Passing by childhood Pediatrician Office

Haha I think about this very subject a lot! I pass by my pediatrician's office several times each week because I live where I grew up. It gives me the feels every time. I think about how many times that driving up in that parking lot meant that something was going to happen to my ass ??

I admit that I have actually driven through the parking lot because it makes my heart race, just like it used to make me feel when I was a kid driving up for a doctor's appointment. It is a really wonderful and bizarre mixture of anticipation and dread.

I still live fairly near the clinic where I had several school medicals. It is now used as a community centre but still brings back a few memories when I walk past

I don't recall the pediatricians that I saw when I was little, but I recall the offices of the family "GP". I haven't been there for a very long time now, I wonder if this house still contains doctors' offices. I wonder whether that lady has retired (I would think so).

I anyway don't have much recollection for that office. The strongest event with her was when she surprised me by sticking her finger deep into my bottom, and it was on a home call.

Is kinda hard on the accounts I now live close to 3,000 miles where I'm from and besifes I think the pediatrician is retired and believe the clinic got demolished.

Some years ago it also happened to me to be by chance in the same street where there was my pediatrician office. Just out of curiosity I walk towards the building. I recognized the entrance and suddenly a deep fear feeling permeate my body like 25 years ago when I was waiting for the appointment... I saw the window of the examination room, it was closed but it brought my memories to me completely naked on the table, the gazes of the adults, the medical instruments and the antiseptic smell, the white coat of the doctor and the embarrassing procedures. A “bizzare combination of emotions” making that place a special one because there started the magic of medical fetish for me.

While I no longer live in the town where I grew up, my parents do, and my mom still uses my pediatrician's office as a landmark when describing where something is. She'll say: "The new restaurant is on the same street Dr. Wolff's (not my pediatrician's real name) office is on!" I don't get to see the place very often, but hearing about it certainly gives me a thrill, with all the memories of past exams pouring back.

Recently, I found the practice's webpage and looked around. There is a "Meet the Providers" page that shows a brief bio of each doctor, nurse, NP, and assistant at the office, and 3 of them (about my age) say that they were patients of the practice when they were kids! I shivered, imagining that they'd undergone such similar experiences to my own, and now they're back and on the other side of things.

Look at my profile, I posted one picture. It’s the pediatrician office that I went to. Kind of a cool building though.

Passing my childhood pediatrician's office is about as exciting as passing the food store I go to twice a week.

It does absolutely NOTHING for me one way or the other.

I didn't have a pediatrician, just a general doctor. The office is gone, replaced with appartments so nothing to see or think about anymore. Though I have very fond memories of my doctor. She was kind, patient, and did a goid job.

I do get a bit "sentimental" when going past my opthomologist office. The smell memory of the building floods me. Thankfully the visits weren't too tramatic so no bad memories. Maybe it was also because I was so young and don't remember much either.

I know exactly what you are talking about. My mother lives near where my pediatricians office still is. Every single time I drive by I look, and a ton of mixed emotions come rushing back. Fond and terrorizing moments. It's great!

I actually saw my old pediatrician in the hospital of my home town a few years ago when i was visiting my mom after she had her gallbladder removed. The instant that little old lady of about 227 years old walked past I knew who she was and still got the tingles!

I drive by my old pediatrician's office every day on my way to work. It brings back fun memories of walking through the door with my mom for my checkups.

After reading this thread, I looked up my pediatrician's office on Google maps and it's no longer a doctor's office. The building itself is still the same, but it's now occupied by a dental practice. But what's funny is that it looks like they kept the built-in ledges that were used for the exam tables. They removed the padded tabletops and now use the ledges to rest computers and other equipment. A clever conversion, but it's hard to not remember their original purpose. ("Oh yeah, I used to be stretched out wearing nothing but my underwear in that exact same spot!")

After reading this thread, I looked up my pediatrician's office on Google maps

Great idea! I just did the same thing and the office building is still there as doctors’ building. So exciting to think about being in that building in my white briefs and then the dreaded genital and hernia exam.

I pass by that building every single day and I would also look at it and remember that that was where the doctor's office was. Over the years, it started becoming more and more vacant, and only molly maids and a CPA's office were still there. They finally tore it down recently. Probably less than a year ago. It's now going to be a kidney dialysis center, which just seems kind of ironic to me.

I didn't have a pediatrician. I did have an ophthalmologist. I think of the smell of the building and the office. The visits that I remember, mostly good.

I live near the pediatrician where I used to go as a child but I have hardly ever passed through the door; I have not been to the school where I had a medical examination. But I remember when I saw my pediatrician's building it made me nervous, restless and with a feeling of fatigue. A similar thing happens to my son, and neither he nor anyone close to me knows these things, nobody knows what I write here.

I drive by my old pediatrician's office every day on my way to work. It brings back fun memories of walking through the door with my mom for my checkups.

Almost the same here. Not quite every day, but probably 3-4 times a week.

The medical building that my pediatrician and family doctor were in growing up is off a main road that I still pass regularly, usually every week at least. I can still pick out the windows to the rooms my exams were in. It really helps keep all those memories fresh.

A few years ago I was driving my son to his hockey game and took a short cut to the rink that brought us by My old pediatricians office. It was a two Family house that was gray. She and her nurse both lived in the upper level as I look back they may have been an Item. As you walked in the front door up three steps onto the porch and went in the stairs to the living quarters was on the left. A long hall brought you to the waiting room on the right and at the end of the hall was the doctors office. There was a long almost like a church pew that ran along the left side of the hall and could probably 16 or so parents and children. The doctors desk faced the hall and was just inside the door. To the right was a waiting room with a pretty large window lined office where her nurse sat and checked you in. If it was for a routine check up you waited there and to the left of the room was a door that led to an examining room where physicals were done I don't recall ever going in that room for anything else. Once inside the doctors office there was an examining table in the back right side of the office and a door that was always closed that led to the other exam room. Just past the table were two doors I assume one led to the basement and the other was to a small bathroom. People that were sick always sat on the large pew like bench. The Doctors office door I don't ever remember was closed even during sick calls of any kind. I bring that up because it was the scene of one of my most embarrassing exams I ever had. I had been sent home early from school with a stomach ache probably around 9:30 I think I was around 10 or 11? Mom called the doctor and the appointment was set for the afternoon around three pm. When we checked in there was only a few people in the waiting room . The doctor was on the phone as we were led in by the nurse, She took my vitals and listened to my mom explain what was wrong The last thing she did was have me roll over and she pulled my pants down and took my temperature. She charted all the vitals and the doctor hung up the phone and took over from there. She asked a bunch of questions and did a quick exam focusing on palpitating my belly pushing and prodding. She made some reference to the nurse and the next thing I knew she had me roll over on my stomach The nurse handed her this plastic bag like Glove with just a thumb and index finger. The doctor put some lube on and prodded my butt which seemed like an hour probably only ten seconds. She told me to pull my pants up and told my mom that she thought I was very constipated and told her a fleet mineral oil enema should do the trick. That is when I noticed that two girls I went to school with and one of their mothers had probably seen the whole exam and heard everything. I was mortified and just said hi as we walked to the hall. Mom stopped to talk to the mother and then we left. It gets worse but I am out of typing space.

Would anyone like to go back to their old pediatrician and have him give you a full physical, now that your body is all grown ?

My parents still live in the vilage where I grew up, so ocassionally I pass by the two buildings where I had my pedriatic & school exams. Initially the exams where in a special building (called GGD) in the center of the village since these provisions are a social health service provided by the government down here. However I can only remember a single exam here, because when I transitioned to highschool at the age of 13/14, all exams took place in a special prepared room in the school itself. In both cases I always look at the windows where the exams took place when I pass by.

At the time it did strike me that the window blinds were never closed and always halve open during my exams. Although the windows were never directly close to a busy area (and in one building even on the first floor) you could easily see outside, which gave it some additional thrill when standing completely naked in the room before the doctor. Every time I pass these buildings (which still exist and still have their original purpose) I think back of my own exams and wonder how many boys also have stood naked and embarrassed behind those windows.

My wife always went to the old country doctor Dr. Green who had the office at his house that still stands. when ever we passed by there in the car i would mention her childhood experiences at the doctors where she ALWAYS received a rectal exam while on her back with her mother there with her. even for a cold or anything at all he always had her on the exam table on her back in her panties then she would hear, "OK, now take your panties off."

she would think "oh no!" and he would do a rectal exam. i can't blame him really. My wife and grew up together and i ALWAYS wanted to 'show hineys' as a kids together in the barn. even then she had a really nice bottom and she has always had problems with constipation. i took care of that problem after we started living together years later and yes he sometime told her mom to give her an enema at home.

"Dr. Green said i have to give you this." her mom told her as she watched her mom fixing the bag in the bathroom.

Would anyone like to go back to their old pediatrician and have him give you a full physical, now that your body is all grown ?

My pediatrician saw him until I was 20. Sooo I feel like he's already seen me fully grown. I do remember him talking about my development over the year and how embarrassing it was when he would point it out. Especially my hair development.

In fact, my last exam with him was the only time he had me bend over the table as he examined my anus. All he did was pull my underwear down and spread my cheek and he touched the outside of it and around it but never went in. He also examined my cheek. He had never done that before so it was an experience to say the least.

I have a photo of a nondescript, state-owned, university-run medical building where I had a couple of the most memorable medical exams I ever had as a teenager. Every once in a while, I look it at and the memories excite me.

Not exactly passing by the old office, but when I went to the pediatrician, besides the fact that doors were never closed, I always noticed the window in the exam rooms. While there, I never noticed anyone looking in, but when I got to my teenage years I came around a few times and looked in from the outside. I always had a ball with me, so I would have an excuse in being there in case someone noticed. I would be chasing down a ball. You could see a lot going on by looking in. Again, you couldn't dwell there for a long time, because you always feared trouble if you got caught, but even for a few seconds at a time it was worth my while going there. I never told anyone else what I did.

Here's the clinic I attended for the teenage exams I've written about on here.

https://www.google.com/maps/@53.4531739,-2.3642855,3a,37.5y,216.69h,93.93t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1sV3vTmB2HSXMtwS1lTcofdw!2e0!7i13312!8i6656

It's still a health care centre but its use seems to have changed, but the appearance is still much as it was. Not sure what it's like inside these days!

I remember the location and layout like it was yesterday and that was many years ago. My doctor was a very gentle man who was very overweight and kind even when giving us an injection or taking our temperature. Sadly he died from a heart attack just prior to my entering puberty around age 12. We then had to search for another doctor which took time. No one measured up to my first pediatrician.

Passing by his office is rare, since it's in another state. Yet when I pass other doctor's locations even now when I ride my bike, I immediately envision who is being stripped naked and examined. The window blinds are always drawn but I surely know the position of the exam table in each room that over look the street. I think we all make a mental image of the exam hall, rest rooms and exam tables. If I concentrate long enough, my tummy feels tight as though I am awaiting my turn to follow the nurse!

Not quite on topic...

Two male cousins and I went to the same pediatrician. His practice was on the lower level of his row house near Brighton Beach. I always thought of him as “old” and lumped him in with my parents and relatives.

When, several years ago, I was at my cousin’s daughter’s wedding, he mentioned running into our old doctor, I was amazed. He moved his practice upstate and was still seeing patients. We reminisced about exams and shots and how petite he seemed to my cousin. He must have been well into his eighties but still going.