Love/hate with the thermometer

I love rectal temperatures

Love the rectal thermometer. Always have since being little.

I love the rectal thermometer, from a young age til now and still ongoing.

I dont think I hated rectal temps when I was little, more like embarassed.. but now I just love it..

I absolutely hated it growing up. It was done that way at home, and at the doctor's office. I thought it was quite embarrassing, especially as I got older. Around 14 years old or so, even though I would still get the rectal thermometer all throughout high school, I developed somewhat of a fetish for it. It was strange. I still hated it when I got my temperature taken, but when no one was home, I would get out the thermometer and take my own temperature, pretending I was at the doctor's office. When I was about 21, I went to a hospital ER. Even though there was nothing wrong with me, I told them I wasn't feeling well. As hospitals usually did, I got my temperature taken rectally. It was the first time in my life that it happened at a doctor's office (or a hospital in this case) that I actually enjoyed it.

Growing up, I was never a big fan of it, but that never stopped my mother nor the nurses in the hospital. That was just the way it was done back "then" and that was it. As I got older, it didn’t get any easier, more like more embarrassing, but to be completely honest, something stuck with me to this day and now it's one of my "favourite" things ... so yes, a "love/hate" relationship describes my experience probably best ...

My mom took temperatures rectally at home until around 11. At the pediatrician it was rectal until the same age. I remember lying face down, pants down on the exam table. The nurse was rather attractive and would hold the thermometer in me with her hand resting on my fanny. She and mom would converse as if nothing was going on. Embarrassing for me.

I truly loved and hated the rectal thermometer because it was so embarrassing and I think I got it that way longer than others. Rectal temps stopped at home longer before they did at the doctors as well. I can remember being so exposed and vulnerable with my bare bottom laying on the table. The sites and sounds of the preparation and then those fingers spreading you open. The lite touch of the thermometer on your anus just before it’s pushed in and then the hand resting on your lower back while you waited. I always got incredibly hard while it was inside and while it was being pushed in. I always hoped that I would go soft and thankfully always dead before it was time to roll back over

Yes I have a love/hate relationship whit the thermometer, when I was little and mom, granny or doc/nurse took it I hated it, i was embarrassed to be nude in front if the nurse , but at the same time I loved it !

I detested my rectal temp being taken at a very early age. I remember being confused by it at first, and than becoming familiar while feeling humiliated and degraded by it. While feeling all of these negativities, I also began to crave it early on. To emulate what nurses did to me, I remember pushing crayons and the round ends of bobby-pins into my bottom during nap time as a toddler. I’m sure my mother likely found some rather unusual objects in my underpants, but I don’t think anyone actually knew of my fascination of having my rectal temperature taken.

My love/hate relationship started very early on!

I have a love relationship with the thermometer it was the only way my temperature was taken at home. and I didn't mind it. I liked the feeling of the thermometer in my bottom.

All my childhood temps were rectal. Don't remember it being a big deal, but then I was used to being finger checked daily for constipation. I actually liked being greased up and left a Vaseline lubed anus - so much so that it became a life-long need to grease myself up with Vaseline every morning.

This is an interesting question. It's a process of enlightenment for me over time. Early childhood involved rectal temperature taking at home and the doctors. I am sure at its initial beginnings I had no idea of what it was or why.

I think that my awareness of how personal it was developed in those preteen years and consolidated thereafter where it was clear what it meant to be "undressed fully for the doctor" and to get my temp taken with mom and nurse present. I was surely aware of my development and being naked became highly personal unlike any other time. It was one thing to wander my room naked or a locker room but quite another to be evaluated and examined! It was such a helpless feeling and often associated with the dread of injections.

I am not sure what procedure impacted me the most. I recall the trembling feeling in my tummy and legs when given various directives. It's such a powerful learning experience that continues to influence my expectations today. Clearly today's exam is more detailed, longer lasting, and yet, it remains uniquely personal whether on the table or in my imagination. To think it all began with "Let's get your temp."

How was it for you?

@biene like you, as a youngster, especially during trips to the hospital for pre-admission testing where RTs were the rule, I found it very embarrassing not wanting to be seen because privacy wasn’t a big deal with the nurses who were fairly busy. They brought you to the exam room put you on the table, pulled your pants and underpants down and did the deed! Door wasn’t always closed.

Years later I found it wasn’t an issue of embarrassment and given that I had enough invasive procedures so the rectal temperature didn’t matter and I even accepted it and requested i. And many times as an adult Imhad it taken rectally and still do.

I did not have my rectal temp taken growing up (millennial here!), but I can still understand the love hate relationship. I love the idea of having someone care for me and take me across their lap and check my temperature the most accurate and intimate way. But there's also the humiliating aspect of having to submit to someone sticking something up my bottom.

I agree with @AllyOTK’s interesting observations.

One the one hand, there is the intimacy of being cared for when sick by a loving partner. Add to that the physical sensation of lying comfortably across her lap and feeling the cold, lubricated glass pushed firmly inside and held in place.

On the other hand, it is a humiliating procedure. For me, the embarrassment comes not just from the nudity and exposure (though those are important!). Rather, it is more the idea of having to be treated like a young child who can’t manage an oral or axillary reading. Having others learn about (or even watch) the procedure would add to the strong emotion.

I suspect that it is this combination that makes temperature-taking such an erotic experience for many of us.

I suspect that it is this combination that makes temperature-taking such an erotic experience for many of us.

Hilenk, I agree with you. Its a mix between a normal medical procedure and a sexual feeling. Nurses, doctors and other not insiders can't guess the emberassment of a RT-Lover, so he/she can enjoy secretly. I ever loved and still love it.

At younger ages, rectal temps were just part of doctor visits, and I was way more concerned with the inevitable shot in the bottom than the thermometer.

At around 8 or so I had an awareness that adults and even some other kids got their temps taken in their mouth while mine was still taken in my bottom. I did not like getting it taken “the baby way”. Shortly thereafter, I started getting erections from the procedure. I was pretty naive and didn’t fully understand it. I pulled my undies back up and I didn’t fit... I was poking out the waistband.

The older I got, the more I hated and resented the thermometer going in my bottom, but I also continued to get erections. At some point I figured out I needed to put “it” pointing up under my tummy to avoid discomfort. The moment would come where the nurse would tell me it was time for my temperature, and I would get very embarrassed as I got ready. The nurse would spread my buns and slide the cold greasy thermometer in, and it felt kind of good, and I would start to grow, but I was also keenly aware my mom and the nurse were watching everything, and sometimes the door would not be completely closed. When it was over I would try to get things pulled back up without showing my reaction, but if I was just in my briefs that was impossible.

My last rectal temp was by far the most humiliating of my life, I’ve written about it before, and I even successfully repressed the memory of it for several years. That happened at 12, and then I was switched to oral. It was a big day to finally be treated like a “big boy” even though shots would continue to only go in my bottom until 19. But like others, I would continue to play with the rectal thermometer at home and pretend I was going through the whole embarrassing ordeal with a very stern nurse, and these play sessions got me very erect and excited, even though the experience itself was humiliating and I hated it enough to try to forget it ever happened.

I’m feeling this a little bit now. I have an ear infection that is causing a fever and I’m very prone to high fevers so I have to monitor it all day. of course I only take my temp rectally so that’s what I’m doing but doing it with no one instructing me or taking it for me is getting old

I'm sure there is someone around who could help you with that.

For me, not a love/hate matter. My Mother was a firm believer in the rectal method. She got that I believe from Dr. Benjamin Spock. She used his book as a go to source.

I never had a problem having my temperature taken rectally until I hit my teens where I never did have it taken; but there was a time or two, even once or twice in the military ( still 18 or 19)where my anxiety level was raised, believing I’d have it done. Never happened though.

Now at some point and I can’t say when I was “infected” if you will and it crept into my psyche and stayed quiet until I hit my mid twenties. What the catalyst was, I can’t say either, but it came on strong.

Ever since that time, rectal temperatures have been with me.

l believe the rectal route is the most accurate method of obtaining a body temperature. I am comfortable having it done that way. I also believe in taking it that Way during illness and not only for myself.

As for “love” well I think back to something I heard and still agree with. “ you don’t love an object or a thing. You love a person”.

So my story, aka “ relationship”would be the anxiety and acceptance of the rectal temperature and thermometer.

I joined the navy right out of high school in 1977 At the induction center as well as all navy medical clinics while in the service i only had oral temps using the large and then clunky IVAC early digital thermometers. they had red and blue cables but the medical personal only used the blue probes with covers. As I recall the units were on a cart or a table, kind large to move around very easy. Later on they got smaller and could be hand held.

I think to have a rectal temperature taken by someone that I like, or a play doctor, is both humiliating and erotic at the same time. Being bent over and lubed and having a thermometer inserted is like a little tease of things to come…….

When I was a young child I absolutely hated it. I think it was the embarrassment mostly because I had no choice in the matter. The thermometer itself did not hurt, but the invasive feeling of it being inserted caused some anxiety. As I got older and got switched over to the oral method. I found myself thinking about RT's and like many others started to look in baby and nursing books that were on the shelf in the house. I would get excited at the illustrations and pictures of RT's being taken in different positions. for example, over the knee, diaper position and laying flat on a table. I started experimenting with the thermometer I found in the drawer and found it very pleasurable. I guess because it was my choice and not forced. After I started to date, I was really surprised at how many of the girls were interested in that as well. Some liked to role play and even added spankings to it. At that point I was hooked. There were a couple of girls that I dated who were very willing to try it, but I got a bit embarrassed and backed out. I don't know why, but I think at times I would regress with certain ppl and I just went with it. I also was more into receiving RT's rather than giving at that time. Once I was in College, that changed and I began to switch. Now I have taken a female's RT on many occasions and have spanked them as well. It's the best of both worlds.

I never minded RT's or enemas, mom or gram were very good at them. But I did and do enjoy, RT or enema play with another male. The fact that it is your choice, not your parents or doctors makes it even more enjoyable. My childhood male friend, that I did my first RT play with seemed to agree on this.

Yes. I understand the dichotomy very well. Right about the same time I associated it with pleasant feelings I stopped wanting my mother to give me one as I didn’t want my mother giving me those feelings. I had a family doctor when I was younger who always took it that way and as I got older (pre teen) it was humiliating but the humiliation had an appeal of its own. At the time of course I couldn’t describe that feeling but looking back now I understand it.

With most if not all play partners, I have had. It was usually the same story, just liking the idea of doctor play. I'm not gay but due to the fact that my first play partner was male, I have always gotten more enjoyment with a male taking mine or me taking there's than with a female. I have taken and received with both males and females. As I have gotten older I have found that more people than you would think are into this kind of play and more times than not with the partners I have had it's just none sexual doctor play. The hardest part is finding just the right way to ask, so they don't think you're a pervert or just plain weird. The other interesting fact I have found is most males into RT or enemas also are into rectal exams and penis testicular exams too. Suppositors can also come into play.

I hated rectal temperatures the whole time I was receiving them at the pediatrician. It was the shame of being what I thought was too old to have to lay down on the crinkly papered table and let the nurse poke the thermometer up my hiney hole. Then when it finally stopped I longed for it again.