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

I know that my mother must have projected her personal concerns about my health in some way or another whenever we went to the doctor. She would get tense and press her lips together, hands on her lap, tightly clenching her purse.

It wasn't until decades later, after she'd died that I learned she'd had a child, a half-sister before me, who'd died just a few days old for no apparent cause except possibly from to nutrition problems during the occupation. No one ever said a word about it to me or my siblings. It was apparently meant to be kept from us, I know not for what real reason.

Anyway, knowing that now, I can fully understand her concern for her later kids. But I never knew a thing about it when young.

The result was that I always wanted to tough things out, never admit to feeling ill or being hurt (even with bloody scraped arms from bicycle falls and such … ha ha). Anything to avoid going to a doctor.

Responding to MotherLauraSpain's question about how guys felt when we were young boys/teens when our mothers told us we were going to the pediatrician for a checkup, I got excited (in a positive way) because it meant I would soon be forced to strip to underpants and then during the exam be stripped completely naked RIGHT IN FRONT OF MOM and she would be able to see my totally nude body and naked penis and testicles. Other than getting a needle in the arm I loved it all. It was great being natural and being not only allowed (even better, required) to strip to underpants and walk to the scale and then over to the exam table in nearly a total state of nature. It was wonderful feeling doc's caring and loving hands on my bare body and watching mom's look of satisfaction as she beheld her masterpiece with nearly bare body, plus a boy bulge in the underpants. She could see the excitement in my eyes and I could see the excitement in hers as doc got closer to the removal of the underpants. When they finally came off mom always broke into a big smile as her eyes darted down to my naked testicles and penis and her smile and eyes widened the whole time doc was palpating my genitals, as mom saw first my testicles and then my penis being moved around and literally manhandled. The only part I didn't like was when it ended and I had to get dressed. All through my boyhood and teenage years it never occurred to me that a physical exam was serious business and had the potential of discovering some terrible disease. My physicals were just a scintillating opportunity to let my mom enjoy seeing my naked body, and, especially after puberty, to see and hear the immense pleasure she expressed (both in her facial reaction at the time as well as in words in the car on the way home) about her delight that I was comfortable letting her see my hairy and developing penis and testicles.

When I had surgery at 10 years old I had to wear a gown with pink bunnies on it. Not only did dozens of nurses see me naked that day, but they got to see me wrapped up as a little baby girl in an effort to calm me with happy images.

In the examination room right before this one check-up with the pediatrician, I noticed there were a couple of puberty books right next to the window that I was curious enough to open when my mom was out of the room. Let’s just say looking at pictures of developing bodies and reading through the pages of the books I got through made me feel pretty nervous and red right before my exam.

They had this chair that you'd lean forward on and it spread your legs as you leaned on it. Almost kind of like reverse stirrups. It just spread your legs in your ass on it. I was never actually on it or anything. Never knew anything or anybody that was. Never actually heard anything about it maybe that's why it was mystical scary and embarrassing it was even there or I had to go to that office with that chair like

In my country patient privacy was not always observed. I hated when I was examined and the nurses, sometimes even other parents just walked in and they saw me exposed during different procedures.

When I had surgery at 10 years old I had to wear a gown with pink bunnies on it.

That would have bothered me and humiliated me far far more than being naked … imagine being dressed up as a baby at 10 years old. Any self-respecting boy would have raised bloody hell … ha ha.

The scale was in the hall, so was visuals during height and weight check in gown, bra, panties, and socks. Also, exam table had stirrups hidden, not sure why, but it did.

As a young kid being undressed down to my tightie whities. 😊

Nude waiting on the exam table. happened every year up until I left for college. have kids of my own today but they are offered a degree of modesty unlike me.

In my pediatrician's office was a small locker room where I had to take off all my clothes. Since the beginning of puberty I felt embarrassed waiting naked that the Doctor opened the door, sometimes the nurse also opened the door

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I agree with ArtTemp. Seeing both thermometers caused anxiety, then when it was time, hearing it was time to turn onto my tummy for my nurse.

The wallpaper with cartoons of nursery rhymes. The orchidometer only came out of the drawer once, when I was 14, but if that had come out at the subsequent visits, that would have taken the crown for most embarrassing.

It was the waiting undressed and then during the exam. The MFA taking off my panties and put me in position for the genital exam part. Then getting my weight measured naked after that. 😡😡

The doctor always would pull down the front of my pants and underwear and take a look at my genitals. Always the most embarrassing part!

When it comes to the equipment of the pediatrician's office, the table on which I was examined was embarrassing. I knew that my panties would always be lowered at the end of the examination. I was also embarrassed by the door. They were closed, but not locked. I was afraid that someone would look into my office and see me undressed.

For me it was the small talk and barrage of questions used to distract me. Laying on the table in just briefs being asked What did we have for lunch today? How was school? What's your favorite subject? Are we eating healthy snacks? Do you have any questions for me? What sports are we playing this year? All while touching my underarms, moving hands up and down my legs, examining the soles of my feet, palpating my abdomen and eventually lifting the elastic band of my briefs in one hand and progressing lower with the other. On most occasions I was soft, however, several hard and often leaking.

Another experience I remember being very embarrassing was when I was younger at the pediatrician and she had me laying on my stomach. She moved the stethoscope down my back and sides, percussed my back and hamstrings and then very subtly said lets take a peek and lifted the back of my briefs up and down exposing my bare buttocks. She had me flip over and palpated and percussed my chest, abdomen and lymph regions and then my quadriceps and shins. She worked her way back up and hooked my waistband and I was expecting her to lower but refrained from doing so. This gave me the disillusion I would not have to expose my genitals. At the end of the exam she sent my parents to the front desk to take care of the checkout (copay, etc…) and asked me to sit down in the chair my mother was seated in. She took my blood pressure then walked over to the counter to jot down some notes. She sat down in her stool and rolled over and began talking about how important it is to stay focused in school and avoid drinking and drugs. She told me to make sure I wear sun protection because it was summer and then “ok stand up.” I thought she was dismissing me but as I stood I she rolled in a few inches closer I was very confused because I was about to step forward and she was blocking my path to the door. I looked down and could just tell by the look in her face what was next. She hooked my waistband and lowered my white y front underwear down to my ankles. Her finger pressed into my scrotum feeling each testicle. Her left hand cupped the underside of my balls and right hand pressed into my pubic region. She used her right index finger to feel each inguinal canal and quickly and using this same index finger and thumb palpated the underside of my shaft lifting it straight up as she stared down into my slit. Both hands withdrew “okay I am going to leave you to get dressed and will see you next year.”

For me the giant scale that allow the Doctor to measure weight and height, also the examination table with the long paper stripe in the middle.

I remember with embarassment also the puberty poster on the wall and the white gloves near the exam table.

Would be awesome to meet a play Doctor with this equipments to reproduce this scenario 😀

Outside of the obvious-- lying on the table while the doctor put his hands down my underwear and felt my fully erect 16 yo penis with my dad watching…. I also found it embarrassing that after the exam as I was getting dressed, the doctor would be talking about me to my dad using phrases like, “Everything is in the underwear area.”

A painting of chickens on the wall.

My pediatrician had a large print of a norman rockwell painting on the wall (the one where the boy is pulling down his pants as the doctor prepares a syringe). Spent some time trying not to stare at it every visit.

https://www.medicalphilately.com/the-doctor-s-office-norman-rockwell

My pediatrician would take away my clothes to another room from the very beginning, leaving me only in my undies and shoes/socks, and would take them away as well for the rest of the appointment when the genital and rectal exam commenced, so I think not being allowed to have my clothes was the most humiliating thing, and to make matters worse, the injustice of it all seemed to make me aroused so I had a noticeable erection the entire time.

The female pediatrician during my high school years had an Orchidometer, and used it on me once. She pulled it out of the drawer and put it on the counter before she started my exam, and I didn't know what that was at first until she used it at the end of the exam. I did not have any problems, but I think she checked it with the instrument just to make sure.

That my parents would be in the room while I was undressed and for the testicular exam. They finally stopped going in when I was 17.

WhenI had to take my panties down t see my pussy (not a gyno exam)

Mine was always being in only my panties for the exam and then having the male doctor open the front and have a peek down them each time.

The wallpaper and the baby scale in every room.

For me it was the scales that looked huge with the beams on (or certainly looked big at that age) and the measuring stick against the wall next to it, with me having my weight and height taken whilst stripped to my briefs or boxers in front of my mother and big brother.