Parent(s) invited to exam room unexpectedly

When I was 13 I had to visit a Nephrologist for having traces of blood in my urine. I had see this doctor about every 3 months for checkups but on the 2nd visit I went something unusual/interesting happened. My dad brought me to the appointment and we went through the usual routine...wait in waiting room, doctor comes out and calls me in, dad waits in waiting room. During these visits, I have to always provide a urine sample before going in the exam room, but on this day I told the doctor that I couldn't go yet. He said that's ok and he said he'll just take a look at me first. We go in the room and he does the usual: takes my blood pressure, listens to heart and lungs under my shirt, feels my lymph nodes, has me lie down and feels my stomach, then he undid my shorts to examine my groin and we were finished.

After the exam, he asks if I can go used the bathroom yet and I told I think I can try. So he lets me go by myself down the hall to go use the bathroom. After peeing, I return to the exam and room and I see the doctor and my dad is in the room now. The doctor tells me "I brought your father in if that's ok." I said sure because I figure he just wants to talk about how I'm doing n stuff. The doctor talks to my dad for a bit while I just stand on the side waiting. I hear doctor tell my dad "He seems to be pretty healthy, but his blood pressure is a bit high for his age, so I do wanna check that again just to make sure." My dad complies. So then the doctor asks me to sit back up on the table.

I sat back up on the table and then the doctor tells me "go ahead and take off your shirt if you will". I was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt that day but I thought it was kind of weird he's asking me to take it off now instead of earlier. Without question I took off my shirt and handed it to the doctor who then gave it to my dad. He did what seemed to be a really thorough blood pressure check on me. While sitting, he took my blood pressure on both my arms. Then he told me he wants to check my blood pressure while I'm standing, so he had me hop off the table and stand in front of him. After checking my standing blood pressure, he finished the exam by using the stethoscope to listen to my heart. This part was kinda weird to me because I felt him place his stethoscope on my nipple and he held it there for what seemed like a really long time (my regular pediatrician usually puts it in several spots whenever she listened to my heart.) The doctor removed his stethoscope and then spent a few minutes talking my dad about my exam. After they finished talking, the doctor then turned to me and talked to me for a few minutes about health routines n stuff. Then I got to put my shirt back on and we left.

I visited this doctor about 3 times in one year. The first time I was alone during the exam (most thorough exam), 2nd time was this and 3rd time my mom, dad and grandma came into the exam room from the start (no undressing). Personally I didn't feel any perversion or malice from the exam. Curious to know if anyone has gone through something like this.

This had happen to me. Only my Mother was invited into exam room when I started puberty. What I learned is normally the opposite, once a boy starts puberty, the parent usually waits outside the exam room.

In my case, it was when I reach puberty that my Mother was then able to sit in the exam room with me while the doctor examined me thoroughly. Prior to that, my Mother would wait for me outside but I remember when I turned 12.5-13yrs of age, when the nurse called me in, she told my Mother to follow me into the exam room.

I didn't like that fact because the doctor always had me undress into my undies and always checked my genitals and I always got an erection and the doctor always took his time and thoroughly examined my penis to the point I would get a very hard erection and have an orgasm so of course this did happen to me while my Mother was in the exam room.

During my first urological exam at the age of 15, my mom stayed in the waiting room but after a little talk, doctor (F) said that because i am underage my parent has to be present during the exam, so she invited my mom inside..

Great post! This kind of situation plays a big part in what I like now (though disliked at the time) about some of the medical experiences that form the basis of my fetish.

For several years during my adolescence, I was part of a program that included visits to a large hospital where I was examined and tested by a number of different doctors and staff people in a number of different rooms throughout the complex. These were long visits, taking a big chunk of a day with lots of waiting in between test stations and lots of getting in and out of clothes as needed.

Because I was one of a fairly big number of kids doing this program, and because it was a regular enough event that staff got to know us, there evolved a semi-relaxed atmosphere around the whole thing that was surreal in some ways but it was obviously supposed to put everyone at ease.

They had a large main waiting room where parents could hang out. TV, table full of bagels and muffins and coffee, etc. Even stacks of games for the kids during long waits. We would go in and out of there during these long visits to be seen by various people for various parts of the process.

Parents would be called back for conferences and updates with the main supervising doctors as well as for other reasons. Parents were ALLOWED to be present for any part of the visit, but they would usually give us privacy.

There were a number of times when my parents popped in unexpectedly and saw me but one of the times that I remember well is somewhat similar to what you describe here.

There were a number of doctors involved with the program, each for his or her own reason according his or her special area of expertise and research (this was through a large children's hospital and medical school), but each of those doctors, whatever their main focus, was supposed to meet with us individually and that usually involved them giving us a physical exam, no matter how many of those we'd already had, in addition to performing or supervising whatever test fell under their personal specialty.

So, anyway, at one of these big visits when I was 14, I was wrapping up for the day, exhausted and arms covered in bandaids from multiple blood samples. I had changed back into my street clothes (usually, upon arrival at these visits, they made us change into either hospital pajamas or into our gym clothes and we stayed like that all day, taking the shirt or even all of it off periodically, depending on what was being done). I was taken back to a large-ish, semi-L-shaped-room that was a conference type room at the front and an exam room at the back, around the corner. Most of the exam area was visible from the conference area as the exam table was center of that area rather than being against a wall.

A pair of doctors met with me and spoke with me briefly, and then, as usual, announced that they were brining my parents in and that I could sit over by the door while the doctors and my parents sat at the table, and I heard one of the doctors say "Dr. So-and-So needs to have a quick look at him." Then he looked at me and said, "I know you just got dressed, but you are going to get a real quick examination before you go. You can leave your underpants on, but take off the rest of your clothes and just put them on the chair next to you."

So, I sat there in my underpants for a bit, then the other doctor came in. He motioned for me to follow him around the corner and my dad made some crack to me about "boy, you're having a long day of it."

The exam was pretty much the standard check up. Underpants came down briefly both when I was laying down and then again while I was standing up. When he was done, he thanked me and my parents and the other doctors and left and I was told I could get dressed.

I'm so lucky I never had any od my parents in examination room. It's a sucha. shame.

When I was 11-12, my older sister was invited in to watch. I was mortified. She drove me to the doctor. She was in her early twenties.