My teenage physical exams were pretty the same as before becoming a teenager, and stayed that way through high school. Sat in the waiting room with my dad, who was required to be in the room. Until my name was called, you could always hear kids crying and screaming, which would just make me more tense. When finally called, the nurse took me to a room, and told me to undress down to my underwear. While I did this she left the room. I never understood why. When she came back I was sitting on the table in my underwear and bare feet. She had me get on the scale and then had me turn around to get my height.
Back to the table. She took my blood pressure, and right after she told me to lie down on my tummy. She then got the thermometer out of the glass holder. She shook it down and put more than a generous amount of Vaseline on it. She would say something like, this needs to go in your rectum, sweetheart. As if I didn’t already know. I felt my underpants being lowered and the thermometer being inserted. It always felt cold going in. I lied on the table approximately 5 minutes, but it seemed like an hour, with the nurse holding the thermometer in place, and occasionally patting my backside. The door was usually partially or completely open, and any parent or patient had a great view of me. To be fair, I was the viewer on many occasions as well.
She then removed it and used a tissue to wipe off all the Vaseline. She read it and recorded it in my chart. Some nurses would have my dad stand next to me while my temperature was being taken. After that I was told to remove my undershirt and wait for the doctor, which could sometimes be 10 minutes. When the doctor came in, he exchanged pleasantries with my dad, and immediately used his stethoscope. Very thoroughly on my chest and belly, and then on my back, where I would have to take deep breaths. I would then lie on my back and he would feel around my bladder and put the stethoscope near my genitals. I found out years later that there are sounds that come from there, so I guess he knew what he was doing.
After that, he tested my reflexes, checked my feet and toes, and then my spine. I was then told to take off my underpants, and the rest of the exam was done with me naked. He spent time examining my genitals and would sometimes point things out to my dad, which just embarrassed me further. I would then have to turn around, put my hands on my knees and spread my feet, and he would feel around my rectum.
If there were any vaccinations I would be told that I could put my underwear back on, as they were usually given in the arm. If I needed penicillin, I would told not to get dressed and would have to wait for the nurse still naked. She would have me lie face down again and the needle would be given in my rear. She always had my dad hold me in place so I wouldn’t move around.
After that, I would get dressed and we would meet in one of the small offices.