Most memorable rectal temps as a kid

@ruthiney

did you watch your roommates temp be taken?

I was about 10 and was going through the admission process which for pediatric patients in this particular hospital required a number of stations to be seen in, and everyone involved the taking of your rectal temperature.

A gaggle of young male and female patients with parents waiting and then being called.

No real privacy as the “room” had no door and most of the kids waiting, got to see the girls’ dresses pushed up and the mostly white panties yanked down. This indignation befell the boys too as their pants and underpants came down. Of course you got to see the thermometer after being shaken down, sent up the behinds of both boys and girls. Some loudly squawked and balked but they still as I did on my turn get a rectal temperature taken while mom and nurse chatted!

Finally on the 4th floor again, the ritual was repeated, but this time at least for me, I was getting it taken as a nurse instructed her students on the procedure which started by her forcefully pulling my pants and underwear down together damn near pulling me off the table! Seconds later after really giving the thermometer a good shaking down which she verbally instructed her charges on, held it up and read it. The nuances of the mercury column and the numbers and markings followed and then the deed! Instructing again verbally, the students listened as my butt cheeks were parted and the thermometer was slowly inserted in my rectum for about three minutes.

As I laid there, the thermometer well inserted in my bottom I heard my mother ask the nurse to briefly step out of the room. It was not long, they returned, the nurse removed and read the thermometer and showed her students how to read the column of mercury. Next she slowly pulled my underwear and pants back up and my Mother helped me off the table.

Finally I was brought to my room where once changed into pajamas, and now in my bed a young nurse entered the room. The nurse who saw us into the room began some paperwork. The new arrival learned my name and asked me to turn over. I complied, heard the sound I had in every station. The rapid wrist snap of shaking the the thermometer down. Seconds later I was again bare bottomed, my pajamas and underwear lowered and the feeling of my buttocks being spread and the thermometer going into my rectum. Every four hours.

This would be done numerous times in the few days I was hospitalized.

What I learned days later at home, was my Mother laid into the instructor nurse who as my Mother said, handled me roughly in her taking of my temperature almost pulling me off the table.

That same nurse was the one who also gave me the two buttocks injections ( muscle relaxants) in preparation for my minor surgery. They hurt like hell too!

The rectal thermometer got a real workout when I was 9 and quite ill and feverish ( 102F +) with gastroenteritis. Per Dr. It was done every 3 hours from 8AM to 8PM. the Dr. did it on the AM house call--my Dad did the other “readings”. I was really feverish so all I had on were briefs. Per Dr.: Me gently otk/ briefs lowered below my butt. No Vaseline - some kind of slippery hand lotion was smeared on the bulb end…I wasn't thrilled with it…it was mildly embarrassing as I “dreaded” anyone seeing my small “white” bare butt…

I was in Hospital and laying in bed with a nurse taking my temperature in my bottom and I looked across at the doorway to see a girl from my class at school staring in at my bare bottom with the thermometer sticking out. I realized she had seen the whole procedure including the insertion and was embarrassed but also excited.

I can’t recall if I was sick or just acting odd but I remember when I was 2-3 my parents picking me up from my grandparents and saying “oooh when we get home we’re gonna take your temperature!” and winked at me. I think this was the first time I heard the word temperature but i certainly got the idea and said “noo!” But alas it was no use- I don’t remember a lot of that afternoon but I distinctly remember laying on my back over both parents laps on the couch as a glass thermometer was held in place, they passed me back and forth pulling the thermometer out slightly and reinserting. It felt like an eternity and it caused me to have gas… this stuck with me for awhile.

The most impressive was when I saw it by a schoolfriend of mine

The most impressive was when I saw it by a schoolfriend of mine

@Lara88, I think we would all enjoy reading more details of the experience with your school friend!

@lara 88 How did you get to be allowed to look at your friend's measurements

When I was little my grandma babysat me when I was sick so my mom could continue working. my grandma would take my rectal temperature every 2 hours starting right when mom left she always took it over her lap I always liked it when she took it she was so gentle with me

@MarcNY oh my god your so lucky that every time you went to the doctors you knew right away that you will get a therkoneter in your butt….we’re you excited knowing you were going to the doctor?? Or were you afraid going to the doctor ??? What did your parents say when you were on your belly with underwear around your ankles?? What did it feel like when the thermometer penetrated your butthole?? lol

The one that most sticks in my memory is when I was 7. I'd had a sore throat and our GP stopped by after dinner. He had looked at my throat and ears. He was sitting on a chair in our small living room and my parents sat on the sofa across the room. I was in my tidy whities. He told me to turn around and bend over, which I did. Then in a flash I felt my undies pulled down, my cheeks spread and a cold glass slick thermometer slid into my fanny. I was surprised beyond belief but before I could react he told me to stand up. I stood there looking at my folks with the thermometer in my bottom as the doctor made small talk with them. After what seemed like an eternity he slid the thermometer out and told me to pull up my shorts. He proceeded to write a prescription so in spite of the embarrassment it could have been a penicillin shot…way worse!!

I only remember having my temp taken rectally once.I must of been sick and my mom took to the Dr not sure how old I would have been not very old maybe between 5 to 7 anyway the nurse couldn't get me to hold the thermometer under my tongue correctly and decided she was going to take it in my butt I remember this part still very well I was fussing and complaining and ended up being held by my mom over her lap then the nurse pulling my pants and underwear down and my mom telling me to stop squirming around then my cheeks spread cold Vaseline being put on my anus then the thermometer going in then the nurses hand over my butt holding the thermometer in I was to little to know what a erection was but it made me get really hard then it was done I think ended up getting a shot I don't really remember that but I can still remember the thermometer in my ass

Hospital ER age 4. Diaper position. Fought it butt to no avail 🍑🌡

My two most memorable rectal temperatures happened when I was four or five and within two hours of each other.

My mom (also my pediatrician) was out of town and I was left with a 12 year old babysitter and her mom. Of course I got sick.

My babysitter's mom was at work so my mom was called for advice.

Mom told Janet (not her real name) to take me across the street to our house and take my temperature. I loved her like a big sister so I gave her minimal fuss when she pulled my pants down and took my temperature, a rarity because just then because I was at the age were I thought I was too “big” to get my temperature in my butt.

What stands out now is that after Janet read the thermometer she did not pull my jeans back up. Instead she took them OFF and changed me into fresh underwear and elastic waist corduroys. I even remember the color. They were green. I am sure that mom had told her that if I had a fever to change me into those pants. They would be easier to pull down and up than futzing with zippers and buttons. It was providential for what was to come.

Knowing that my babysitter could not drive, mom told her to take me to a retired school nurse who lived a couple of doors down from the elementary school several blocks away. We walked the few blocks.

It was an old house with a side door down a long driveway. A very old woman answered the door. The door opened into a bedroom which was set up as an examination room similar to my mom's office rooms.

The nurse put me on the table, took my shirt, shoes and socks off and did the normal stuff. Ears, nose, throat and listen to chest. Then she went to a desk and wrote some things on a tablet. I was thinking: Okay. This is over.

Not by a longshot.

She came back to the table and instead of getting me dressed, she laid me back on the table and took my pants completely off. Now I was completely naked. I was starting to panic. “What are you going to do?” All she said was “Just relax” as she rolled me over on my stomach and went to the cabinets. I was sure I was getting a shot.

When she turned around she had the BIGGEST thermometer I had ever seen! It had a HUGE pear shaped bulb and was much larger than any my mom had ever taken my temperature with. I have since learned that it was likely from the teens or twenties. Thermometers were much bigger in those days.

I started yelling “Janet just took my temperature. Don't take it again!”

She came to the table, spead my buttocks and with me still complaining stuck this thing up my butt.

I waited until she turned her back and I pushed. The thermometer fell out with “clink”.

She came back, scooped me off the table, grabbed the thermometer and started shaking it like she wanted to kill it and me. She sat down in a chair, put me over her lap and stuck it back in. I pitched a fit. By now I was mad and crying at being handled so.

She had had enough. She took the thermometer out and stood me in front of her. “Little man, I have had enough of your foolishness. I am GOING to take your temperature whether you like it or not! Do you want a spanking AND your temperature or just your temperature? It is up to you." She waited.

“Just my temperature” I finally said.

When we left her house I was never so happy to get out of anywhere as I was that day. It was over. Or so I thought.

Janet had to take me back two days later for a followup.

The nurse told Janet “Wait in the front room in case we have a repeat of day before yesterday.”

After she closed the door she looked me in the eye. “Spanking and temperature or just temperature?”

I let her take my temperature without a fight that time.

Edit: I always was on the lookout for mom to put those green corduroy pants on me after that. In my mind thereafter, those pants=rectal temperature.

When they disappeared from my wardrobe, I was relieved.

50 something years later I wish I still had them!

I think that I wore diapers longer than I should have as to age but I do remember my grandmother coming to our home to visit . Sometime in the early afternoon my mother took my temperature rectally . My grandmother removed my rubber outer diaper and the side attached diaper pins from the cloth diaper while mom ‘ shook down the thermometer ’ and then lubricated the glass tube . While I lay on my back , grandmother grasp my ankles in her hand and gently lifted my legs back to my tummy while mother gently inserted the thermometer into my rectum . They just chatted away while my rectal temperature registered and then reversed the ‘ re-diaper ’ process . I think was about two to three years old . My grandmother also assisted mom to give me an enema but that was when I was a bit older and yes …….. I remember that activity as well .

I was 10 years old with as bad case of flu. The oral thermometer was broken, and my mom insisted on taking it the back door. I was not too pleased, but I was held down by her and my grandmother and in it went. I made a real fuss. It was quite a memorable event!

They were all memorable specially once I hit puberty. Laying naked over my aunties lap while I had an erection.

I was 13 years old and staying with an aunt . That week during my stay was extremely hot . In order to do other things my gave me chores to do. One of which was cutting the lawn . Despite the heat I was outside during the hottest part of the day . My aunt had told me to stop and come inside now . I did as I was told . She took me to her bedroom and told me strip . My aunt has seen my bare bottom before. So I complied and did as she asked . First my shoes and socks . Followed by my shirt. The removing my pants. Lastly peeling off my briefs . She took them to the laundry room and put them in the dryer. I was given a small towel to wipe my face of sweat . My aunt on her way back stopped off in the bathroom. In her hand she had a rectal thermometer and Vaseline . She said she needed to check my core temperature. My aunt took a seat on a couch and signalled me over . As I was walking to her felt myself getting hard . She had draped a large towel over her lap . Over I went my aunt's lap . After shaking it down and opening the Vaseline. Finally she dipped it in then using one hand spread my cheeks and inserted it . Three or four minutes later removed it and said my temperature was alleviated . With a tissue she wiped away any excess lubricant. I got up from over her knee still hard. My aunt prepared me a bath now and left the room . Afterwards my dry clothes were waiting for me. I got dressed and put the mower away.

I’ve had so many very memorable rectal temps but if I had to pick one it would be the time when I first realized that having my temperature taken rectally felt sexual for me, around the age of 6 or 7. I was laying on my mom’s bed with a thermometer in my butt and my underwear were down at my knees. My mom was in the kitchen and I suddenly felt the most intense anal-erotic feeling come over me. It was at that precise moment when I developed my anal fixation and also my rectal temperature fetish. It actually kind of scared me and I yelled out for my mom to come. I remember yelling “mom, is the thermometer done yet?!” and she yelled back “just a few more minutes buddy”. I reached back with my hand and felt the thermometer sticking out and that gave me an erection. When my mom returned a few minutes later to take the thermometer out I told her that my pee pee was hard so she had me turn over to have a look. She explained that it was normal for this to happen to boys and reassured me that nothing was wrong, but I do remember her being somewhat surprised by it. She pulled my underwear up and put my pajama pants back on then took the thermometer and Vaseline back to the bathroom across the hall. Still feeling extremely aroused at that point I pulled my pajama pants and underwear down and stuck a finger up my butt. I remember how easily my finger went in because of the Vaseline from the thermometer. Prior to that morning I had no clue why my mom always dipped the thermometer in Vaseline but after inserting my finger I immediately understood.

I clearly remember how strange and new this all felt to me but it was unsettling to suddenly have such intense desires that I didn’t know how to process. Over the next few days I began locking myself in the bathroom and inserting the Vaseline dipped thermometer into my butt while I laid on the floor. Over time I became fascinated with that thermometer and found it kind of beautiful. It had a big, shiny pear shaped bulb, blue and red lines and numbers and a bright red end. On the side it said RECTAL and I knew by then what that word meant. Although my mom had taken my temperature with it many times I never had an opportunity to examine it close up. The thermometer was contained in a pastel pink case with a light blue cap and those colors always made me think of it as a baby thermometer.

After a few months of having this intense rectal temperature fetish something weird happened. Although I was now taking such great pleasure in secretly playing with the thermometer by myself, I suddenly began to hate having my temperature taken by my mom and the nurses at the doctor’s office. But it was really more of a love/hate feeling which confused and frustrated me at the time. When the nurses took my temperature at the doctor’s office I felt both humiliated and aroused at once. Something had just changed at that point and I think it was because rectal temps turned sexual for me, and I was just too young to be having sexual feelings that involved female nurses.

I’ve always found it hard to understand how rectal temperatures didn’t have this profound effect on all kids, especially boys who had their temperatures taken by female nurses. I think that most kids disliked rectal temps but experienced nothing at all sexual during them. It just seems so unlikely for anyone to have such an invasive procedure performed many times spanning years without having at least a minor impact. I suppose that most people just don’t feel anything erotic about their buttholes. But I wonder if might have been one of those people had my temperature not been taken rectally all those years.

The pediatrician I went to was a small old time practice. it was just the doctor, a nurse and his wife who doubled as receptionist/second nurse. I got my temp taken rectally there until I was 12-13. The most memorable one, I was about 10. The nurse took me back to the room with my mom. I was instructed to lay on my tummy and pull my pants down. she took the thermometer put the cover on it then dipped it in that large jar of Vaseline, then slid it in to wait the 3 mins. After about a min she was called to another room. She did not return for almost 15 mins. So there I was on my stomach, thermometer in my rectum and my mom sitting there for 15 mins.

@Anton x. I wondered the same thing. If I hadn't had Rt's so often if I would have ever related to this as erotic. I was also always puzzled and disturbed by Rt making me erect at the same time being the most humiliating and de basing , emasculating experience.

I don't remember ever taking the rectal temperature as a child, but I remember that when I was 15 years old I was so sick and had such a high fever that mom after measuring it in my mouth, made me turn around and measured the temperature in my butt

I only have two memories of my rectal temperature being taken.

The first was at the pediatrician’s office and I remember they had two digital thermometers. One had a red probe and cord and the other had a blue probe and cord. I knew the blue thermometer was for “big boys” but I don’t really think I really knew what that meant. I’d guess I was around four or five years old.

Anyways, I remember asking the nurse if I could have the “big boy thermometer” and she said “not this time.” So I went on my tummy and my underwear was pulled down. She asked if I wanted to “watch the numbers” which I did so I got to watch my temperature register on the display while the nurse held the probe in my butt.

The second time was at home and I remember my mom calling me up to her bedroom. I thought I was in trouble but she had me lay over her lap while she sat on the edge of her bed and took my rectal temperature. I think I was nine years old and my parents were taking armpit temperatures at that age but I must have had a bad enough temperature that my mom wanted to check it rectally.

I am now in my mid 40's now and will confidently say that only one time was it memorable having my temperature taken rectally over 30 years ago.

I only share this experience now due to the anonymity of the Internet.

Okay, so where to begin... being born in the late 70's it would not surprise anyone here that for very young children who would not hold a thermometer in their month, temperatures were taken in their butt. That is simply how it was done... oral or rectal there really was not any other way to do it until probably about the mid 90's for ear thermometers as far as I know. That said, I have barely any memory at all having my temperature taken at 2 or 3 years old, and my parents stopped that method pretty early, but I am not here to write about an early childhood experience because none of those experiences are memorable.

You see my temperature was never taken rectally again except once... when I was 15.

I know what you are thinking... "when you were 15, really?"

Well, there is a backstory. I grew up in Washington state where it was quite cold in the winter at times. It was 1992, and I was 15, and this event occurred before I got a driving permit. Back in the early 90's friends and I used to enjoy riding our BMX style bicycles and we enjoyed all outdoor activities; it is what we did for fun. We could come and go from the houses when we wanted with very little parental oversight compared to today's standards. Anyway, it was a particularly cold day and for some reason we rode our bicycles in T-shirts (yeah we had jackets), but we never put them on this day for whatever reason I am not sure. Long story short, we rode through creeks some from giant hills, it started raining, but we were having way too much fun to care. I remember being entirely wet by rain and feeling cold to the bone then very cold to the point it hurt to be cold and beyond shivering. You would think any intelligent children would go dry off and change, get a jacket, but not us that day. I was probably also too afraid my parents would make me quit riding my bicycle with friends if I went inside to change. Anyway, to get to the point we sort of felt numb and saw that as an improvement because we were still having fun and it didn't hurt to be cold anymore.

Then we went inside to our separate homes, and I remember my mother freaking out. I remember I am having a hot shower and shivering and freezing in the hot shower. She took my temperature orally and it was a bit low and some calls were made. At some point, I am told that we are going to the hospital so they can check me out. I am of course entirely alert and feel fine but shivering like crazy and uncontrollably now probably looking like I am having mini seizures in the car, but I am just shaking to the core.

When I get to the ER, I am admitted immediately and brought back. At some point I am separated from my parents and questioned... I tell the hospital staff I was riding my bicycle with friends, and that I have a jacket that it is with me... but I did not wear it, but my parents even had me bring it to the ER (parents probably embarrassed). I remember then being asked to change into a hospital gown and then this young nurse installed an IV which freaked me out, but she never actually hooked it up to a bag. She just told me everyone gets one. She takes my temperature orally and walks out. Shortly later she returns within a few minutes that she said next caused my heart to sink to the pit of my stomach and skip more than a few beats and start pounding like crazy in my chest. She said she needs me to remove my pants but keep my underwear on and get on all 4's on an exam table in the room because the she needs to take my temperature in my butt. Keep in mind, I am 15 and she is in near early to maybe mid 20's and gorgeous, and I am petrified having never been seen naked by someone else let alone a young beautiful woman who is going to take my temperature rectally. It was almost too much for me to process, so I just went into auto pilot and did what was asked. She tells me when people are hypothermic that it common even in adults for the doctor to order the nurse to take their temperatures rectally because it is the only accurate way to get a true core temperature.

I say nothing still just on autopilot doing what I am told, my heart pounding almost out of my chest... my knees quaking as I get up on the table. She then has me drop my underwear to my knees while on all 4's and I remember looking back as she put some lubricant jelly of some sort on the thermometer that looked long , but she assured me it will not hurt but that it is normal to feel very strange when she puts it in my butt that it is perfectly normal. She was just very matter of fact about everything she said. Anyway she just barely inserted the tip and that was really it but a couple of seconds later it sort of fell over and fell out on the tissue paper on the exam table. Saying nothing she just picked it up and put the tip back in how it was and the same thing happened again. After falling out twice, she said for me to just relax and be calm and try not push it out to which I said I wouldn't. She put it back in and I felt it slide in a bit further maybe even a couple inches. I sighed and maybe gasped. This is the third time this anal probe has been in my butt (albeit not for very many seconds), and now I say, "I need to poo." She removed it immediately and said to go ahead. I went to toilet but did not actually have to go poo. When I returned, she said, "you already went?" I responded, "I thought I had to go but I didn't." Then she told me that the thermometer may make it feel like I need to go poo when I don't, but let's just get this over with and to remember not push it out because each time it comes out she has to start over and it needs to be timed that this will take several minutes (she showed me her stopwatch). Okay, so she slide it back in my butt for what is now the fourth time and I felt it go in somewhat deep like last time this time maybe a bit further up than last time I said I needed to poo. She certainly always inserted it gentle and slow. I absolutely sighed and started breathing somewhat heavy. It just happened automatically.

Now keep in mind at this point in my life over 30 years ago I am 15 and that a couple of years before this in the privacy of the bathroom at home I learned about masturbation when I had my first orgasm and since then pretty much began that habit, so I was aware of my penis, and not only that, at that age sometimes it was more than a once daily event. This is simply how my penis behaved back then. I could so easily get an erection back in those days for any or no reason at all... it was crazy! Not only that being young and in excellent cardiovascular health, I remember these erections being so hard I could support the weight of a wet bath towel! I know you can sort of figure out where this story is going next.

Yes, it was embarrassing but I am on an exam table with a thermometer up my butt pretty deep, and I am clearly squirming a bit and breathing a bit heavy with a young 20's nurse watching... then my penis suddenly with mind of its own went from a little peanut (severe shrinkage from being cold) to a raging, fully-erect hard-on. It just happened and was even more embarrassing! At that age I was full height 6' 3" (1.9 M) tall, and while I was never a freak of science, my penis was already proportional to my height. Yes, I had a man's penis NOT a boy's penis is what I am saying. Even as an adult it never got beyond 7.5" (19 cm) length and never more than 6" (15.3 cm) circumference (girth). Back then at 15, it was already about 90% of it's fully-grown adult size. Given that the real average adult male penis in the USA is only about 5.25"(13.3 cm) in length and 4.6" (11.7 cm) girth, even back then I was legitimately more than an 1" (2.5 cm) bigger in both length and girth than an average adult penis, and she definitely saw that it was a "grower." Not only that at the time, I was physically fit and skinny, which I am sure only made it look bigger, oh and I did not have a lot of pubic hair, so looking back, I am certain she was looking at what in her mind had to have been an absolute monster erection for anyone let alone a 15 year old. The nurse did NOT say anything and was totally professional, but I do remember looking back up at her and seeing this HUGE ear-to-ear smile/grin, and I could tell that she most definitely was looking at it. I know it is human nature. I will say she was a true professional and did not touch the thermometer anytime after she inserted it, and she never touched my penis.

At any rate as I am still looking back at her, I feel the thermometer completely slide out. She re-inserts for what is now the fifth time and what felt so very deep, and she tells me she is restarting the timer. I hear some beeps. "I am NOT trying to push it out," I tell her, and I hear her say to "just keep relaxing and stop pushing it" and to "think of something else," but I cannot think of anything else! I then say, "It feels really deep." She says, "It's right where it needs to stay." Right then I feel it start moving again and say, "it's moving" but this time as she grabbed it and stopped it from coming out. Instead of just holding it in though she just s-l-o-w-l-y starts pushing it back down to depth and it felt like it was going in so far! As she was sliding it in though, I start to have this very strange and new pulsing or throbbing sensation start building in my butt which is now involuntarily gripping the thermometer tight and clenching down on it like my insides are chewing on something. She pauses mid insertion and says, "you're okay but this will go easier for you if you just relax?" and just as she said that she resumed pushing it in the rest of the as I was still clenching down hard on it. At this point I felt what I can only describe as some pleasurable pulsing and involuntary throbbing going on with my insides especially while she was pushing on it. I am not sure why she isn't just holding the thermometer, and I sort of look back at her and see she is clearly just looking at the timer. I feel like the thermometer is now finally staying put on its own but that my butthole is sort of clenching and releasing clenching and releasing and this sensation is now is just sort of going on continuously on its own. While that was happening she says, "stop clenching " and follows with "you just need to relax because when you clench it slowly starts moving and we are almost done." I hear her sigh and feel her slide it back down just a little bit while these gentle rhythmic clenching cycles are going on and take her hands back off all while still looking at a timer. At this point, a couple of droplets of pre-cum came out of my penis and dripped out on the tissue paper on the exam paper. She did not say anything or giggle or anything, but I heard her sort of exhale sharply. She saw it.

The timer goes beeps and she takes the thermometer out and hands me a tissue telling me to wipe my penis. I did NOT have any orgasm, and she tells me to pull up my underwear and put my pants back on then to get in the room bed and wait until she talks to the doctor. She comes back a bit later and asks me if I want anything to eat to which I say "a popsicle," and she says, "nothing cold because I am going to have to take your temperature orally and if it is not higher than it was in your butt, we will need to take it in your butt again." I say nothing, but secretly I almost want it again because as embarrassed as it was I was very much aroused and this was by far the most erotic experience I ever had. Anyway, I get a snack from some other nurse. Then the butt nurse comes back in with the biggest, brightest smile, and says, "how is my big guy doing?" Then she says, "I need to take your temperature, so open your mouth."

At some point, I am discharged and sent home the same day. I never said anything about it to my mom or anybody ever and it has been over 30 years. I get home and my Mom feeds me. I then say, I need to take a shower to which she said, "didn't you already shower?" Me: Yes, I forgot. Of course Mom was like, "you have had a long day. I bet you are tired." Me: yes.

I remember hopping in nice, warm bed in a warm room, with a fully belly, and with that new memory. Of course, that evening I had an absolutely raging erection as I thought about what had happened, and I blew my load in probably 20 seconds.

I have never had my temperature taken rectally since, but boy will I never forget that day in 1992.

It was in the early 80s and I was 12 or 13 year old, when I made bike tour with my mother onad sister. I was on Easter Monday and the first warm day of that spring. I felt a litttly stunned which was not uncommon for me when the outside temperature changes suddenly. I went to bed at he usual time and woke up aroud midnight because I had to got to the toilet. When I got out of bed I felt a little dizzy which was also not uncommen for me getting out of very shortly after waking up. When I came back from the rest room I met my mothe also going to the toilet asking the question "Should we take your temperature?" without touching me in any way. I told her that that schoul be hardly necessicary and went back to bed. After I heard the toilet flush, I got up again to meet my mother just outside of the bathroom and told her "please take the temperature" hoping that the result would confirm my assessment and leaving agood sleep without any unquietness. She told me that she would fetch teh thermomter and that I should go to my bed an prepare myself. She went to the parent's bedroom wher the themomter wa usually stores inside of a sideboard drawer. I pull my pijama trousers dwon and layed down on my bed on the belly. After about 5 minutes my mother came in and slid the thermomter in my rectum. After about 55 minutes of measurement she pulled the therrmometer out of me and told me that I had a high fever of over 40 celsius. A supoository followed, my faher was wokeen up an mved to couch in the living while I took his bed, so that my mother could monitor my temperature better during the rest of the night.

I am still amzed how my mother had the right instict that I was ill without touching my front or similar actions.

I have no recollection as a young child but I will always remember the first time in my mid-teens in a hospital bed. The experience of having a strange adult woman spread my cheeks and insert a thermometer with a big glob of Vaseline was an unexpected but incredible exhilaration that exists to this day.