Mother and Pediatrician

@asha22 when you were 14 and were referred to a gyno did you actually go for your appointment? If you went was your Dr a male or female? Was your mom in the exam room with you or did you not want her in their? Did you know what to expect when you went for your first exam at the gyno? If you could recount what happened at your first gyno appt and how you were feeling when u were there it would be appreciated.

If my Mom was with me she would always tell the doctor to "give me a good exam." I guess it meant thorough. If my Dad was there he wouldn't say much. He was with me most of the time through high school, but sometimes he couldn't get out of work, or was away on business and my Mom would come with me. I much preferred my Dad in the room for obvious reasons, but toughed it out with my Mom on those occasions.

Yes, the doctor constantly talk to my mother while he examined me. He told her about examinations and issue he found. She was sitting next to the examination bed on a chair. And they talking all the time, also about completely different topics. This doctor was a man with a lot of experience, he was older. His exams was always quick, he touched my body only for seconds a time, while my mother was in the room.

Yes my mother was always there until about 12 years old, when she took me to the urologist I had to be naked in front of her, the doctor pulled my foreskin as far as he could because I couldn't finish, he asked my mother if she checked regularly and if I pull the foreskin while bathing, she said that she always checks but there is no progress in stretching the foreskin and that it is glued and can't finish, then he gave us some stretching cream, those examinations at the urologist were very, very uncomfortable for me .

I remember visiting a pediatrician (female) when I was 10-15 years old. My mother was always with me. These were a control examination. First, the doctor asked questions that my mother answered more often than me. Then I had to undress to my panties and was examined. Then came moemnt which I didn't like very much. My mother "reminded" the doctor about the genital examination. I always wondered if without this reminder these areas would be medically examined. I really didn't like this moment. I had to take off my panties and lie on my back while the doctor examined my penis and testicles. This reminder of the medical examination of the genitals made me feel like a little child.

Here parents always have to go to the doctor with you while you are a minor. They are there during the interrogation and during the medical examination. When you reach puberty, in some moments of the interrogation they ask them to go outside to talk to the doctor, when they ask you questions about alcohol, tobacco, drugs and sexual relations, I suppose so that you can be honest with the doctor and do not lie to him because is one of your parents in front.

Yes,she always spoke to my pediatrician when I was younger.I have always had a constipation problem since being a little baby girl. My pediatrician ALWAYS asked my mommy,how my constipation has been. That is when my mommy always started taking about how often I was constipated,and that the suppositories have been working when iwas a younger toddler/baby is what my mommy tells me. Then as I got older and understood what the doctor and her were taking about,she then told the doctor about how she has switched to Fleet child enemas,and much happier she was with them,because of the quicker action over the suppositories.I was still in diapers until I was almost 5 years old,and the pediatrician and staff totally accepted me in that condition. They all knew how slow I was to picking up on how to use the potty. Mommy for a couple years tried to teach me,and was getting concerned,and the doctor,told my mommy not to worry,it will come in time.I did finally learn when almost 5 years old,just before starting kindergarten. So I was out of diapers,wearing real girl panties.I then had a bedwetting problem again,when I was almost 9 years old. My mommy starting discussing that concern with my pediatrician. My mommy then decided to once again start diapering me,but only at nights after my nightly bubble baths,and while I took naps during the daytimes.I wasn't aware of my mommy's and the doctor's plan,until the night that it started once again.I hated it at first,but just got used to it again,seeing it has only been a few years since getting out of wearing diapers.I found it alot better waking in a wet diaper,then a totally soaked bed,,so did mommy. I was allowed to wear my girl panties,during daytimes,because I knew when I needed to use the potty.Yes my mommy was still using enema's and suppositories to help me with my constipation problems during my growing up.Before I was out of diapers when younger my mommy,always used the diapers to follow how when the enema or suppositories worked.When I was out of diapers,I could only used a baby potty training chair after getting a suppository or an enema,so mommy could make sure it worked.

These are some of the important parts I remember.

Mom always talked to the pediatrician when she took all us kids. Dad more went with boys and mom the girls.

Yes my mom was always in the exam room when I was at the pediatrician's office. She also talked to him and his nurse on the phone when she called for an appointment, housecall, or for follow up. I usually heard one side of the conversation, but generally got advised of any suggestions/orders. In the office, there was nothing left to the imagination. I was often feeling quite numb or apprehensive as we waited for whatever treatment was in order. Sometimes, the ride home was a real challenge as I was now anticipating treatments at home.

Yes until she stopped coming in after my checkup when I was 15. She just asked too many embarrassing questions lol.

From when I was 12 till when I was 16 my younger brother and I were examined together ,mainly in our briefs but one time completely nude, and always the nurse would address my mother with something like 'have your sons strip down to their underpants' and the doctor would make some small talk with us when he/she came in and the would examine us. Then , she would have us wait in our briefs, as she explained the exam results to my mother. Once the doctor left then we were allowed to dress.

Definitely I always got nervous too because my mother had a habit of complicating exams. It would almost be over and she’d say something like “she’s been constipated recently” prompting further examination and usually a response like “clean her out at home”. The doctor also acted like I wasn’t there. “When was her last bm...take her pants off for me...she won’t like this I may need assistance “

It seemed that my elimination, BM or urination, was always part of the discussion. That included retracting my foreskin to assure I was getting cleaned adequately.

Constipation and enemas seemed to always come up as well as my feeding habits. Mom made sure to let Dr Ross know she gave me an enema before coming in. If he came for a housecall, it seemed like he always reminded mom to "give that kid an enema"!

My mom always sat quietly and Allowed me to answer questions.

Not that I can remember. Usually just if discussing stuff like diet beforehand or health... duh.

My mom is always in the room and is always asking a lot of questions about my health and making sure everything is OK.

Until around age 13 mom did accompany me but during the exam was positioned in the hall. Once I concluded the examination and dressed, she could come in and hear the results. If I had a shot, the nurse did that before mom was present but reiterated what was done. I was also a bit sad or tearful from a shot so there was not much guessing involved. Thereafter dad brought me in for exams. He was allowed in prior to the exam ending; hated that, and there for the review and shot!

My mom was always present at the doctor’s office and usually they talked While I was examined most of the time about me and how am I developing..

Many of my patients do have recollections of this happening to them and while at the time it was mortifying, they now look back and get aroused from it. Its the concept that you are 'objectified' and not treated as a person. They are not mean but they don't really look at you and definitely do not include you in the conversation while they discuss the most intimate and privates parts of your body and procedures being done. Maybe they even discuss the age appropriate shots that need to be given as your eyes well up with tears you don't dare speak out. You know very well that you will be instantly shot down and given the painful injections.

Many of my patients do have recollections of this happening to them and while at the time it was mortifying, they now look back and get aroused from it. Its the concept that you are 'objectified' and not treated as a person. They are not mean but they don't really look at you and definitely do not include you in the conversation while they discuss the most intimate and privates parts of your body and procedures being done. Maybe they even discuss the age appropriate shots that need to be given as your eyes well up with tears you don't dare speak out. You know very well that you will be instantly shot down and given the painful injections.

I totally agree with your statement. It was very mortifying having your Mom sit in the exam while the doctor examined my genitals as my mother watched the procedure and as a kid and teenager, all I did was just lay there and be objectified, so I know the feeling.

Yes absolutely they would have an entire conversation with each other about me of course. The whole time acting like I wasn’t even there

Oh yes, that was horrible. The doctors usually talked always to my mom about me, not to me! I hated that! I always felt like a very stupid, silly boy...

My mother was an OB nurse so she new my doctor for years. So they would talk about other people and kids. While I would lay there getting poked and checked.

The first time I remember, vividly, the doctor examining my penis and testicles and then my anus, my 12 year old brain was so overwhelmed with the never before felt physical sensations and mental anxiety, I don’t recall if there was any discussion. I was in a fog of confused excitement and embarrassment. I wonder if I moaned or breathed audibly as he touched those intimate areas.

Gee-wiz! Reading these posts makes me feel deprived for not having a more perverted upbringing!

Gee-wiz! Reading these posts makes me feel deprived for not having a more perverted upbringing!

You are not the only one.

I had a Belgian aunt (with her housekeeper) who, in retrospect, would have been a good candidate for submitting me to more intimate and embarrassing situations, medical and otherwise. But I only saw her on vacations initially during which she was as nice and caring as could be, but who still scared me in an unspecific way which I now realize had to do with her being domineering with her son, my cousin. Not nasty domineering at all, but still taking control of many aspects that I was then 'uncomfortable' with in a vaguely arousing, intimate manner.

Like for instance her and the housekeeper giving baths to me and my cousin a few times and being certain we were both empty and clean by giving us suppositories prior to the bath. With both ladies being dressed down to their lingerie to avoid getting their pretty dresses wet ... he he.

Gee-wiz! Reading these posts makes me feel deprived for not having a more perverted upbringing!

Well, on the other hand, I had a legit perverted upbringing and it is most definitely a mixed bag at best.

Always, even when I was 15. I felt like a little boy. Despite my pleasure of being watched, I hated being examined in front of my parents. Perhaps because of these dialogs between them and the doctor.

They (both my mother and father) did talk to my pediatrician as he examined me, but it was more them asking him questions. They weren’t embarrassing questions but it still made the exam more embarrassing for me overall.

Mom would shoot the breeze with the nurse who was holding the glass thermometer in my bare bottom for what seemed like forever. Then she would stay for the Dr.'s exam until I was about 12.