Humiliation at pediatrician office in 60s

In response to some of others post about pediatrician exams in the 60s. Up until the age of 12, my mother took me to a pediatrician that I very much disliked to put it mildly. All visits, whether sick or well, I was called back by nurse accompanied by my mother. Nurse told me to get undress and take all my clothes off except my underpants. Then told to get up on exam table. Had to wait forever and it was so cold, with my mother watching me. Shortly the nurse came in and told me step down and to stand on scales. After she weighted me, she told me to go get back up onto exams table where she instructed me to lay down and role over on my tum tum. Then she would always talk to me in baby talk and she would pull my panties down to my knees. She would retrieve the rectal thermometer and shake it down with 3 sharp wrist snaps, then as she was spreading my butt cheeks, she was taking baby talk and telling me to be a good little girl and lay still while she put the rectal temperature in my rectum. Then the pediatrician, male always gave me a extremely thorough exam. Put his cold hands on every inch of my body, and at the end he would tell me to lay down on table. He would pull my panties all the way down to my knees and he would touch my upper thighs and tell me to spread my legs open wide, at which point her would spread my labia, vulva and massage my vagina, genital all over, rubbing me up and down, all folds and crevices for a long time. It was the most humiliating and embarrassing thing I've ever went through. I was not a sick child, had no health issues, but my mother was obsessed with taking me to pediatrician office for any excuse she could find. And when she announced that we were going to see Dr. R. Today she would get this different tone in her voice and her whole demeanor would change. She had this sickening smile on her face. I told her I didn't like going to him and that I didn't like getting undressed. Of course she just ignored me, and finally when I turned 13, she took me and I just had to remove my top and finally had a oral temperature in my mouth. That was the last time she took me to pediatrician Dr. R. I wonder all the time why would a loving mother allow her 12 years old girl to be touched so intimately by a man? I am pretty sure she loved watching me being humiliated and embarrassed as she knew I hated it. Yes it still bothers me today

So sorry you had to go through that!

How horrible

A lot of what you describe is common to the era, except for all the touching of your genitalia, which does seem a bit odd.

But I had mostly the same treatment aside from that at different clinics. I was always told to strip to my underwear, and the door was closed. I could never figure out why, because once the door was open after that I rarely got much privacy. Once I was in my undies, the nurse would take me down the hall in nothing but my underwear to be weighed on the scale. You would pass other kids in the hall and there was no concern for anyone seeing me in nothing but skimpy white briefs. Once back in the room, if I was lucky the door would be completely closed, but more often it was only partially closed. Then it was hop up on the table for blood pressure and pulse. While she held my wrist I would be nervously sitting there staring at the jar of red tipped thermometers.

And then it was time. The nurses used baby talk with me as well, often calling me sweetie or honey when telling me to lie on my tummy and slide my undies down for then. They would often warn me it would be a little cold or tell me it wouldn’t hurt like I didn’t remember from the last time they took my temp. Then once it was in I got called a “good boy”. From that point they might talk to my mother would holding the thermometer in my bottom. They would ask her about my symptoms or other things like I wasn’t there. If I moved or said anything I would be told to be still or hushed.

Fortunately, though, the doctor rarely if ever checked my genitals or had me remove my underwear, except at 13 getting a rectal exam.

At the end of every visit the nurse would return with a needle on a metal tray, that always went in my butt. So the whole baby talk, on your tummy and undies down would be repeated until I got older and was allowed to lean over the table. I always got told to be brave or something along those lines, and got a toy or candy after, even if I screamed my head off.

Everything about pediatric visits was humiliating to me, although for me it was in the 70’s and 80’s. When younger it was bad enough, but as a teenager, and then all through high school, it was much worse. Rectal temperature was always taken, whether for a sick visit or general check up. Just the fact I needed to undress was humiliating, especially during and just after puberty. Parents required to be in the room was very embarrassing as well. Rectal temperature was done at home as well, as my parents followed whatever the doctor said. All this embarrassment morphed into the fetish I have about this.

The doc took advantage of you and your mom allowed it to happen…that's wrong.

I was a kid then, and was apparently fortunate to never have been through some of these horrible doctor’s visits. I heard stories from people who experienced it, especially in the New York area, which I was close to. At that time, some in the medical community, endorsed rectal temperature, especially before 18, and many generations before, were accustomed to it.

Yeah I would say that things definitely changed In more recent years. I have also heard stories from guys in their late 50s and 60s but never had those experiences growin up in the 80s and 90s. Most pediatrician visits that I recall were relatively benign though usually involved a quick genital check. I was usually just wearing shorts and the doc kind of reached down the pants.

I think that the experience of humiliation and embarrassment had to be the defining characteristic of the exam at that time. It surely set an imprint in my psyche as to what would happen, that is, the necessity of a rectal temperature. It was an experience that went from my be naive to then developing a recognition of having my bottom exposed, spread and then invaded. By the age of 9 or 10, there was no doubting that undressing was going to be required regardless of my feelings and that the RT was to happen. Thereafter, the physical sensations of a thermometer in my rectum started to take on new meaning and as puberty developed so did an erection. The later then would occur at home and during moments of dreaming and revisiting exam experiences. Now the mere thought of the thermometer or the doctor's exam of my genitals was enough to make me erect and ejaculate. Once I graduated to an adult exam and the experience of a DRE, the reactions grew more intense and have become a constant source of stimulation and relief. It feels weird to acknowledge that I may even look forward to having an exam due to these connections. The snap of the glove as I stand there naked is yet another layer of arousal in my mind. To think, all of this began by feeling embarrassed when I realized the nurse was going to take my temperature rectally.

It wasn’t at the pediatrician’s place that this occurred. It was at my friend’s house. She was home sick, which I was unaware of , went to see her and what I “saw” was unexpected. She was getting her rectal temperature taken by the family doctor as she lay on her stomach on her living room couch, her pj bottoms and panties pulled down And that glass rod w/ the numbers sticking out from between her cheeks. I noticed a bit more as her legs were slightly spread. Her Mom was there too.

Seemed at the time my friend didn’t have any qualms that I saw this. Had it been me, I’d have been mortified! Circa 1964. Home visits, teens and getting RTs not unheard of.

Embarrassing as I got older you really had no privacy at the pediatrician office or the emergency room. Really everything seems to go in your butt, thermometer ,suppository Or shots. most of the time it was busy place. nurse or nurses medical technician or a candy striper coming in out of the room . I remember having my temperature taking with the door open other people walking by laying on table with a thermometer in my butt mom and nurse talking as if nothing else was going on

I wonder why doctors would do that to a kid…maybe they liked their job too much? Were you in the exam room or in an open triage area?? Did people see you get your temp taken rectally on the exam table?? Did the nurse or doctor left the doors open??

I remember having my temperature taking with the door open other people walking by laying on table with a thermometer in my butt mom and nurse talking as if nothing else was going on

On the one hand everything, even working in a doctor's office, ends up being just a job and you get used to the conditions.

In a way it like like working in fashion modelling where changing clothes and nudity is simply how things have to be done. A friend of mine once was backstage at a fashion show and he was flabbergasted at the nudity on display. The models themselves didn't seem to care.

Or like working at a nudist resort. Service employees are clothed but had better get used to seeing naked people all the time or they wouldn't last. It all becomes a routine and you don't think about others.

Same with a doctor's office. They don't even notice anymore. And besides, since when have older people cared about what kids think or feel? Being made to go to school is already proof enough of that. Just like going to a doctor is for their ultimate good, but no one asks a kid's opinion about either. Adults don't have time to think about or pander to kid's feelings about much of anything.

There is behavior called “pathological nursing” where a parent, especially a mother, submits her child to unnecessarily invasive procedures. Maybe this is something like that through the proxy of the pediatrician.

I've also sometimes heard of mothers enjoying submitting their child to some invasive procedure (such as a teenage girl forced to undergo a pelvic exam) as a kind of reminder of who was boss or similar.

(Needless to say, both of these behaviors are pathological and indicate the parent is unfit to raise a child. Yet they exist.)

Our pediatrician's office was in her home she had an office on the first floor. Sick calls were done in her office with a desk and bathroom down the hall. The door was always wide open for sick calls. Well checks were done in another room that was connected but only the doc used that door you entered the well check from another door in the waiting room. Anyone sitting on the long bench outside the sick call could see and possibly hear everything. I always found that embarrassing. On more than one occasion was seen with thermometer in bum by some school mate. I also had seen others it was just the way it was.

Having rectal temperatures taken was the most humiliating and embarrassing, de basing experience for me. The feeling of being totally stripped naked in front of complete strangers, submissive, helplessly dominated and totally out of control and not knowing what to do about it. Seemed like it took an eternity to be over with and not knowing how to act or behave or what to say to get out of it or how to prevent it from happening again. This is what people must feel like when they are raped.

Having rectal temperatures taken was the most humiliating and embarrassing, de basing experience for me. The feeling of being totally stripped naked in front of complete strangers, submissive, helplessly dominated and totally out of control and not knowing what to do about it. Seemed like it took an eternity to be over with and not knowing how to act or behave or what to say to get out of it or how to prevent it from happening again. This is what people must feel like when they are raped.

Having rectal temperatures taken was the most humiliating and embarrassing, de basing experience for me. The feeling of being totally stripped naked in front of complete strangers, submissive, helplessly dominated and totally out of control and not knowing what to do about it. Seemed like it took an eternity to be over with and not knowing how to act or behave or what to say to get out of it or how to prevent it from happening again. This is what people must feel like when they are raped.

That describes exactly how I felt when I had my butt shots! Summing up with the idea of having a adult guardian allowing this “rape” to happen many and many times and they being on the side of the abuser.