First exam alone

There are plenty of discussions here about a family member (mainly mom) coming to the exam with you. But I want to know what emotions you experienced the first time she didn’t follow you into the exam room when the nurse called your name.

“Mandy come on back with me”. I was alone. I’m so independent.

“Go ahead and get undressed”. I remember looking at my pile of clothes and wondering if I needed to fold them. Like it gave me real anxiety. In the end I just made sure my bra was covered. I feared the doctor coming in and seeing me not sitting on the table. Why do I fear that? Good question.

Then sitting there for ten minutes alone was anxiety inducing. This was before cell phones were useful. I’ve got no one to talk to. Every move of my body the crinkle of the paper is so loud. I can read a people magazine from three months ago. Why do I care how Jennifer Aniston celebrates Christmas?

Then the doctor comes in and I kind of forget the whole situation. She starts asking me simple questions and I blank out. In this state of mind I could have giving my birthday wrong. No I don’t smoke. So why did I hesitate to answer? She’s going to mark down that I smoke. Mom’s going to kill me.

After the exam I come back to the waiting room for what felt like the walk of shame. My mother is sitting there. Knowing what just happened. And now she wants to talk about it?

“How did it go?” “Uhm ok”

“Anything I need to talk to the doctor about?” “Go no”

“Are you sure?” “I guess”

“Well I’ll take your word for it”. “Thanks”

She was frustrated. I was flustered. It shouldn’t have been that hard, and I don’t know why it was.

So guys and gals what was your first trip back the big scary door alone like?

Oh this brings back some memories. My mother took me to the doctor but she was only present for the exam the first time. Later, she would either wait in the waiting room or go for a quick trip to the nearby shops while I had my appointment.

My mother being there for the first exam was embarrassing but also helped with my nerves a bit. When I was alone with the doctor and nurse for the first time, I remember feeling really nervous but also a bit more grown up and mature. Being taken to the doctor by ones parents seemed more like something children experienced and I wanted to be seen as mature. I always tried to act braver than I was with the doctor and tried to not show, how embarrassed I felt.

I also remember the embarrassing ride back home. My mom asked me about my exam and if everything was fine. I felt really embarrassed. Of course she knew what just had happened to me and my body and I really did not want to talk about it and just be alone for a while.

I actually felt relieved when I was 16 and my pediatrician said I was old enough to be seen on my own but my step mother could come in after to ask questions. I usually still got an erection in front of the woman pediatrician and her nurse but it felt less embarrassing with my step mother in the waiting room. Then while I got dressed the nurse would bring in my step mom and then I would wait in the waiting room while they talked about the exam. Once I could drive myself they did it over the phone until I turned 18.

My first exam alone was actually my first gyno exam at 14. At that age my mom still came with me to the pediatrician so this was much better. My mom actually took me to watch her gyno exams a couple of years beforehand so I already knew the gyno and kind of knew what to expect. This made me feel comfortable when I came in by myself. The gyno was also very very nice with a magnetic personality that made his patients feel very comfortable. Overall it was a great experience for having a speculum for the first time.

The first time I was examined alone was when I was 13. The last time I'd been at the docs when I was 12, I'd asked to go in by myself but my mam had said I was too young. She always came in with my big brother and the doc always did a decent exam of me whilst stripped down to my boxers.

Before we went, my brother tried to wind me up saying "the docs going to want to look inside your pants this time, and mam is going to be so ashamed at seeing that a son of hers has such a small dick" that I playfully punched him.

Thankfully for me when we got there and I was called in, mam said I could go by myself. In any case it was just the usual exam once inside, strip to my boxers then start off getting my height and weight taken. He asked me to sit on the edge of the bed and listened to my breathing asking me to take deep breaths in and out. Then breathe normally while he listened to my heart. Then he asked me tk.lie down while he "examined my tummy". At that age it felt really childish him using that word, especially when he repeated it "let me know if you're in any pain as I press on your tummy", "I'm just going to listen to your tummy now Scott" etc.

He then did reflex checks and got me to walk across the floor. I never got checked out inside my pants at the docs, only in my exams at school.

I then got a prescription for what was wrong with me which I gave to my mam when I came out and she grilled me on what happened inside.

I’m not really sure. I would say probably around 14 or 15 maybe at least for when my parent stopped coming in. Then at 16 I would take myself to the exams

My first exam alone was filled with a lot of firsts and was really the reason for my fetish developing later on. This was the first time I was Asked to undress completely, including my underwear and was given a small sheet to wrap around my waist. It was also the first time a doctor saw me fully naked and examined my genitals while I was Fully erect. Prior to that, my pediatrician would just “take a peek” inside my underwear and press on either side of my groin, resulting in an erection that was quickly covered back up by my underwear.

My first time going back alone wasn't until after I turned 18 and it was extremely underwhelming. The actual value of my physicals had been dropping for a few years at that point after Obamacare replaced them with "wellness visits" but it was the first time I left the doctor's office truly pissed off feeling like an hour and a half of my life had just been wasted for a blood pressure reading and prescription refill.

I was 14 and finally being seen by a doctor who specialized in adolescent medicine. He had 1 other doc, a female, and 2 female nurses as part of his practice. The office was always busy; the waiting room was full of anxious teens. The exam process began with a nurse who would require a urine sample first thing. It was not supervised unless you needed help following directions: "wipe the head of your penis and pee into the cup; leave it on the tray and go into exam room 1." I managed that okay but it took me time to provide the sample. Once I completed this, I walked down the hall to find the exam room. I was always curious about passing other rooms and wondering how the patient was doing. Upon entering the exam room, I looked around, and waited for the nurse who returned in minutes telling me to strip to my briefs and then stand on the scale. Awkward for sure; I obeyed and it was followed by checking my vitals. Thankfully no rectal temp was required and waited for the doc. I felt anxious and also wondered just how thorough of an exam I was to get. Being in my briefs did not provide much comfort or confidence. Upon greeting the new doc along with the nurse being present, I quickly learned that I would be losing my briefs. The exam was a full head to toe; genital exam involved my penis and testicles followed by a hernia exam and checking of my anus. Time seemed to process ever so slowly. Once done, the nurse had the duty to administer any required shots. I got two that first time; arm and butt. I left with my head hanging down and blushed as the nurse informed mom of my situation!

My first exam on my own was when I was 15. I had been having exams every 2 months with my gp to "monitor" my early puberty. They had always been very embarrassing with mum sat only a couple of feet away and able to see everything; including my painful erections and ejaculations. I wondered what would be different now I was going on my own. As it turned out, nothing was really different - I still had to strip as soon as I entered the room; and the gp still did the same over extended, probably inappropriate, exam. The only difference was that he directed his questions to me rather than mum as if i wasn't there. The exam was just as embarrassing, and in some ways moreso as he asked me even more intrusive questions about my development and sexual experiences. He seemed unable to accept that at 15 I was not sexually active - I presume he thought (or hoped 😡) because i developed so early I was going to be highly promiscuous.

Most likely around 5th or 6th grade. I am the youngest of 5 and 4 boys. My Mom I think got tired of going with her kids to the exam room and she just figured the same Doc has been giving all of the kids physicals for years. She just filled out the paper work and chatted with the nurses and when I got called she just told me to go ahead and she would wait. If the doc needed any questions answered which I could not then she would come back to the room.

I was in seventh grade the first time I went alone. It was for a sports physical. It was at the end of summer right before school started. I had signed up to play football and received a note and a form in the mail from the school saying in order to play sports I need to have a physical done and the form signed by a physician.

My mom called the clinic in town and set everything up and then told me that I could ride my bike to the clinic on the day of the appointment that I didn't need her with to have this done.

I can remember it feeling kinda strange going in by myself and up to the receptionist to check in. The physical itself wasn't that bad it was an older gray haired doctor that had been around forever. I do remember feeling a little nervous when he told me he was going to have to check me for a hernia then telling me to drop my pants and underwear. I think this was the first time of having to have that done too. I was thankful when it was over and I could get out of there.

I'll re-post what I said here: https://en.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;msg=1411495

But the TL😁R version is that I was surprised that morning that I was having an exam at all that day, that it was with my younger brother, that it was with a new family practitioner, and once they called my name in the waiting room, that I would be alone with the doctor. Original post follows:

Mine always was on my birthday or the next business day if my birthday was on a weekend or holiday (US Labor Day). So going to see the pediatrician was never a surprise, all the way through my 16th birthday exam.

When I was just a week or two from turning seventeen, and school was starting in just a few days, my mom said one morning, "Don't forget we're going to the new doctor today." My fourteen-year-old brother said, "Okay," because we'd known for weeks that he needed his sports physical for his first year at the high school. I didn't respond, because I didn't play sports, and my usual visit to the pediatrician would be on my birthday. She turned to me and said, "you too." I said, "But aren't we going to [my pediatrician's name] on my birthday?" She said that my brother and I were grown up enough now that we didn't need the pediatrician anymore (I was a late bloomer, hence my having to go there through the age of sixteen), so she was taking us both to this new family practitioner.

In the car on the way there, she asked if we had undressed in front of each other since we had gotten our own separate bedrooms four years earlier. We hadn't. Since she had seen us both naked at our exams with the pediatrician each year during that time, she said that we'd be seeing that each other had changed a lot since then. My brother asked if Mom had to be in the exam room with us, and she said they had a policy of either a parent or a chaperone from staff, so she had told them she'd sit in. Again, my brother just said, "Okay," basically willing to go along with whatever was required for him to play sports.

I, on the other hand, was nervous. I was used to my mom being at all my exams, but this would be a new doctor, as well as my athletic younger brother who would tease me for being a nerdy indoors kid. Despite finally having "caught up" puberty-wise the prior year, I was not then (and am not now) either a grower nor a shower, and I thought the same might not be the case for him, leading to even more teasing. Add on to that the fact that during my sixteen year old exam, for the first time ever, I got an erection during the genital exam, and I was more nervous than I'd ever been before for a doctor visit.

When we got to the doctor's office, the lady at the desk gave my mom one clipboard for my brother and me another clipboard for myself. I never got the clipboard myself at my pediatrician, so that was new. After filling out the forms and waiting, a nurse came to the waiting room door and called my name. My mom, confused, walked up to the door with me and started talking with the nurse. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but finally my mom said, "fine," rather loudly, and then something else I couldn't hear, and sat back down next to my brother. The nurse took me back to the exam room, and surprised me by not telling me to get undressed. She had me take off my shoes to get on the scale there in the exam room (at the pediatrician, it was down the hall), and she proceeded to do the usual temperature, pulse, and blood pressure measurements the nurse at the pediatrician would do, as well as HEENT stuff I had been used to my pediatrician himself doing. She then left the room and told me the doctor would be in soon, and all I had left was the hearing test. She left the door open, so I could later see my brother walking by in just a hospital gown with the same nurse, and my mother behind them. The doctor soon came in, closing the door behind him, and his examination of me was super quick. He used the stethoscope over my shirt even, and I was only sitting on the exam table, never lying down. After probably barely a minute, he asked me to hop off the table lower my shorts and underwear, then did a very quick hernia exam, and that was it. He asked if there was anything else I needed before he took me back to the waiting room, and I said the nurse had said I would get a hearing test. He looked confused but said he'd send her back in. She came back in and said, "you wanted a hearing test?" And I said I thought she said that was the last part of the exam, and she laughed and said, no, she had said hernia test, and that's what the doctor came in for. But she had a little handheld tone generator and asked me if I could hear the high pitched tone in each ear, which I could, so she walked me back out to the waiting room. Small miracles -- if I'd heard her correctly and known the hernia check was coming, I may well have gotten an erection in anticipation, which thankfully didn't happen when he surprised me by asking me to drop my shorts.

During the car ride home, my obviously irritated mother shared that this doctor had a parent/chaperone policy only for kids under 16. She said she noticed I was still dressed when she walked by, and she asked if I had to get undressed for the doctor. I told her I didn't have to take off my clothes like at the pediatrician, but asked why my brother was in a gown. She said he had to put on the gown for the walk down the hall to the x-ray, and I asked if he was in just his undies for the rest, and she said yes, until the doctor came in. It seems that he got the pediatrician treatment at 14 at that family practitioner, while I got the adult treatment. But she pivoted back to me and said, "I told the nurse that you had a heart murmur and were a late bloomer, and for the doctor to check both. Did he not listen to your heart? Did he not look at your peepee?" I replied that the doctor used the stethoscope on me, but over my shirt, and he did make me drop my shorts and undies for a hernia test. She said, "So he did see your peepee? Did he say anything about your peepee?" Exasperated, I said, "Yes, he saw it, and didn't say anything was wrong, and stop saying 'peepee,' Mom! I'm almost 17!" She still seemed irritated, because I think she really wanted us to be examined together in front of her, but she dropped it, at least for that car ride home. My brother, still mortified from his experience, and probably jealous that I got the grown-up treatment, didn't say a word.

I recall my first exam alone was for a sports physical when I was a freshman in high school. It was at a local doctor’s office and not at my pediatricians office. I walked to the doctor’s office after school for the physical. When my name was called I was taken back to the exam room and told to undress to my underpants. After some time a female nurse practitioner came in and performed the exam. While lying down she pulled the front of my underwear down for the genital and hernia check. That was my first exam from a female practitioner. I don’t remember if I knew at the time who would be giving me the physical.

I had just turned 16 when I had my first solo exam

My brother was put in a separate room that year and my mom went with him leaving me alone.

My first exam alone was my first physical with a gown at 12 years old. My parents stayed for the medical history portion at the beginning but when it was time to undress for the exam they left the room and I was alone with the doctor for the exam.

I have some very hazy memories of the first exam where the genital portion was done alone. My pediatrician asked if I wanted my mom to step out for the next bit, I said no, why would I, and they both explained that I needed to take my pants off, after which I promptly agreed that she should leave.

A stronger memory is the first physical I went to alone. I remember the whole way back home from the clinic feeling a little shaken, thinking about how the last fingers that had touched my penis had not been my own, remembering the feeling of the doctors gloved hands on my balls, and being acutely aware of how my genitals felt until I got home and was distracted with other things.