Last time by mom at home

Do you remember when was the last time when your mother took your temperature rectally, at home? What was the circumstances? Like did you wear PJ, or daily clothes, your mother used a lot of Vaseline or just a little bit on the thermometer tip, were you actually ill, or just tried to fake it because you wanted to skip school, or you didn't even feel sick but your mom was overprotective....

Can you remember back, why that one wast the last, for example your mom finally accepted you are old enough to do other methods, or you complained and whined a lot like "mooom, all the kids in my age switched to oral temp taking" etc.

This topic is especially for those who were late switcher to oral, above 7-8 years old, or even older. (when you were teen).

I was 9 years old. I came home from school and was feeling ill. I had to drop my pants and underwear and my mom just slid it in.

I remember. I was about three years old. My mom had me over her lap.

Yes. I was about 10, and mom had not taken my temperature rectally herself for years. I had the stupid idea of heating the thermometer near a lamp as she was gone, instead of inserting it in my behind under the bed covers and keeping it there. She returned early, saw me thermometer in hand and with no explanation why, and as punishment for cheating took my temperature rectally herself and spanked me.

Don’t remember specifically the details but I would have been around age 10. She used a bd digital thermometer mainly but had a bd glass one as a back up. It was always on my tummy on my bed.

I don't recall the last time mom took my temperature in the rectum.

It was most likely in 1977 mom always took my RT when sick or before an enema, so since I left home in 1977 and I don't recall having one from mom after I was on my own. It would have to be in 1977.

I remember very well the circonstances, because it gave rise to a small incident.

It was the winter of 1964. I was 12 and I had been having a kind of cold for a few days and my mother had been monitoring my rectal temperature for a few days as she called the doctor.

The doctor came and, as my mother reported to him my temperature chart, I realised she had been giving smaller temperature figures than the ones she was now reporting to the doctor.

After the doctor left, I was very angry at my mother, asking her: '' why did you lie to me ? ''. She anwered: ''I did not want to worry you''. I said : '' l am not a baby any more, am I ?" and I started crying .

A few hours later, both my father and my mother came to my bedside and my father said: ' ''your mom and I have had a discussion and we have concluded that you are now old enough to take cake of your temperature'' and he presented me with a brand new rectal thermometer.

Was this growing up ?

Yes I remember my last time that my mother took my temperature rectally....the only way she feels accurate I might add. I was home alone with the kids and on a very rare occasion was not feeling at all well. My husband was out of town on business and when my mother found out my condition during a phone call., she insisted on coming over to help look after the kids. She showed up with my father who took the kids out for lunch. I was resting in bed when she showed up with a jar of lube and a thermometer and told me to turn over on my stomach. I told her no not that way but knew it was going to happen despite my objection. She pulled down my pajamas and lubed me thoroughly and pushed that cold thermometer up my behind and held it twisting it back and forth like she always did when I was young. I was running a temperature and soon I heard water running in the bathroom and she pretty quickly showed up with bulging enema bag. Long story short, I was filled to the brim with warm soapy water and made to wait 10 minutes. After a second rinse enema, I have to say that I felt ever so much better and carried on the rest of day as if I never felt bad. I believe I was around 40 years old at the time but the experience took me back to my childhood experiences which were twice a week. Mothers know best!! lol

I have shared this anecdote in other posts, so sorry for the repeat, but it seems relevant here as well.

I was 10 or 11, and home sick from school. Mom wanted to take my temperature before calling the doctor, but couldn't find (or maybe she had broken) the glass oral thermometer. As a result, she seemed genuinely sorry, but had to get a rectal reading.

I put up, not so much a fight as a bit of passive resistance, as one would expect from a pre-teen boy. However, I was secretly thrilled, since I had wanted to have it taken the "baby way" ever since having been switched (involuntarily) to oral several years before.

My heart was pounding as Mom came into my bedroom with the thermometer already shaken down and the end coated with a thick glob of Vaseline. She had me roll over onto my stomach and pulled my pyjama pants and undershorts down to my knees. After spreading my cheeks, she deftly inserted the thermometer. I still remember feeling the cold tip as it went deep inside. She then pulled up the bed sheets to give me privacy and left the room.

To my great embarrassment, Mom mentioned the event to my little sister, who came into my room with a little smirk and waited with me as the thermometer registered. She couldn't see anything, but knew very well what was going on, which was also somehow a thrill for me. It turned out I did have a fever, so was confined to bed for the rest of the day.

Unfortunately, my adventure came to a quick end, since a few hours later Mom bought a new oral thermometer, which she proceeded to use for follow-up measurements. To this day, I regret not having shown more receptivity to the idea of a rectal temp, since it just might have encouraged her to continue that way, at least for a few years. But the incident left a lasting impression on me, and still serves as a nice source of fantasy.

I honestly have no recollection of getting my temperature taken rectally by anyone outside of a play setting.

I was nine and a half and in fourth grade the last time my mother took my temperature rectally. I still remember the date: Thursday, February 23, 1984. I recall it was the day after the "bubble boy" died. I woke up feeling very under the weather. When my mother came downstairs, I told her I didn't feel well. She went to get the oral thermometer and placed it under my tongue. A few minutes she removed it, and for whatever reason she didn't trust the result. So she told me she wanted to try it again, this time in my bottom (she probably said tushie). She sent me up to my bedroom and told me she'd be up once she saw my younger sister off to school. Around twenty minutes later, she entered my bedroom with the thermometer with the red tip in its gray case and a tub of Vaseline in tow. I remember that I didn't put up a fuss. I was embarrassed at the thought of any of my friends (especially the girls) knowing that my mom still took my temperature sometimes rectally, but there must have been an part of me that submitted to it willingly. I can still remember lying bare-bottomed on my stomach, that ineffable feeling of the penetration of the thermometer into my rectum, and then my mother holding the thermometer between her fingers like a cigarette as her hand held my buttocks together. This has become something of a sacred memory for me. I couldn't have known at the time that this would be the last time my temperature would be taken rectally. I remember a few years later, when I was twelve, I was sick on a Sunday afternoon lying on my parents' bed watching TV and my mother came upstairs to take my temperature. When she took the oral thermometer out of my mouth, she furrowed her brow, and said, "D-, you're not going to like this, but I think I need to take it again"--and for a second I thought (and probably unconsciously hoped) she was going to tell me she had to take it rectally. But no, she just wanted me to get off the electric blanket I was lying on, which she felt had interfered with the measurement, and to take it again orally. I remember that while taking it a second time orally, my younger sister and her friend walked into the room without knocking, and I thought: imagine if they had seen me with the thermometer in my bottom.

Yes I remember my last time that my mother took my temperature rectally...

Sounds like you have a wonderful mother who knew what was best for you without a doubt.

I don’t remember if she ever did unless I was a baby and couldn’t keep it in my mouth like I could as an older child. I feel like I’m in the minority here cause I never got enemas or my temp taken rectally or all these other kinky things y’all had happen to you. It almost sounds wrong.

I remember an incident when I was sick. I was about 13 at the time and my mother wanted to measure my fever to see if it had risen or fallen. At that time, there were no other than mercury glass meters with a measurement time of 15 minutes. I was so lively despite the fever that the 15 minutes of standing still with the meter under my arm felt like an eternity and I protested against the procedure. Mom gave up and left the room, I then thought I was done with the measurement, but at the same time my mom came back and there was a small jar with her!. After that, things were no longer discussed, but soon I was in bed with my pants down and a greased meter in my butt. this was the last memory of a rectal fever

I had my temperature taken rectally both at the doctor’s office and at home all throughout high school. My parents always did things the way the doctor advised them to. When I entered college I was switched to the oral thermometer. I was feeling finally I’m a big boy. If the reading was pretty high they would still take it again rectally. This circumstance happened only a couple of times, but when it did I went from a big boy to a child pretty quickly.

This is for Fontana,

Those few times when your parents took your rectal temperature while you were in college….didn't you try to resist it?

Could you describe exactly what happened in those occasions?

Thanks!

@enema503 Yes, I told her it wasn’t necessary. My parents always followed what the doctor did, or told them to do. In today’s world this would not have happened; however, in the college dorm I knew a few guys who had rectal thermometers in their rooms. These were obviously packed by their moms, and I guess just accepted. So I knew I wasn’t alone in this, and therefore I would comply.

Both I and my college roommate had a rectal thermometer. Mom didn't give it to me, I took it on my own.

My last time I was 18, the summer before college, and had gotten my wisdom teeth out. My mom switched to oral when I was around 3, so it had been 15 years since tye last time. I felt really hot and my mom was worried I might be getting an infection. She hesitated and then told me it wasn’t going to really be accurate in my mouth because I had just had oral surgery, and would I let her take it in my bottom. She said I could do it myself if I wanted, but I had never done that and was worried about doing it wrong. She had me lay on my stomach on her bed and pull my jeans and panties down to my knees, and dipped the glass rectal thermometer (that hadn’t seen much action in the last decade since my younger brother outgrew it too) in vaseline. She told me to relax, and I felt her spread my cheeks and felt the air hit my anus. She slid it in gently but firmly, and I think I whined a little. I remember it being cold and a little uncomfortable, along with the flushed embarrassment of being a young adult with a thermometer in my bottom. She held it in and watched the bedside clock until it had been three minutes. At one point I started squirming a little and she told me to hold still and put her other hand on my lower back. Finally she withdrew it and I quickly pulled my pants back up. Turns out I didn’t have a fever, so that was the only time she took it. I remember the humiliation of feeling my greasy bottom as I went to my bathroom to wipe the vaseline off. I masturbated to that memory for YEARS.

I can vaguely remember lying across my mother's lap on the living room sofa and having my temperature taken rectally when I was perhaps four years old.

My last time when my parents took my temperature was at age 16 when I suffered from tonsillitis. Afterwards I wasn't ill as long as I lived in my parents house. There was no other choice for me than getting the thermometer up my bum, and for me it was an accepted method of temperature taking. It was done like ever, using some baby oil as lube , my mom always told me to lie on my side, my dad didn't want a specific position (most times I laid on my stomach).

To the point of faking sick: I did it 3 times (one time as a 12yo and 2 times when I was 14), and luckily my mom was in a hurry and didn't stay in my room, so I could heat the thermometer up lil over 39 degrees with the help of my anglepoise lamp and reinserted it before anyone came back to me. I practiced it for long time but I was that nervous. And I got quite more nervous when my mom gave me a Paracetamol suppository immediately after withdrawing the thermometer, because I thought my temperature will then be too low. I had to see my pediatrician who took my temperature again, and I was so glad that my temperature stayed normal. Luckily I could tell him that my mom had given me a suppository before. One time he said that he believed me because he should have seen it on my bumhole, maybe some particles of the melted suppository or whatever, I really blushed in that moment…

When I was 10 or 11. I had the flu and she broke the oral thermometer late at night after the pharmacy was closed.

I protested mildly when she told me she was going to take it in my butt, but in reality I could not believe my luck!

She took it with the very thermometer she had taken my temperature with when I was younger.

@RT_boy, your experience sounds very similar to one I had at the same age (posted in this thread about 2 years ago). At that age, I guess we felt that we had to pretend to be displeased, even if we were secretly thrilled.

I was, maybe 5, and in Kindergarten.

I was about 10 at the time . It was during the winter months as I remember coming in to warm up with hot chocolate . While getting warm mom said I looked pale and wanted to check my temperature. I followed her to the master bedroom . While I waited mom went into the bathroom for the thermometer. I was 10 and expected it orally. However I was told it would give a fale reading as a result of the hot chocolate. Mom has me drop my pants and step from them.

Now seated on the bottom of the bed and thermometer alongside her I watched as she shook it down. Seating the thermometer down my mom lowered my underwear and cast it aside. I then was taken over knee. Mom put a lubricant on the thermometer and parted my cheeks. Then she inserted the thermometer and held in place between her finger tips. Four minutes later it was removed. I had a slight fever and stayed in the rest of that day.

Yes I do, it was the winter before I got 12 years old (Birthday in April). It was normal to me getting my temperature rectally. So it was not a big deal, I came home from school, not feeling well, means feeling really awfull. So my mom told me to change my clothes to more comfortable one an waiting in my room. Because I was really sick I did not start discussions, this time. She came in to take my temperature on my bed, as always on my tummy. I had something over 39,5. She ask me if I want a suppository and I agreed. After sleeping a while, mom went shopping, she came back with a brand new ear thermometer telling me that I started being too old for getting my temperature done rectally. She bought some paracetamol syrup too.

I have to say that I was feeling something like kind of a pity, which I was not able to explain it at that time.

My Mom always took my temperature rectally until I moved away from home in my late 20's.

Id say it was pretty late maybe early teens.

With our own it was much earlier maybe 10 or so.

Last time mom took my temperature was around 13 or 14.

I had a flu with high temperature and until then mom only knew one accurate way of taking a temperature.

Next time I was ill with 15, I was offered to have my temperature taken orally.