I have asthma and, as a small child, I was in-and-out of the hospital as if it were a revolving door. We are talking about the era of the early 1970’s, and things were completely different then. There was no modesty for children. If a child’s bottom needed to be displayed for a medical procedure then whatever he was wearing was snatched down, and it didn’t matter who was present.
There was an evening, when I was about 3 or 4, that I was in the hospital and the neighbors were visiting. The neighbor couple had a daughter that would have been about 12 then. A nurse came in my room and very firmly announced that I had to have my rectal temperature taken.
I remember lying flat on my stomach across the end of the hospital bed. The neighbor girl came around to the end of the hospital bed and started talking to me. My pajama bottoms came down and the neighbor girl was talking to me, but she was staring at my butt. Her mouth dropped when I gasped as the thermometer went inside of my bottom. A feeling came over me that it was probably naughty having her see my bare bottom, but at the same time I liked it.
I can still see her standing at the foot of my hospital bed, wearing a skirt that came about to her knees and socks that came to her knees, and staring at me in awe.
This whole thing may be silly, but it has stayed with me over the years. My feelings on this matter have gone through different changes through the years. My feelings on this matter today are the more she enjoyed it the happier I am about it.
The neighbor girl was a lot nicer to me after this. She was never mean to me, but the neighbor girl treated me better after she saw me have my temperature taken. The neighbor girl was over more, and she became more of a big sister and a protector.
This experience has led me to the opinion that when one sees a person bared or nude that she knows the person on a deeper level.