Asking Embarrassing Questions During an Exam

I’ve had, compared to others it seems, reasonably few genital exams over the years. Usually they pass without issue. I’ve seen a couple posts asking about the doctor making awkward small talk during exams, but I was wondering about the opposite. Has anyone ever wanted to ask a question during an exam, and either felt too awkward, or in a now-or-never moment summoned the courage to ask an embarrassing question?

For my part once when I was younger I wanted to ask the doctor if I was normally-sized, but didn’t. The next year I forced myself to ask. Another time after a skin check I wanted to ask the doctor about a freckle on my penis, and after some hemming and hawing managed to ask, prompting the dermatologist to glove up a second time and examine me.

What embarrassing questions have you asked, and what were the outcomes? Are there any questions you want to ask but still haven’t?

I suffered from hemorrhoids for years before I finally summoned the courage to mention it to my doctor. It was an extremely humbling experience.

I suffered from hemorrhoids for years before I finally summoned the courage to mention it to my doctor. It was an extremely humbling experience.

@BenDover Ah, yes. The ever so embarrassing hemorrhoids. Only when they became ever so painful did I finally swallow my pride and go to the doctor for help. “Hey, doc, I’ve got . . . uh . . . ummm . . . well . . . it’s like . . . yeah . . . . how do I say this . . . ya know what. How about I just show you.”

Eventually, I became less embarrassed talking about my pain in the butt. When the pain became unbearable I did the unthinkable: I had the hemorrhoidectomy surgery. The surgery itself was not so bad, mostly because I was completely out of it with the anesthesia. And the three days in the hospital were not so bad because I got plenty of pain medication in my IV drip-line.

At first, it was a little embarrassing when doctors and nurses came by to inspect the stitches and the healing progress, and as they paraded more and more students though, it became less and less embarrassing to have my derrière on display. Eventually, my modesty went completely out the window, and I didn’t care when they brought the candy stripers and cafeteria workers by to take a gander at the goods. Even Seymour Butts came through for the obvious reason: He wanted to see more butts.

So, the hospital stay, with the heavy help of the IV narcotics, was not so bad.

HOWEVER, the six-week recovery was another matter. It was the most excruciatingly painful recovery out of all my 26 surgeries. Every bowel movement wreaked havoc on my bum hole. During the first two weeks, every day it was one step forward with healing and then the bowel movement dragged me two steps backwards as it ripped out all the healing and then some. The next two weeks it evened out. It was still very painful, but every day it was one step forward with the healing and one step backward with the bowel movement. Progress finally came in the next two weeks with two steps forward and only one step backward.

Back at work, things were kind of interesting. Every so often, a guy would approach me in a hallway. He would furtively look left and right to make sure no one was within earshot. “Hey, buddy,” the whispered. “I heard you had a . . . uh . . . ummm . . .?” And I would interject, “A hemorrhoidectomy.”

Yup, they were embarrassed to talk about hemorrhoids, too.

During the 80’s, I had a growth removed from my mouth. The oral surgeon asked me if I was gay, or a drug user. Neither applied to me. A further investigation was conducted by a pathologist, who asked me if I had sex with multiple partners, including sex workers. Again, the answer was no. Eventually, they confirmed that I didn’t have any sexually transmitted diseases. It was a very humiliating experience.

This was not during an exam, exactly, but some years back, I did have to ask an embarrassing question during a massage from a licensed massage therapist.

I was face up and naked with her towel just covering my privates, as her oiled fingers caressed and dipped into my abdomen. I was afraid that I was going to get an erection.

She noticed me tensing up and said, "What's wrong? I can feel you pulling away."

I thought about making an excuse, but told her the truth. "I feel like I'm getting turned on, and I was worried that you could tell."

She smiled and patted me on the tummy. "I can, but why would you worry about that? There's nothing wrong with feeling aroused. If you get an erection, that's perfectly OK."

I swallowed and asked the embarrassing question. "What if I feel myself starting to cum? Do you want me to push you away?"

"No, no...," she whispered. She patted me on the tummy again. "Just let it happen."

The outcome of asking that question was wonderful. It was only a few weeks later, during another massage with the same LMT, that she noticed my arousal again and decided to do something about it. She began rubbing my pubic hair under the towel, then removed the towel entirely, placed my erect cock between her oiled fingers, and stroked me expertly until I came in her hand. My ejaculation was so powerful that it left cum on my chest.

This was just the beginning of a years-long erotic partnership with this very open-minded LMT. Our partnership involved both of us being naked in each session, and everything from prostate massage for me, to instruction in tantric massage, practicing on her beautiful nude body.

At my last annual I asked about a freckle / mole I have on the shaft of my penis. I think it has been there for ever.I had never said anything about it before but I got nervous about it after he found a suspicious one on my back. I don't know if it was embarrassing or just awkward asking him about it and if he needed to look at it. He studied it for a couple of minutes and told me he will keep an eye on it.

Not an embarrassing question in and of itself, but weird and out of context: Twenty or so years ago I thought I had a piece of food stuck in my throat. I could breath but it definitely felt like something was lodged in or near my larynx. I was able to schedule an appointment after work with my PCP, who was able to squeeze in a quick appointment.

He examined and looked down my throat - evidently it was badly bruised but whatever had been stuck there was gone. He then scolded me for not having had a annual exam that year and made me promise to schedule one before I left. He then asked if I was sexually active, and how many partners I had (and I was married at the time). I did not answer the question, and when I went back for the full physical I basically stated that I had one and only one partner to whom I was married. He dropped the issue and that question never came up again in an exam.