My medfet started with the school doctor when I was 6 years old, in the first grade, in Belgium, who, as I look at it now, abused me. I got very excited during the examination without knowing why (automatic reaction of my body) (behind a screen just in the back of the classroom - we had to undress in our couch (in full view of all classmates) and so we were all sitting there in our underpants in the classroom where we otherwise read and wrote and calculated). I started sweating and got a big erect penis when the school doctor (a man) went to examine my penis and scrotum. I didn't know what that was - of course I had never had a hard-on so consciously when I was six years old. Sexuality didn't exist for us then (1953 !!), for me. Being naked was associated with washing and was seen as quite normal in our family. At that time (fifties with traces of 2nd World War - reconstruction still in progress) we had no bathroom nor shower. Washing was done publicly in the kitchen and it was very normal for me to see my mother naked to wash at the sink.
The doctor felt if my balls had descended and slid the foreskin up and down over my penis a few times. That was a intense, stimulating emotion, difficult because of the intensity and at the same time pleasant. Little did I know. My parents received a letter that they had to take me to the doctor to arrange a circumcision.
Nothing wrong with the GP at all. He was familiar and he had also brought me into the world and then saved my life: I had been completely blue for more than a minute and was not breathing. The doctor had already pronounced me dead when I gave my first scream. I didn't get a hard-on, didn't get aroused and also indicated that my penis never hurt. Conclusion for GP and my parents: no indication for circumcision and everyone happy.
Second class: again the yearly school doctor with his screen at the back of the class. Winter: the coal stove was first heated warmer by the concierge. I was already excited by the thought of the examination alone and seeing my classmates undress (all boys because in those days bucks and goats were strictly separated in Catholic education) and got a big bulge in my underpants again. Embarrassing to have to walk through the classroom to the screen like that. And having to take off my panties almost immediately. School doctor displeased that his advice had not been followed. Again a letter to my parents with urgent advice and again to the doctor. I didn't get it exactly, but the result was that the GP suggested circumcising anyway for the sake of peace. Was more hygienic was explained to me.
On December 28, the feast day of the Innocents, I was circumcised in the hospital by our own dear family doctor (who was also a surgeon at the time) and who spoke to me encouragingly when I was put under anesthesia. Dreamed of sliding further and further into nothingness on an endlessly long slide. While my father had gone to the hospital with me, I woke up on the couch at home, with my mother next to me, nasty, had to vomit for hours and was completely nauseous from the anesthesia. Was not allowed to eat and only drink water. And a whopper of a bandage around my penis. And a scar for life and a reduced experience of lust.
And with that, the foundation was laid for me to give all medical situations an exciting character without wanting it myself. That has had a lot of consequences that I can tell later, too many for one time.