Childhood Experiences.

My Pediatricians visits and the way he examined me !

Well the biggest one was a DD Ward in a large children's hospital that I've spent eight months in.

Got there like 10:00 the first night and got a physical and then had to wear whites and scrubs.

Wore a wrist cuff on my right hand for the first five or six months I was there.if we acted up then cough my hand to the rail and the nurses sit and I'd sit there on the bench till they were happy.

They showered us. It wasn't so much i couldn't do it myselves it was factory line.

I won't call them patted rooms they were padded closets and the padding on the floor and yhe walls was thicker than the mattress in my bed.

Seeing what was the douche nozzle attached to the fountain syringe hanging in the bathroom... Having no idea what it was for at the time and asking about it and being told it was for adult enemas really affected me.. all the holes in the nozzle along it's fluted sides! I just had to play with it when no one was around... Filling the bag and watching water spray out the nozzle - oh, both exciting and scary!

My childhood experiences began when I was in boy scouts. We had our meetings held every week on Monday nights. We began with an opening ceremony then the group inspection. After the group inspection one of the senior assistant scout master all ways called me out for physical exam. He takes me to a room, after he closes and locked the door, he orders me to strip my clothes off. He does a thorough examination of my genitalia. He then oders me to turn around and put my hands on the wall. He then spreads my buttocks to inspect my anus. He then licks my anus for several minutes before he penetrate my anus with his penis which he did this Everytime we had a meeting from the time I joined the scouts to the time I left the scouts at age 18. The assistant scout master then dies of natural causes. I can never forget that.

He then oders me to turn around and put my hands on the wall. He then spreads my buttocks to inspect my anus. He then licks my anus for several minutes before he penetrate my anus with his penis which he did this Everytime we had a meeting from the time I joined the scouts to the time I left the scouts at age 18

And what did you think of what he did? Did you complain? Did you resist on further occasions? Did you like it? Or tell anyone else about this, ask if others experienced it as well?

I did not think about it. I was a mentaly retarded kid growing up. I had a gpa 1.24 when I graduated. I enjoyed it expect when he started to fuck me. I never asked anyone else. I never told anyone because he told me it was required weekly and if I told anybody else he would kill me.

Definitely the surgeries that I had on my feet at age 3-4yo were the beginning of my interest into medical and surgical stuff. And no wonder that in my puberty years that interest has turned into a fetish.

In the sixties the treatment for a reducible scrotal hernia was a truss.I think that's were my fetish for wearing hernia trusses started.

As a late bedwetter my mom put me bed every night by cleaning my bottom and pee-pee with baby wipes, powdering my bottom and pee-pee, pinning my cloth diapers together and pulling up my rubber pants. Around 11 or so I began to become excited below my waist and would touch myself under my diaper once mom left the room. Eventually I began to ejuaculate, not really knowing what i was doing, and again in the morning before mom came in to unpin by diapers. 60 years later I still receive the most sexual satisfaction when I am in my wet diapers and rubber pants and my girlfriend tells me to get on the changing pad so she can change my soggy diapers.

Nudity was common in my house when I was growing up. I saw both my sister and mother naked many times. I also saw my parents making love on numerous occasions. I'm not sure which fetishes this contributed to, but it made me very open-minded about a lot of things.

It was definitely not pleasant at all. This happened between the memories of 6 to 10 years old with the doctor. My mom accompanied me and she was present for the exams. She was extremely careful with medical examinations. And without waiting for the nurse or the medical order she always undressed me completely or left my underwear on. I think this was the reason why I mark my whole life. Like she always asked for injections.

I remember very well her phrases such as: "money is not a problem but I want a complete exam for her" or "doctor, I feel she is skinny and surely need injectable vitamins." Those and other phrases I have as engraved in my mind.

It seems crazy to hear but comparing and talking today with my friends and close friends then they also experienced the same in their family with them about nudity forced. Think it was ours CULTURE of the time and I appreciate it because today I have this fetish

@Nate_8338 Nudity was common in my house when I was growing up.

We lived in a small 3-room apt, yet I never saw my older sister or mother naked. Amazing how they maintained privacy..

I was raised in the 40's they though my acting was bad behavior. Then way later was tested showed autism +dd which explained a whole lot.

When I was little, my mom had the book “Our Bodies, Our Selves” and I remember looking at the gyn drawings and being fascinated by them.

When I was in 3rd grade, so maybe 8, I had a rash which was from bubble bath. My mom worked in a hospital and she took me to one of her friends who was a gynecologist. He put me in stirrups and took a quick look to see the rash. Maybe that was the root of my gyn fetish, I'm not sure, or maybe combined with reading “Our Bodies, Our Selves.”

Then when I was around 8 or 9, I didn't go to the bathroom for 5 days and my grandmother gave me an enema. She bent me over in the bathroom (her bathtub was up two steps, so I bent over and put my hands on the second step). I remember distinctly the feeling when the enema went in. I remember how it felt odd but really nice at the same time. Still, I didn't go to the bathroom until the next day, because I was that backed up.

I think having a finger or object in my ass is a feeling like no other - I still feel like it's odd but really nice at the same time. It's also relaxing and exciting at the same time.

The question: “What childhood experiences do you believe have contributed to the kinks you enjoy in adult life?”

First, my love of enemas came from the one and only enema my mother gave me when I was five years old. I remember it to this day.

Not from childhood experiences ---

Second, my interest in watching a woman give birth comes from my wife having two babies and me being shut out of even going in to see the doctor with her and see her exams and not being allowed to watch her C-section, being ignored when I asked the doctor to let me be in the room to see my child born.

Third, my great interest in gynecology, pelvic exams and douching comes from my wife and never being able to go in with her or even get her to tell me what all the doctor did and describe it in detail.

Fourth, my interest in spanking comes from not ever being spanked myself and being a teacher and not ever getting to paddle a student, although I saw a few boys paddled, and I had some male students I would loved to have paddle on their underwear and female students I would have loved to paddle on their panties. Alas, never happened.

As l've revealed here before, it was my two childhood ops/dental procedures under general anaesthesia.

For starters, the human mouth is a lovely warm and groovy place!

- Ken

Always loved all anal play and these experiences will aways stick with me.

About the age of 5, on a visit to the doctors, I vividly remember laying on the exam table in just underpants. Then on my stomach they were pulled down and took my temperature taken with the nurses' hand always on my butt. I guess so to prevent me from moving.

Somewhere around 7 or 8 I saw an Oster massager that strapped to the back of her hand. I asked my mother what it was and was told a back massager. She had me lay on her bed and used it on my back. Then, she put her hand on my butt. Oh, it felt so good. I turned and asked her to do more, but she said that was all there was going to be.

When I was a freshman or sophomore in high school my mother took my temp rectally for the first time since I was a child then never again.

When I was 10, I got my first and only family enema. I was sent home from school with a stomach ache. I was faking it to avoid a situation at school. Thought I had it made until my mother and our next door neighbor, a nurse and mother of my friends, decided I needed an enema.

I was in bed in underwear when I was called. My mother removed the tee shirt and as I got to the bathroom I saw my friends mom sitting on the side of the bathtub. There were pillows on the floor covered with towels and I saw the bag hanging from the shower. I panicked. At that moment she pulled down and removed my underpants and had me lay on the floor. Oh, the indignity as she lubed my hole and stuck the nozzle in me with both there. The fill was something else. I protested, pleaded, insisted, “Enough, enough.” to no avail. When she did finally let me up and I sat on the toilet she pushed my knees apart and watched for a few moments then they left me alone. A few years late in high school, if I had opportunity I would give myself an enema.

My medical fetish definitely stems from my annual school medical examinations, which were mandatory from ages 5 to 17.

I also have a CP fetish as a result of being spanked by my parents many times until my mid teens.

I had no idea kids were ever given enemas. Not something that happened in my world at all. However, I'm not entirely convinced if all my sexual interests developed from childhood experiences. I love frotting. That definitely stems back to my first introduction to sex. I was about 7 years old when my neighbor (same age) wanted to play “the rubbing game” with me. Had no idea what he was talking about and it soon became my fave game ever. I have also had a thing for older men since I was about 12. Don't know where that could have come from. Only thing I can think of was being fondled and flashed in kindergarten by a 16/17 year old who used to frequent my class because his mother was the teacher. But that's not exactly the type of “older” men I would go on to be attracted to.

I think my interest in nudity and medical exams points back to my exams in my preteen / teen years. I remember my mother accompanying me to all my exams up through high school. My memory of this interest starts with the first time I was told to strip down nude and put on a gown, around age 13. I remember my mom telling me I might as well get the embarrassment over, so I just stripped down and stood naked in front of her. She looked me from head to toe, stopping to stare at my smallish penis and partially grown out bush. To my surprise, she reached out and pushed some of my pubic hair back and said it was smaller, but a penis none the less. I was mortified, but felt a tingle inside. I remember putting on the gown to regain some modesty until the genital exam started. The doc had me just remove the gown and stand fully naked in front of them again. As soon as he started to examine me, my fear came true as I ended up with a full erection, with my mom just staring at it. He just pointed out that it was on the smaller side, but it worked. The car ride home was quiet, but I then knew I loved that embarrassing feeling of being on display. From them on, I tried to be exposed around the house when I could. I'd often stop to talk to my mom is nude, occasionally more than flaccid. Occasionally she'd make a comment on my growth and development, though my penis remained on the small side. I remember the first time she saw my genitals after I trimmed my bush, and commented on it looking better. Now I love to be naked in the locker room, with my small penis on full display. It's nice to see the variety of parts and know others can see the differences as I'm next someone on the larger side. I do my best to take my time and make sure anyone can see whatever they want. The same goes for doctor visits. I enjoy to drop my pants and be on full display for the doc to see. I make sure to ask plenty of questions while he has my genitals in hand. Occasionally it lasts long enough that I end fully hard.

I spent a lot of time in and out of the hospital in my younger years. Most of it came from one trip to the hospital.. I had an allergic reaction to some meds and broke out, head to toe, every sq inch.

I remember being naked on the bed much of the time. I was covered in Bacitracin (so much so that I get sick when I smell it now). I didn't have covers because the covers would stick to me.

I remember frequent exams of all parts of my body. My penis and scrotum would be examined & Bacitracin reapplied, then wrapped in Bacitratin-coated gauze. I would be turned over and my cheeks pulled apart and my anus examined to make sure it hadnt stuck closed. A Bacitracin coated finger would recoat both inside and outside my anus. A Bacitracin-coated gauze would be placed between my cheeks to keep them from sticking together. My penis & scrotum were the same. RTs, enemas, & suppositories were a daily thing.

The suppositories and enemas were required to make me poop as I couldn't poop laying on a bedpan because i couldnt push hard enough to make anything come out. I don't know how long I was confined to bed, but I had to learn how to walk again, clawing my way along the hand rail in the hall. I don't recall anyone helping me.

My spanking kink started from being spanked by my stepfather. I'd be called into the dining room, where my mother and stepfather would be sitting, and then lectured and scolded about whatever I'd done wrong. He'd tell me to pull down my pants and shorts and to bend over the side of the dining table. Sometimes my stepsister would also be sitting at the table watching. My stepfather would then stand up, move behind me, somewhat to the side, and pull his belt off his trousers. I can still hear the "flap, flap, flap" sound his belt made as it was pulled through the belt loops on his trousers. Then he would fold the belt in half and hit me across my bare ass, over and over and over. He was a physically large man and he'd take a full swing each time he hit me. If I made any sound at all he would hit me all the harder. My ass would be bright red, throbbing, and hurting like hell by the time he finished. On more than one occasion, my stepsister would be spanked at the same time and in the same way. I remember enjoying watching and hearing her be spanked. I was probably 8 and she was probably 7 when my stepfather started spanking us like that. Later, when my stepsister and I were pre-teens and at home alone during the long Summer months, we'd strip naked from the waist down and "play" spank each other. When she bent over for her spanking from me, I saw her naked sex, the first female sex I'd ever seen up close. I still remember to this day what her naked ass and sex looked like.

My mother inserting soap up my bum and soapy enemas rectal temps all turned me on to it in adult life

Trips to the dr for my checkups, having to see a gyne far earlier than I would have liked at the time and being on the receiving end of a few spankings certainly opened my up to exploring my kinky side.

Getting Enemas from mother an old-time nurse, from when little to age 12. Also Girls and Women in RUBBER BOOTS, gave late wife many

Enemas in Boots that matched or contrasted with the Rubber Syringes. Found her over a dozen pairs. Liked Go-Go Dancers in Boots.

Doctor visits always scared/thrilled me. Would I be naked? Would I get an RT? Would I get a shot? Would something new/different happen?

Spankings also invoked a scared/thrilled response. Bare butt was a given, but would it be a hand spanking or use a paddle? Which paddle? How long a spanking? How hard a spanking?

Home enemas began at age 9. They were a little scary but mostly thrilling. They became a routine event that ended when I was 13. Always naked, always in the bathroom, always with my mom running the show.

Definitely getting vaccinations during my checkups at the pediatrician. Up until I was about ten or so, I would throw huge fits and argue and fight and refuse to cooperate. This would result in one or two more staff/nurses being called in to help make me lay down on the exam table and restrain me while I struggled and bucked and screamed and cried. I can distinctly remember the view of staring up at all these faces looking down at me with the lights above them, talking to each other about how to hold me still while ignoring my pleas to let me go, to let me sit up.

I was given an enema by my mother and grandmother when I was 2-3 years old. This topic is listed under psychology and after graduate psychology class I began to see the possibility of Freud's theory in my past. I remembered both being quite busy, towels on a dining room table with a white pan with a red ring around the top. But I don't remember getting the actual enema. A memory blocked because it was traumatic? That went along with Freud's thinking. One would ask if you don't remember it how do you know you received an enema? About ten years later I overheard an attractive friend of my mother tell her of giving both her daughters and herself enemas. The thought of this pretty lady seeing me naked and then giving me an enema plus the image of her giving herself enemas was arousing, fascinating and a little scary and embarrassing. So within a week or so when I had the house to myself one Sunday I got out the infant syringe my mother had used on my little brother and no doubt me? I gave myself an enema for the first time. As I initially inserted the nozzle I felt it familiar and when I squeezed a jet of water inside it seemed as if brain cells were shouting You have felt this before. This very exact feeling a long time ago. But I remember the feeling. So developed a kink for enemas.

Had my temperature taken rectally when I was four by nurse. Didn't cry but got very aroused and very erect even though I didn't know what that was about but it felt good. So a fascination with having my temperature taken rectally.

And finally, saw a neighbor spank her daughter bare bottomed. I was 12-13, she was 11. Gave me butterflies. Again, arousing, exciting, scary and my thoughts are What if she did that to you? So I acquired a fascination with spanking. So three acquired fetishes by early teens.

As was common back then in France, I received suppositories as a child, had my temperature taken rectally when little then, when older, had to insert the thermometer rectally. I don't recall laxative suppositories, rather suppositories for treating ailments. As others who post on the French zity forum, I hated suppositories because of the greasy leaks, particularly if the suppository was for respiratory ailments and these leaks had a strong tell-tale smell of eucalyptus and what else! I think these medical acts got me to play with my anus early and to associate anal penetration to embarrassment.

I had three surgeries in childhood, perhaps all in elementay school. The first one was circumcision to treat phimosis. Doctors and mom had previously tried to force my foreskin back (I don'r recall this but I was told it had been very painful and there had been much crying). I had not quite been told what to expect and had a shock when discovering the result!!! I recall the scar being examined afterwards, it was embarrassing. Since circumcision is rather uncommon in France outside of Jews and Muslims I was later embarrassed about it with girls when we got to sex play. Having my penis washed by a female is a rather strong act, I think because it subconsciously reminds me of the events that led to surgery.

A couple years later I had appendectomy. To form the appendicitis diagnosis, I twice had an abdominal exam and a digital rectal exam. Again, I had not been quite told what to expect and was greatly surprised when our family doctor's lubricated and gloved finger went in deep!! Nurses had to deal with the scar.

Finally, I had an undescended testicle lowered. I recall I disliked the idea of another surgery on my genitals!

I don't recall enemas or spankings, but I later came to fantasize about these two acts given my fixation on the behind and shame!

Does this make sense?

How things evolve over time . My mother took me to an old fashioned female pediatrician who would put me on my left side on the exam table & give me an enema while she conversed with my mother . It took me a long time to assimilate these experiences into my adult reality . Mother was kind of obsessed with enemas & had me in the tub on my back with the half full red bag being held over me & draining not so warm water into my ass frequently . I would also listen to her take an enema on a regular basis. It seems I never had a chance not to get into the kink .

I have found women who would give me enemas over the years but never any who were just full blown klismos like me . Mom is long gone .