What was the most thorough physical of your life?

@Patient414 good questions.

Yes, it was the first time a real doctor had seen my anus (play docs….another story…). It caught me off guard a bit because this was the third FAA physical I'd had-- one included testicle palpation and hernia, the other was just quick hernia. So he added the penis exam plus the anus. After he finished my hernia exam, he just told me to turn around and bend over. He spread my cheeks with his gloves hand, didn't touch the anus. Didn't say anything else, just “okay, well you can stand up and pull your pants up now.” Also, interesting it wasn't the last part of the exam. He still had some walking / Neuro type stuff, and all I could think about while standing there doing these other things was that this man had just squeezed my glans penis and seen my anus.

@Xposeher. WTF?

“After the speculum exam he rammed two fingers into her and fingered her for several minutes. She twisted and squirmed on the table and made horrible grimacing faces”

My question is, was this a time travel hysteria specialist from Victorian tmes? Fingered her (ass & vagina) for two minutes?

The army physical by far no questions asked in line with 50-100 other guys in our underwear. Took all damn day long

I guess in some ways I was lucky because all of my physical exams were very thorough. I am old enough that that was simply what was done in the good old days. I was always nude for part of the exam but with a new pediatrician in 6th grade through 12th I was nude for the entire exam.

Probably my most thorough exam was my pre-college physical exam at the end of my senior year. My dad took me to his doctor instead of my pediatrician - I am not sure why because I really liked my pediatrician, but the new doctor gave me the most thorough physical exam up until then.

My father's doctor was an ex-Army doctor. There were lots of those around back then, left over from WW2, Korea, and the ongoing Vietnam War. My father's doctor was of WW2 vintage.

My father took me to the appointment and came into the exam room with me. I expected he would since prior to that my mother had come in for my pediatric exams. We waited only a short time in the waiting room - the long wait took place in the exam room. A nurse or medical assistant brought us back to the room and I was instructed to “get undressed”, no gown was offered. In those days boys and young men were not expected to be modest.

So I stripped down to my boxer shorts - at my pediatrician I always waited in my underpants. But after an awkward moment my dad told me to take off my boxer shorts because this was a “man's exam” and I would not need them. So I took them off and sat on the table nude. My dad had seen me nude lots of times and I was not shy about him seeing me nude, but it was always in a changing or showering situation. This felt awkward, sitting there nude with nothing to do. And it took about 15 minutes for the doctor to show up. This was to be the usual pattern with this doctor.

When my dad's doctor came in he quickly launched into the exam, but since he and my father had known each other for years, there was a lot of banter between the two of them during which the doctor paused the exam, leaving me nude on the table. The exam was very thorough and there was nothing left untouched. He examined my penis and my testicles first lying on the exam table but then he had me stand up where he examined my testicles again and then examined my penis, which by this point was hard. Since 8th grade I had always gotten erections during physicals.

The big difference between this exam and my others was that after doing the hernia exam the doctor pulled out a glove and tube of lube from his lab coat, and told me to turn around, spread my feet, bend over, and grab onto my ankles. I had heard of rectal exams but never expected to be getting one at this exam - I was not yet even 18 years old. And my father was still in the exam room. The doctor rimmed my hole with his finger for a few moments and then seemingly effortlessly he slid his finger all the up into me. I actually was pretty surprised how easily it went in. He stayed in there for seemingly a long time but it probably was not; it just seemed that way since I was positioned so that my dad could actually see his doctor's finger go up into my rectum.

When the doctor was finished he pulled out his fingers and then used some tissues to wipe my backside. That was probably the most humiliating part of the exam.

On the way back home my dad asked me if my pediatrician ever examined my rectum, and I said “no”, and then dad said that I took it like a man and he was proud of me.

On the way back home my dad asked me if my pediatrician ever examined my rectum, and I said “no”, and then dad said that I took it like a man and he was proud of me.

That sounds almost the most humiliating bit to me..!

My family history dictates a full body skin check from the dermatologist every six months. She is quite thorough. She checks the underside of my testicles, my penis, my anus, everywhere. Completely nude and always with a female assistant.

That sounds almost the most humiliating bit to me..!

That sounds almost the most humiliating bit to me..!

Yes, my father talking to me about the rectal exam that he just witnessed his doctor giving me was definitely strange. But over the years I got used to it.

I guess in some ways I was lucky because all of my physical exams were very thorough. I am old enough that that was simply what was done in the good old days. I was always nude for part of the exam but with a new pediatrician in 6th grade through 12th I was nude for the entire exam.

Probably my most thorough exam was my pre-college physical exam at the end of my senior year. My dad took me to his doctor instead of my pediatrician - I am not sure why because I really liked my pediatrician, but the new doctor gave me the most thorough physical exam up until then.

My father's doctor was an ex-Army doctor. There were lots of those around back then, left over from WW2, Korea, and the ongoing Vietnam War. My father's doctor was of WW2 vintage.

My father took me to the appointment and came into the exam room with me. I expected he would since prior to that my mother had come in for my pediatric exams. We waited only a short time in the waiting room - the long wait took place in the exam room. A nurse or medical assistant brought us back to the room and I was instructed to “get undressed”, no gown was offered. In those days boys and young men were not expected to be modest.

So I stripped down to my boxer shorts - at my pediatrician I always waited in my underpants. But after an awkward moment my dad told me to take off my boxer shorts because this was a “man's exam” and I would not need them. So I took them off and sat on the table nude. My dad had seen me nude lots of times and I was not shy about him seeing me nude, but it was always in a changing or showering situation. This felt awkward, sitting there nude with nothing to do. And it took about 15 minutes for the doctor to show up. This was to be the usual pattern with this doctor.

When my dad's doctor came in he quickly launched into the exam, but since he and my father had known each other for years, there was a lot of banter between the two of them during which the doctor paused the exam, leaving me nude on the table. The exam was very thorough and there was nothing left untouched. He examined my penis and my testicles first lying on the exam table but then he had me stand up where he examined my testicles again and then examined my penis, which by this point was hard. Since 8th grade I had always gotten erections during physicals.

The big difference between this exam and my others was that after doing the hernia exam the doctor pulled out a glove and tube of lube from his lab coat, and told me to turn around, spread my feet, bend over, and grab onto my ankles. I had heard of rectal exams but never expected to be getting one at this exam - I was not yet even 18 years old. And my father was still in the exam room. The doctor rimmed my hole with his finger for a few moments and then seemingly effortlessly he slid his finger all the up into me. I actually was pretty surprised how easily it went in. He stayed in there for seemingly a long time but it probably was not; it just seemed that way since I was positioned so that my dad could actually see his doctor's finger go up into my rectum.

When the doctor was finished he pulled out his fingers and then used some tissues to wipe my backside. That was probably the most humiliating part of the exam.

On the way back home my dad asked me if my pediatrician ever examined my rectum, and I said “no”, and then dad said that I took it like a man and he was proud of me.

It's likely the doctor had to check your father's prostate on a regular basis, a condition or family history that would justify starting checking yours at 17. Sounds like they decided the best way to get you started would be for your father to be at your first “man exam” to reassure you this is how it is. If you were expected to need prostate exams as part of your regular physicals from that early age, the pride would be about how well you took your first of many to come.

Did you get the all clear and avoid them till your 40s ? Did you go to your father's doctor by yourself during summers home from college?

It was at 12yo at pediatrician. He asked me to undress completely. He checked me first standing then bending, finaly on the examination table. Auscultation, abdomen palpation, testicles, accurate penis and glans exam, anus spreading buttocks and anal sphincter with his finger avoiding only a deep insertion in the rectum. It was very throughfull taking at least 40 minutes. He compiled a lot of papers including a Tanner staging card.

“the most through physical” of my life?, It most have been the one physical I've got when I started the 2nd grade. Doctor went a little overboard. At least that's what I thought at the age of 7.

At age 14 I transitioned from foster care to my adopted family. A thorough physical was one of the final hurdles in the adoption process.The exam was rather detailed including an unnecessary (my doctor agreed ) rectal examination. Regretfully it was on the form so this archaic component of my physical exam had to be done.

When my family took me in at age 11 I had a physical exam along with a neuropsychological assessment including an IQ test. Although I was emotionally damaged due to abuse and neglect, I was deemed as intellectually above average than my peers (I am not bragging, it is what it is). When the dreaded news of a rectal examination was disclosed to me (I knew what it entailed more or less) I became quite upset. My pediatrician understood my stress level and was able to calm me down.(God bless her) She suggested we get the rectal and genital exam done first that way I would be less stressed out. Smart idea.

When the unpleasantness was done my doctor gave me a few minutes to do some deep breathing exercises to calm me down. Deep breathing exercises help me to this day.

Although none involved any internal exams or probing, all my pediatric phys exams felt very thorough. Probably because they were during puberty. The sensations remain with me today.

@GraceT completely agree I remember my teenage exams like they were yesterday.

The induction physical as a new one inductee of course because it was a group exam but very thorough , more than any school exam, and it lasted a long time since we were a large group and might wait in line naked until all young men were examined which took a great timebefore being allowed to get out and dress again. It was the time I had my first rectal exam with a finger inserted in the rectum by the military doctor. We might even do some exercices in the nude in front of the military doctor

It was even more throrough than the mandatory physical examination in a pre- military center at 18 age to decide of fitness tof draftees of military service , it was also naked for almost all a morning with several medical stations and long time of waiting in a corridor supervised by several non commisioners officers, no privacy at all, a long genitals inspections and intimate questions in open and a long skin exam and also check of the spine and a visual inspection of the butt area and even ass hole but without insertion of a finger.

Younger, it was the exam by a female doctor assisted by a female nurse in presence of my dad at 15 age in the nurse office of a society medical center to check my fitness to be member of a society club to learn swimming. I was also naked from the beguinning to the end and like I had no previous medical form, she performed a complete exam.

Not so much a physical as a very thorough exam, my first appointment with my former OB/Gyn was very involved. This doctor was measuring the degree of my prolapse, so following the normal abdominal palpating and pelvic exam, he raised the head of the exam table, inserted a finger or two into my vagina, and asked me to bear down like I was having a bowel movement.

“Push, push, push!”

It was very strange, and probably the most embarrassed I have ever been in an exam. But he diagnosed me with a grade 3 prolapse… fun fun… and explained that, someday in the future, we may want to discuss hysterectomy options.

My second most thorough exam - again, not a physical - was with a neurologist during the second trimester of the pregnancy of my fourth child.

I cannot remember exactly when it was - maybe in February or early March - I woke one morning and the world was spinning so tilt-a-whirlishly that not only could I not stay on my feet, I worshipped the porcelain god several times because the nausea and the movement I was perceiving was so intense, I could not keep anything down. Naturally, my husband took me to the ED, and it was not long before I had IV fluids, antiemetics that did absolutely no good whatsoever, and a vertigo diagnosis.

But when you are pregnant, diagnosing WHY you have vertigo gets interesting because there are diagnostics that they do not want to use for fear of causing problems to the baby, etc., of course. And medications can be tricky for the same reason. There were a lot of risk vs benefits discussions and eventually I was referred to the head of neurology following an MRI.

The neurological exam that I had was actually really cool, although difficult because of the intractable dizziness. I had to do these little “exercises” so that he could assess the cranial nerves one by one, my proprioception, etc. Normally, they would be very simple for someone to execute - for example, I had to stand still with my eyes closed and hold my arms out straight in front of me for 39 seconds to see if my arms drifted. With my eyes closed, I had to touch my ear, my nose, my chin, the repeat with the other hand. I had to look may the eye chart and answer some questions about what I could and could not see, then he assessed my visual tracking very carefill, very much like during a yearly eye exam… but it took a lot longer because there was a lot of repetition.

All in all, the first exam took about an hour. It was difficult because my balance was off. But he showed me some exercises I could do to help slow the spin, prescribed some meclizine, stated I was unsafe to drive or go to work until receiving medical clearance, and scheduled me for a one-week follow up.

The follow-up visit was much more successful, as the vertigo was much better by then. I was able to complete all of the exercises and he finally said, at the end “there is no neurological reason why you have vertigo, nothing shows up on your labs, so we are going to chock it up to the high probability that crystals in your ears are being troublesome.”

I had the vertigo for three weeks - the first three days it was constant, with little to no relief. But eventually it cleared and I learned some techniques to slow the roll. Every now and then I do get a twinge, but it has not been handicapping to the degree that it was at that time.

The most thorough was from a play doctor I have written it up in my posts 80 and 81

My most through exam was from the DR. I have now. Before my first visit he wanted blood work done, a full panel. Very complete. E. K. G. Urinalysis, Then he told me he would go over everything with me before my exam. The day of the actual exam he came in introduced himself. Went over all of the results in detail explaining what everything meant. Then handed me a gown, and told me to take everything off including my socks. And have a seat on the table. Once I was sitting on the table he looked at me smiled and asked me if he was making me nervous. I told him no. He said good now I'm going to get to know you. He started the exam with my scalp.Then just kept working his way down. When he got to my chest he lowered the gown checked my heart and lungs, and my back put the gown back up. Then continued with my legs and feet.When he was done with my feet. He told me to lay back on the table. Then he raised the gown examined my abdomen with his hands, and stethoscope. With out saying anything started giving me a very thorough genital exam. This whole time he had said maybe five words. When he was done he told me to stand up, and stand on the little pull out step at the end of the exam table. Then he did tell me he was going to check me for a hernia. He checked me on both sides twice. Then told me to lay back down, and roll on to my left side, then bring my right knee up to my chest. When I did this I could feel the gown fall open and knew what was next. He didn't say anything just stepped up behind me, told me to turn a little more, when I did I could feel my cheeks pull apart. Then I felt him take his hands and spread my cheeks really wide as he looked at my anus, then he let go and started to walk around the table. He took maybe two steps turned back around. Put his thumbs on my butt cheeks and spread them again this time actually pulling my anus open and looking. When he was done this time he walked around the exam table over to a cabinet. Took out a small packet of lubricant, I watched as he lubed his finger. He walk over behind me without saying anything. I felt my cheeks being spread open, and his slimy finger touching me for maybe half a second, then his finger was going up inside of me. When he was done pushing and twisting his finger in me. He pulled it out. Smeared it on a card, took his gloves off, and told me I was done, I could get dressed. I was physically in good health. This was the first time I saw him. I have been seeing him now going on ten years. And nothing has really changed. The only thing that has changed, he doesn't have put a gown on, he just has me take my pants and underwear down.

The most thorough I ever had ended up being an FAA exam intended for pilots... all I wanted was a reg physical. The nurse took me back the the room, told ne to strip and then had ne get in t by e table, knee-chest. She gave me two fleets at the same time which never happened for a reg physical. While I waited gor the enemas yo work, she sat down and filled out forms. After about 10-15 min, she let me get up sit on the toilet which was behind a curtain in the room. While I was sitting there, she pulled the curtain and started doing vitals, with me still pooping every couple minutes.

The rest of the physical was handled by the dr which was pretty much routine, but included eyes

When all that was done he looked in every opening I had. When all that was done , I was sent down the hall to th xray tech and was given a barium enema. My belly was still gurgling from the fleets & told her i felt like i gad to go again, but she but she held up the enema nozzle and inflated the balloon & said, that was ok. She had me roll in my side, put y

The nozzle in kind of quickly abd inflated it none too soon. After that, she let me get up and squat over the toilet and pulled the nozzle out.

I can add a story about a pretty thorough physical examination a couple of years ago. I had to find a new doctor for what has been an annual physical exam over the past 12 years. My usual doctor had moved jobs to go and teach at a London medical school. So, instead of a doctor and routine that I was familiar with, I had a bit of uncertainty.

This examination with a doctor I did not know did not start well. My fault. I arrived just at the last moment in the waiting room. The doctor came into the waiting room at the same time as I did. The receptionist told me to go straightaway in with the doctor and they both reassured me that all tests like blood tests and weighing and measuring would be done by the doctor.

In the doctor's office the examination table was located behind a curtain and there was a comfortable chair at right angles to the doctor's desk [thank goodness not on the other side of it]. The tone of the conversation was rather formal. The doctor called me Mr and I called him Doctor plus his surname in return. Unfortunately, the records from the previous doctor had not arrived so there was long and detailed questioning. Some of the answers to these questions were pretty automatic for me. I found that I was wondering about what form the actual examination would take. I had been thinking about this on the train coming to the appointment. I thought perhaps particular questions or comments by the doctor indicated the examination would include these items. For example, would questions about my exercise patterns and routines lead to extensive auscultation and scrutiny of my weight? I wondered whether questions about my waterworks meant a DRE. Did the question about self-checking indicate this would form part of the examination?

After the questions came the usual checks. My blood pressure fortunately turned out to be normal on the second attempt. A blood sample was taken and I was sent to the patient WC on the next floor to provide a sample. The clock in the corridor indicated that by now I had been with the doctor for just over 25 minutes.

Once back inside the doctor's office, the examination began. To begin with I was asked to take off my shoes in order to be weighed. The doctor then asked me to move behind the curtain with the instruction ‘Please take your trousers off, if you don't mind.’ I was a bit confused as to whether anything else was supposed to come off and so asked outright ‘Do you need me to strip down to my underwear?’ ‘Stripping to your underwear is good, yes please. Socks too. Sit on the examination couch and let me know when you are ready.’ So I knew now the examination would be thorough. But I wasn't sure what was included or in what order.

He began by checking my face and scalp for sun damage and checking my ears. He turned out the lights and used an ophthalmoscope to check my eyes. Then there was pretty extensive auscultation front and back of my heart and lungs. There were the neurological checks such as standing on one leg with my eyes closed, putting my finger onto my nose and pushing away the doctor's hands with my own hands and feet. He checked my feet. Then he surprised me by asking, ‘Remove or pull down your underwear so I can check you for hernias.’ The previous doctor had always done this examination and the other intimate stuff at the end. I opted to take my underwear off as I did not fancy pulling things back up or putting them back on when I climbed back onto the table. (I had not yet lain down on the table so knew that was going to happen.) I coughed in the right places. Next I was asked to climb onto the table and pull my knees up to my chest for the DRE. After that, I was asked to lie on my back for palpitation and auscultation of my abdomen. The doctor then asked for permission to do the genital exam after which I was told I could replace my underwear. The doctor tactfully went back to his desk behind the curtain for a few seconds.

Finally, the doctor checked movement in my legs and asked me to sit up so he could check my spine. This ended the examination and I was able to get dressed again and to come and sit down for feedback.

The doctor was more at his ease now and so was I! His feedback was easy to understand, positive and he was both helpful and friendly. This pleasant final part of the appointment was undoubtedly helped by the fact that my questions about exactly how this examination was going to go and what it was going to include were now over. Next year, I shall certainly try to see the same doctor again if only so I know what to expect. I hope members who read this description will have some sympathy with how I felt. But the doctor was courteous, asked permission and explained things in all the right places and could not have been more professional.

My pediatric exams as a teen. He would inspect every inch of my vulva, parting my labia and pushing back my clitoral hood. He also spent a good amount of time examining my breast buds. I found the touch of his big fingers between my legs and his close look at my body very arousing

Good god, @Kendz - what’s “very arousing” is your descriptions! I envy you those exams - they sound excruciatingly pleasureful!

And the doc was legit, right? Never gave you reason to doubt the need for his “thoroughness”?

I think my most thorough was when I was 16 or 17. I saw a different doc (in the same practice) than my usually one. He was thorough as my normal doctor but had me take off my underwear completely and finish the exam nude which was super embarrassing. Usually my normal doc allowed me to leave my underwear on during the entire exam, he would just go under when he had to. He also wanted to weigh me again and check my blood pressure which was embarrassing to do nude in front of him.