Did your friends know

I went to great lengths to ensure my friends did not know I got my temp taken in my bottom, including rehearsing in my mind a fake scenario for my last rectal temp at the doctor that took place at 12 years old. I’ve told the story on other threads here, but it was very humiliating for me. At the time that it happened, I was interested in (infatuated with) a girl and scared to death she would find out and laugh me to scorn. So I rehearsed a doctor visit where I got my temp taken in my mouth and got my shot in the arm (vs. the reality of getting my temp taken in the butt, being walked in on, wiped by mom and getting a painful penicillin shot in the butt.). I did this because I didn’t want it to slip out while we were talking. This actually successfully repressed that memory for a few years until forums like this came along and made me think back.

Other than that, it was a topic kids generally avoided. I can remember saying I hated going to the doctor and being asked why, and my face burning hot and not having an answer. Remember kids were brutal in teasing each other. But I did play doctor a couple of times and of course, we took rectal temps on each other. That was the whole fun of it and the first time I saw a girl my age naked.

I was always very discreet about my rectal temp. preferences, which actually occurred as an adult. I have delicately approached the subject with women, in a joking way, and have discovered that rectal temps. are or were more widespread among the population, then I had thought. It's interesting what you can uncover, if you do it the right way. I've also found that discussing rectal temps. can elicit some raised eyebrows.

Yes. My cousin and best friend. They saw me get rectals on two seperate ER visits when i was 23 and at 24. I got really sick after a party and could not stop throwing up. Temp was normal but did get a nausea injection in my butt. Then i cut myself with a knife while cooking that had blood all over it. It was small, butterfly band aid and no tetanus shot. I refused it. They thought i would get sick with e coli but its impossible. You have to ingest it to get sick. They temped me rectally 3 times in a 2 hour period. It was normal and then told me to monitor it rectally for the next couple of days at home so they knew it all by that visit. So whenever im sick they know i take it rectally. You have to justify that its normal. I just say im not gonna waste my time trying to find an alternative method that will equal the accuracy of a rectal temp cause society thinks its weird. I dont have time for drama and if its high enough theyre gonna stick it in there anyway!

Can't think of how it would have come up, honestly. So they obviously didn't know.

Not sure who all might have known about rectal temps in our home when we were growing up. With two brothers, we all knew about each other getting rectal temps when we were younger but it was not a big deal until our older brother started getting his temp checked orally and I was just two years younger and still getting rectal temps done. I remember all three of us having the flu or chickenpox and we were young enough to have our temp checked rectally. The last time that happened I was probably 8 or 9, my younger brother was 6 or 7 and our older brother was 10 or 11. We shared a bedroom at that age and our parents must have had three glass rectal thermometers because I remember all three of us having our temps taken at the same time. Which meant all three of us lying on our stomachs in bed with our underpants pulled down and a rectal thermometer inserted. At that age, our Mom wouldn't have left the room so she must have been standing there waiting enough time for the thermometers. That was an unusual situation and I'm kind of wondering now whether our Mom really owned three rectal thermometers because there were three of us or if she borrowed two thermometers from the neighbors. No recollection of other kids coming into the house to visit if we were sick. But I was sick when I was around 10 and was alone in my room when I could hear one of my brothers playing with friends in the house or yard. Mom was checking my temperature rectally and I worried that my brother and his friends might come into the bedroom and see me getting my temp checked. It didn't happen but it was one of those situations where I was old enough to care and worried enough to be concerned. Rectal temps were so common in those days that almost every kid had that experience but I still wouldn't want to be seen by another kid that way.

I discovered a friend went to my pediatrician when he was sick and made a comment about sitting with the thermometer in and waiting for the temperature to register. I made the comment that i had always laid down for that. He looked at me and said still? You still get your temperature checked in your bottom. Seriously. I was so glad he didn’t tell anyone else as I was embarrassed that it was clear he did not get it checked that way.

Yes, I would say our friends knew. We really didn't talk much about rectal temps, but I grew up in the late 50/60s and it was quite common place to see out a friends house a jar of vaseline and rectal thermometer --- and you knew it was rectal thermometer because of the red end, the pear bulb or the case.

I had the chicken pox in the second grade and was home from school for over a week. After I was non-contagious but still needed to stay home from school, some of the kids came by to visit me after school. I was in bed when they arrived and the vaseline and thermometer was out in plain sight on the night table next to my bed. After about 15 minutes, my mom came into the room and announced to everyone there, they had to had on home because she needed to check my temperature. I do remember some smiles on the kids faces but we all said goodbye and when they had left, my mom closed the door, sat on the bed, had me get up, she my pjs down and pulled me across the knees for temp check.

Much of this from the 50's/60's sounds so familiar…I always enjoyed it

No, no, no. I was so afraid my friends would know I was continually given my temperature rectally. I was very private and did all I could to never broach the subject.

Like Subdued One, I was always too embarrassed to discuss rectal temps with my friends, even though I privately craved (and still do!) having it taken that way, either at home or at the doctor’s office.

I know for fact that when I was in the college dorm there were at least 4 guys that had rectal thermometers in their rooms. They didn't buy them on their own, but they were packed in for them by their Moms, so there was a good amount of rectal temperature taking, even in college, and of course there might have been a lot more that I wasn't aware of.

I was very surprised that I was not the only one who did rectal temps in college as I posted before my roommate and I both were used to the rectal thermometer and took each other's RT's many times over the 4 years in college, as well as giving each other enemas when needed. Once we knew each other used the rectal method it was not a real leap to some none sexual RT play.

Back in the later 1950's--mid 60's rectal temperature taking for a ill--sick child was not on the hyper--sexualized "taboo" list. Like the family enema bag most every home had one--or even two. Electronic/digital thermometers came on the scene later (and are available now). They can be used for rectal temp taking.

I've discussed rectal temps. with European women, and they just confirmed that it's the most accurate way. No shame or embarrassment. The same conversation with American women, has made them either giggle, or cringe. Either way, they would ask me why I brought it up. These were women that I felt comfortable with, and knew pretty well. I never approached them if I didn't know them personally.

When I was 10, a friend and I built a fort in his yard. We felt brave enough to do whatever we wanted to do when we were in the fort, and one day we played doctor. I had my pants and underwear down to my knees, and he decided to take my temperature with a pencil. He stuck the eraser end in my butt, and I thought that was fine. I knew about rectal temps, but actually I could remember having an RT only once when I was in the hospital at age 7 to have my tonsils taken out. Nevertheless, when it was my turn to be the doctor, I made him roll over and get the pencil up his butt. We continued to be friends through junior high, but taking temps didn't seem to be very important. During sleepovers, we focused on mutual masturbation.

Yes. Everyone knew, because everyone got it the same way.

This was never discussed among my friends. I am glad it wasn’t.

I distinctly remember getting a RT in hospital around the age of 12 when was admitted for internal bleeding from a kidney blow during p.e. wrestling from my opponent's knee. I had just been put in my room once leaving the e.r. where a oral reading had been done.

Within minutes the room doors were pushed in and a mid-aged nurse in whites inc. hat came to the end of my bed and retrieved my chart on clipboard eyeing it's info and directives and after a minor intro as my care nurse for this shift went to my bedside table and gathered the open back gown which i upon first sight envisioned it as a girls dress of sorts.

"Ok time to get you out of your clothes except the underpants and socks and into this." My father was enroute to home to get my pj's and return to the hospital and I stated this to her to no avail because with assistance I quickly was adorned in their garment like it or not.

I sensed this lady wasn't one for foolishness or wasted time and prior to my father leaving he had told me to behave and do as told.

After being told to lie back We down she went to a small mirrored sink that had a upper shelf with a couple glass containers upon it with each housing a object protruding up. After getting one she returned to my bedside and said " time for your temperature taking young man". Now recognizing the implement i told her it had been done in the e.r. and i quickly knew that was a mistake on my part. After her telling me she was aware of such but it was time for my first as patient she instructed me to roll over on my tummy her simultaneously going back into the bedside table and coming out in hand with a jar of the metal lidded Vaseline as was produced this the early 60's.

Once opened a glob was put on the thermometer end and i now knew it wasn't intended for my mouth as in the e.r. oral had been. After a bit of protest on my part i realized it would be of no use and after submittal to my care giver proceeded to lie flat on my stomach instantly having a underpant waistband pulldown me now in a embarrassed state and the briskness of the air on my bottom further engraving into me that feeling of surrender of self control.

Once she started to spread me open i must have clenched my cheeks in defiance and was told to either comply or help would be gotten for the chore and i resigned myself over to her not wanting such.

Greasy gloved finger flicking began and soon the penetrating insertion into me occurred as i buried my face into my bed pillow . I also recount what must have been movement on my part that elicited a" hold still young man" gruffly in nature from my now superior handler. The "young man" seemed to also add to my endurment as it had been spoken numerous times during my predicament as it was humiliating in nature to me at that time. "You may as well get used to this during your stay as i and others will be doing it with you regularly.

Now completed i felt violated not knowing the worse was yet to happen. During a afternoon family visit of father and uncle and aunt along with my older sister and grandmother our visit was short-lived as my nurse arrived into room proclaiming it to be temp time and told all that were present not to vacate as it would be a very brief disturbance.

The privacy curtain was drawn around my quarters and a verbal explanation of each procedure as it was performed was cast outward for all to hear , me totally now humiliated especially when "let's get the underpants down" rang in my ears and undoubtedly my guest present.

I could hear a bit of giggling and hushed laughter occurring in room as i endured what felt somewhat a punishment to which i was innocent. Once finished and drape was back in place i was too embarrassed to even look towards my visitors some having that knowing look and minute grin. My grandmother responded" guess she has showed you who is the boss" and a loud roar arouse from them all as i became totally blushed and suddenly realized that she too also was a hospital nurse in my city's other facility.

Several days of this commenced and i also on discharge day had to receive a enema due to very little bowel movement during stay and it wasn't of the fleet variety either but the soapsuds bulging bag that produced the cramping until evacuation of the hot sudsey matter. I have many times remembered this experience and often that the nurse exibited domme like practice although everything was prescribed for me . Definitely attributed to my medfet leanings this being a true , factual experience from my youth just at pre-teen age and there were even with the trauma involved remembered arousal inc. erection . Fretter

For me my friends didn't know and wasn't discuss how are temps were taken.

Only friends who know were play partners. These days it is just my wife and I. Other than my bride I've taken temps on 23. 21 liked it.

They still don’t know.

No, they didn't know even though I think I knew of one other person who got it that way.

For some historical perspective - I grew up in the 60's and turned 10 in ‘69. This was when rectal temperatures were still the absolute gold standard of child care. I am sure that all my friends had some experience at being at the receiving end of the ole rt either at home (most often the mother was the caretaker and therefore the temp taker) and/or the doctor’s office. Yet… I do not remember the subject being specifically talked about amongst us kiddies. Ahhh, but there were three notable exceptions. I played doctor for many of those years with three girls who lived on my block. Two were sisters who lived next door and the other young lady lived just down the street. We were all within 2 years of each other from oldest (one of the sisters) to youngest (the down the block girl). They were wonderfully willing patients to yours truly. We talked specifically about what our mothers and doctors did and that became part of our game's scenarios. Rectal temperatures were a big part of each time we played and I took their temperatures multiple times in each game. The best of our playing was when we graduated to using our families' actual thermometers and Vaseline for the game. That was when we talked about our real experiences the most

I and my friends never really discussed this. We were all probably too embarrassed. However, my RT fetish was the strongest between 13-26 years old. I preferred talking about this with strangers, guys around my age, maybe a little older or younger when I was of driving age. I would pick up hitchhikers mostly guys, but girls as well, and somehow steer the conversation that way. It would go something like, I just got over being sick, and describe how my dad took me to the doctor and give a full accounting of what happened there. Of course I would then ask the person how the nurse in their doctor’s office took their temperature. Most had it done rectally as well, while others said they were switched over a couple of years before. It made for great conversation and certainly made the time pass quickly. I wish I could relive those days.

Yes, my very closest friends know, but I didn't tell them, the news was broadcast after a ‘break up’ with a woman that I trusted and as a final purposeful calculated deed she informed all of my close friends to belittle me. They didn't ‘outcast’ me but when I see them, I wonder if it goes through their minds has the dirty bastard had an enema today. regards, irrigator333

My mother was a pediatrician who stuck with rectal temperatures until the end of second grade and sometimes later depending on the kid.

I was always secretly told by friends “Your mom's nurse took my temperature in my butt.” Then they would ask "Do you still have to get it in your butt too?

They always wondered if they were treated differently than I. Of course I got it in my butt. Probably way more than they did!

Those discussions led to us finding out that there were many of us who LIKED the feeling of getting a rectal temperature and learning those who didn't.

We had played doctor like all little kids do but in those days it was about wanting to see other kid's bodies. Even then we “took each others' temperatures.” using things like pencils or tinker toys because we were mimicking our experience at the doctor's office.

After we turned seven and were getting oral temperatures we began to miss rectals. The discussions resumed.

By the time we were eight we upped our game. We formed a club of sorts and got together after school to play doctor. There were about eight of us at first but other friends wanted in on the fun when they found out. So did a few little brothers and sisters.

They asked me if I could get a real rectal thermometer from mom's office. I got a whole box, AND a box of Vaseline packets and the real fun began.

From the time I was eight to the time I was twelve there was some kid in a treehouse, fort or other secret place in our neighborhood who either had a thermometer in their butt or were waiting their turn.

There was more temperature taking going on among the kids in my neighborhood than in most hospitals.

So yes. We all knew.

Nobody knew

Never talked about it. As a boy, the procedure at the pediatrician was to lie flat, face down on the exam table and the nurse (sometimes doc) would spread your buttocks and insert the thermometer. On a few occasions, I remember that being done with me on all fours, head down and buttocks in the air. This was up til about age 9 or 10 and then I was old enough for an oral thermometer. I just assumed other kids went through the same thing.

I don't recall ever having my temperature checked rectally. During a nearly year-long period of illness at age 7-8 (late 1950's) my temperature reading was taken at either the groin or armpit. I do not recall any friends or acquaintances ever talking about the issue, either.

I seem to have missed out on so many childhood experiences so many others went through vis a vis butt, genitals, accidents, etc. How did I end up enjoying the things I enjoy today? 😂

The subject rarely came up, but when it did, the people that had it taken that way, weren’t necessarily embarrassed by it. They definitely didn’t enjoy it, however. They would usually describe it as “painful.”