How did you react knowing

I was just told at my pediatricians by the nurse after I had undressed to my underwear to get up on all fours and she would pull my undies down and put the thermometer it. It happened at almost all visits until I changed pediatricians at 9. It never felt embarrassing because I remember it done from age 3 on.

My reaction at the doctor’s office was a feeling of embarrassment. I was used to it. I got my temperature taken rectally at home and at the doctor’s until I graduated high school, but every time was new humiliation. Not as much at home. I’m not sure why, but in the office, the nurse would tell me to lie down and turn over on my tummy. I knew what was going to happen, but they always repeated the words, “I need to take your temperature, or you need to have your temperature taken. I guess they liked saying the word temperature. The embarrassment started when I had to turn over, and heightened when the thermometer was shaken down, and the Vaseline was applied, which was always an overwhelming amount. The worst part was having my underwear pulled down. Once the thermometer was in I always thought to myself when will this be over.

I don’t remember suppositories at the office, but got them at home from time to time. My mom was the main temperature taker, but if she wasn’t available my dad did it. They would have me lie over their lap, even as a teenager.

The biggest issue was the lack of any privacy. At the doctor’s office, doors were routinely left partially open or wide open. At home, if it was time to take m temperature, it could be done in front of friends, relatives, or my parent’s friends, whoever was around. I had to get used to it, but always hated it.

The same happened to me the nurse would tell me me lie on my tummy she would also say “ I need to take your temperature.’ She always lubricated the thermometer with a glob of Vaseline which she left the residue in by buttocks crack. One time the nurse left the exam room with the door cracked open.

As a child I remember getting a suppository in the hospital. Was in for a tonsillectomy. It was just before lights out. I suppose there was a temp check too. I can only remember one time at home. I think there was a family friend there too. In the living room, Mom bent me over on her lap and that was that.

I can recall my RT getting taken from age two to five, and at least once- maybe twice when I first turned six.

It was always in an exam room, and I felt humiliated by it. I just bowed my head and did as told.

My mother was the one to be told by the nurse, not me. Sometimes my mother would simply be instructed to “unfasten his pants please;” sometimes it was “remove everything on him from the waist down please.” Once in a while it would be “remove his pants, but you can leave underpants on.”

Between the age of two and three, I can clearly remember being over my mother’s lap with my bottoms lowered as she held the thermometer in me.

If I was actually spoken to, and not over- it would be, “let’s see that bottom of yours and get a temp on you.”

I did whatever I was told to do, and it was humiliating every single time.

It was also quite confusing for me when they finally went oral, and I actually missed the being exposed, and also the procedure. I never would’ve guessed I’d be disappointed about not having to offer up my bare bottom to people I did not know, but disappointed I was.

Up until I turned 6 years old, I expected getting my rectal temperature taken when mom took me to the children's clinic. I didn't like having it done, it felt uncomfortable, but I didn't usually didn't get hysterical when it happened unless I was sick with a fever. It was obvious what was about to happen when they took me back to the examination room. The Vaseline and already lubed up rectal thermometer (mercury kind with fat bulb) were waiting on the cabinet. Down came my pants and underwear, my legs were raised, then came the unpleasant, invasive sensation as she slid the thermometer into me. I usually whimpered, winced, tried to wiggle away but I couldn't. It felt like she stuck it in so far. The first couple seconds right as she did the insertion was the worst of it. I learned to just hold still and it didn't feel as uncomfortable. It kind of hurt when she'd take it back out too.

I expected my temperature to be taken rectally since in my family that was the way it was always done. The only thermometer my mother had was a rectal thermometer and she used it whenever I was sick right up until I moved out in my mid-20's. As for suppositories she used the long children's glycerin suppositories to toilet train me forcing me to poop on her schedule. After that she usually only gave me one if she had given me a laxative at bedtime and it didn't produce results as soon as I woke up the next morning. At first she used the adult size glycerin suppositories but in my teens when Dulcolax bisacodyl suppositories became available she switched to those. I didn't like getting the glycerin suppositories because they burned and stung as she forced me to hold them in until I just couldn't hold back any more. I absolutely hated the Dulcolax suppositories because they burned and stung so much more and she made me hold them for at least 20 minutes and I still felt like I had to go for about an hour even after I'd finished pooping. By far the worst were the Vacuettes Evacuant Suppositories that she used on me during my early teens after my uncle, who was a salesman for a drug company, gave her several boxes of free samples. They had to be dipped in water before insertion to start a fizzing reaction, then quickly inserted as far as possible and my buttocks held tightly together so the gas they released along with the laxative ingredient moved higher up into my bowels and produced a very strong urge to poop. It felt like sheer torture. The only thing I hated worse were the hot soapsuds enemas she gave me if a laxative plus a suppository didn't produce what she considered an adequate amount of poop.

@Slim88 I find it interesting they used the "diaper position" even on a 6 year-old!

My mom would have me pull my pants and underwear down. And lay on my tummy on her bed.

I never mined having my bottom temp taken

When my colonic therapist asked me to turn on my stomach for a rectal temperature I was excited and ready for the sensation!!!! Lots of fun!!

I felt cared for, but at the same time embarrassed to have it taken like a baby.