Was there a specific thing at your pediatrician’s office that embarrassed you?

I’m not talking about something that was done during the exam but more like a decoration or piece of equipment that only pediatricians have. For me it was always a little embarrassing to look at the little scale that they use for babies. I don’t know why but it makes me feel like a little boy again. I also got a similar feeling when seeing the stack of info brochures for boys and girls puberty.

Definitely the puberty brochures on the wall, I opened one up once and turned bright red.

Clown paintings on the walls!

The big exam table, with the white paper on top, against the wall inside the door and the scale on the far wall !!

My Mom always would point out the scale and remind me of when I fit in it. Hated having Mom in the exam room.

If you are embarrassed should switch to a family doctor or internist. once I turned 18 switched to an internist. couldn't wait to leave the pediatrician's office. no way I could of stayed until 21.

For me, it definitely had to be the decorations in both the waiting and exam rooms. All the rooms had an over abundance of clowns, balloons and cartoon characters painted on the walls. Also In the exam rooms, were these little “kiddy” chairs which by the time you reached 9 years old you felt like a giant. His “instruments” were all laid out including the rectal thermometer, orchidometer and puberty booklets.

Definitely scared to hear or see the nurse with a metal container that usually carried injections inside

The strong smell of alcohol and the jar of Vaseline on the small table.

I was embarrassed by the toys, games, and books for children in the waiting room. I also remember being embarrassed by the testicular self examination pamphlet that the nurse presented to me yearly upon entering the exam room. I remember the nurse would say, “doctor wants you to have this." She would follow with, “she'll be discussing it with you during the exam." I knew that meant that my pediatrician would be spending ample time examining my genitals. I always wondered if it was an excuse to have access to teenage boys genitals.

The balloon wallpaper

I knew that meant that my pediatrician would be spending ample time examining my genitals. I always wondered if it was an excuse to have access to teenage boys genitals.

Really?? Your pediatrician was that unprofessional to make you think she just wanted to grope boys? She should have lost her license, if that were so.

Does being naked from the beginning and wait Dornier like that count?

she and Mom laughed out loud as the Nurse offered me one of the diapers stacked on the shelves. Just for old time's sake, she said, since I would not be returning to their office. Mom carried my shorts home in her purse while I wore a diaper home.

Good grief! I was a docile kid, never wanting to get into any trouble.

But I swear, if any nurse/doctor had tried putting me in diapers at 14 years old, even as a miserable infantile joke in bad taste, I would have thrown a fit to end all fits. That was simply the ultimate in humiliation. Enough to make a bitter enemy for life out of me.

Does being naked from the beginning and wait Dornier like that count?

why was that?

In teenage years, the decorations we so kid related. At 18 going to pediatrician and still that feeling of being a little kid. Doctor seemed to still examine as if little boy with Rectal temperature.

It was a very long time ago, but I still remember being at the pediatrician's office. It was in an addition to his home.

Along the window was an examine table, not the modern ones but a table. It was padded and covered with a pink rubber sheet. Under the table, on a shelf, were stacks of diapers. They were not for wearing but one was placed on the table for you to sit on. Sort of like the paper covers of today. Being young I was always afraid that they might put a diaper on me.

I also had the decorations that were embarassing. Something about being naked with your mom and a psychotic looking clown seeing you was more thanenough!

Both thermometers on the counter visibly soaking in alcohol in their transparent plastic stands deeply concerned me. I always knew which one I was going to get. I didn’t take my eyes off of it until it was in my butt where I could no longer see it.

No I like all of it

It was the scale in the hallway. There was a baby scale on a table and a scale We stood on to get weighed and have our height measured. I always blushed walking down The hall because I knew I would soon be standing on it while stripped to my underpants. Sometimes I saw one of the other patients being weighed and I felt bad for them because I knew how embarrassed I was when some one saw me—especially if it was a girl or worst of all someone I knew from school.

The Norman Rockwell print of the shot. Hanging on the wall next to the exam table.

@backster I guess your Doctor did the same Routine to you like he did to the little Kids? Like being weighed almost nude and temp taken rectally?

When I take my son to the pediatrician, he is restless from the moment I tell him and, of course, throughout the review. He knows that she is a woman-pediatrician and I have noticed that in the waiting room he listens carefully to any sound that comes from inside the office to make sure that it really is the woman-pediatrician, which at the same time worries him more because I suppose he thinks about everything that is going to examine him. I would like to be inside the heads of all pre-adolescent children since the mother tells them that they have a medical check-up at their pediatrician. I am very eager to know the experiences of men in their early teens, knowing that they were going for a medical check-up

@MotherLauraSpain May i ask how old your son is?

Having to bear my butt for the shot that I knew was coming every time I went there sick. I got a penicillin shot every time I went for an ear ache or sore throat. Sometime my mother would have to take me back two or three days later for another shot in the butt. I hated them.

That hatred as a child turned into a fetish as an adult. I love shots in the butt now. I loving bearing my butt for a lovely lady who is going to give me the shot.

@Buttshotlover for me, and more many others it wasn’t the shot itself that was embarrassing. It was the fact that there were others that knew what was happening, either because they saw a nurse carrying a syringe into the exam room, or heard a careless “go on in and take down your pants” when they were within hearing, or they saw your face, or watched you limping, or rubbing your behind, as you exited through the waiting room.

I would like to be inside the heads of all pre-adolescent children since the mother tells them that they have a medical check-up at their pediatrician.

From what I can remember at that young age, the idea of injections or embarrassment or examinations did not much ever bother me.

However I was often scared silly the doctor would find something wrong with me that I wasn't aware of and that, aside from being potentially debilitating and fatal (don't forget nuns in school scaring kids silly of death and eternity), would make my mother treat me completely different, like some sort of invalid or handicapped child and change my whole life with unimaginable restrictions.

What I mostly wanted when young was to be left alone and not bothered over or mothered or treated like a wimp. Doctor's visits were always a threat to that.

However I was often scared silly the doctor would find something wrong with me that I wasn't aware of and that, aside from being potentially debilitating and fatal, would make my mother treat me completely different, like some sort of invalid or handicapped child and change my whole life with unimaginable restrictions.

That jogged my memory (woke up some old old brain cells) that I had similar fears when I was young that the doc would find something devastatingly wrong with me that I could/would probably die from.

Now as I am getting to be “not so young” anymore, I have some of the same concerns. Someday the doc will tell me the bad news and that I should make the most of the time I have left. Believe me - I WILL certainly live it up!!!

Now as I am getting to be “not so young” anymore, I have some of the same concerns. Someday the doc will tell me the bad news and that I should make the most of the time I have left. Believe me - I WILL certainly live it up!!!

@gwhap most definitely. I don’t know if there was something I was afraid the doctor would find when I was young, although I suspect my parents were, as the polio vaccine came about when I hit double digits, as they say. But as one not so young now, anything that would likely shorten my already shorter time horizon is of concern at each visit.