A funny thought not necisarily related to this exact topic….
I remember my first physical as an adult. I was 19 or 20. Mom scheduled it with the family doctor. I was home from college. She came with me but didn’t go into the exam room.
Why did she come with me?
Because she had scheduled her physical the same day also. She said we could get breakfast later and she may even treat me to a mimosa. I am not one to turn down free booze.
Mom got called back first. I read some month old copy of People magazine trying to distract myself from the impending examination. After about 20 minutes it was my turn to go back.
Much like normal I peed in a cup, got weighed then had to undress. The doctor was nice enough to not mention anything about the mother-daughter day we were having.
Then toward the end the doctor checked my more intimate parts. And then I realized that she had probably also touched my Mother in a similar way 20 minutes before that. It made me cringe. And I wanted to puke.
To make matters worse we went out for brunch afterwords. After we were seated, my mother excused herself to the restroom because “the doctor used too much lube”. What in the fuck. This was not the bonding I signed up for. There is not enough champagne in this drink.
One thing lead to another. Champagne turned in to margaritas… And that’s the story of the first time my parents saw me drunk.
Thanks for being my therapist zity.