her. My anxiety got worse as I followed her out of the room and down the hall in just my underpants to where a scale was located. "Go ahead and hop on" she said. I did and stood there as she moved the scale weights to balance them, all the while hoping nobody would come through the corridor and see me in only underpants. After she was satisfied reading my weight, she said "turn around and let's get your height." I did as she pulled the measuring device straight up and out of the scale that I stood upon. "Stand straight, arms at your sides." She lowered the bar on the measuring device down until it touched my head then lifted it back up and said I could step down. As I did, she handed me a plastic cup and motioned me to a nearby door, a bathroom, and told me she needed a urine specimen. At least that part I could do alone.
Once finished we headed back to the exam room. "Hop up on the table, lets get your vitals." I did and she proceeded to take my temperature, put the blood pressure cuff on my arm, then listened to my heart with a stethoscope. It must have been beating fast because as she was listening I remember her saying "you don't need to be nervous."
After that she said she would get the doctor and would be right back. She was back several minutes later and just smiled at me as she entered the room, then went to the counter where her clipboard was and started writing on it. A moment later, a knock and in walks another lady who came over to me, introduced herself and shook my hand. I remember her asking me some questions, with my answers being brief, I think pretty much the yes or no type. Then she took her stethoscope off her neck and listened to me front and back, occasionally instructing me to breathe deep. Next I remember her hands going under my jaw and feeling down my neck. "You can go ahead and lay down on the table now" she said, so I scooted up the crinkly paper cover and reclined myself back. I guess my hands were crossed over my midsection because she told me to put them down so she could check my stomach. Her hands went down on me feeling around various places and continued to move lower on my body until they reached the band of my underwear. She pulled up on it a little, slid her hands under, then continued feeling the area still hidden by my underpants. I watched all this happening, but don't think I ever said a thing. I just wanted it to be over!
Once that part was done, she told me to hop off the table as she retrieved a stool to sit on. I remember adjusting the band of my underwear back up as they had been pushed lower when she was palpating beneath them; but for the next part that was about to happen, there wasn't a point. Now I stood there as the doctor wheeled the stool closer. I remember looking over at the nurse who was just watching at that point. She still had the clipboard but wasn't writing anymore. "I'm going to check your testicles, okay?" the doctor said. I must have got wide-eyed hearing that, but just nodded my head. With that her hands went to my sides, gripped my underpants and slid them down to my knees. I couldn't look down as I felt her hand come up and touch me down there. I just kind of looked at the wall behind the doctor then glanced over at the nurse who was still just standing there and watching. She saw my glance and offered a reassuring smile. The doctor felt around for what seemed like a long time, but probably wasn't, affording me this super strange feeling of so much exposure. "Everything looks good, we're almost done. Go ahead and turn around so I can check your back" she told me. At that, I immediately reached down to pull my underwear back up, but as I was doing that I felt a hand on my shoulder and the doctor saying "you can leave those down." Oh no, it didn't feel like it was almost over to me now, as I turned exposing my backside to the doctor and nurse, underwear at my knees. I remember still feeling compelled to cover my front with my hands, but didn't, thinking I would be chastised for doing so. I kept my hands by my side as I felt the doctor's hands touching areas on my back.
Then came the instructions, "put your feet closer together and bend over. Try to touch your toes." It just kept getting worse, but I knew I had no choice. As soon as I moved my feet closer, the underwear at my knees immediately dropped to my feet rendering me essentially naked, as I bent forward as told. I just stared at the tile floor, but could feel the eyes of the doctor and nurse all over me. There was a little more touching on my back while in that position, then what I think was the doctor looking at my butt. I finally heard her say, "Alright, all done." I grabbed the underpants from around my feet and pulled them up with me as fast as I could. I turned back to the doctor, who told me some stuff that I don't recall, as well as to the nurse. Then she stood up from the stool she had been sitting on, shook my hand again and left.
The nurse was again writing on the clipboard, but looked up at me, said that I did great and can go ahead and get dressed. That was the permission I had been waiting for, and got my clothes back on quickly, then was escorted by her back to the waiting room.
I didn't mean to write so much, and some of the details may not be exact, as it happened years ago; but like I said, as anxiety inducing as the exam was to me then, I relived it in my mind many times following the experience.