Which was your most embarassing Moment when your Temperature was taken rectally

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I was never embarrassed, I never minded rectal temperatures.

When I was about 10 years old, I had this “clever” idea to heat the thermometer with a lamp to fake a fever. I now realize it's a very common trick!

My mother handed me the thermometer, and I was supposed to roll on my side under bedsheets and insert it rectally, which I did, but once she left I tried the trick. She may have been suspicious, or maybe I was unlucky, but she came back early, and I could not explain why I was thermometer in hand and not in my behind.

She fetched Vaseline, had me come across her lap, and took my temperature herself, something she had not done for years. Then, after establishing I truly had faked a fever, she spanked me.

The temperature check and the spanking were clearly meant to embarrass me and deter me from further faking and lying.

As posted before, I never felt embarrassed when as a child, my mother took my rectal temperature, nor when as an adult I had my temperature taken by the women I lived with.

The only embarassing experience of rectal temperature taking I have had in my whole life was when, back in 1970 , just as I turned 18, as part of my last high school physical, the attractive female schooldoctor took my rectal temperature standing up.

Two other women were present in the room, the school nurse and the school psycologist. And they did not miss anything of the show.

I felt deeply humiliated as the lady, after the genital exam, asked me to turn around and then, without notice, parted my buttcheeks and inserted a thermometer deep in my rectum. She then kept her hands on my buttocks as the thermometer registered.

I find it hard to say which moment of the whole procedure was the most embarassing or humiliating, probably when the thermometer was inserted or tbe long waiting time when I was standing with the thermometer planted in my ass like a baby.

I got sent home from school because I was faking being sick. I was probably 13 or 14. It was before high school. I just played video games, and I went for a swim in our pool, but before my dad got home I made sure to get back in bed. I left my swim trunks out on the deck. Shortly after my dad got home, my brother and I were in our room, and I was in bed. He walks in with a thermometer, and tells me to roll over. My brother was watching the whole time. I got spanked because my temperature wasn't high. And I clearly didn't need to come home from school.

As a kid, I always lay on my left side to have my rectal temperature taken. The most embarrassing moment was the spreading of my butt cheeks because I knew the destination of the thermometer would then be wide spread open and fully visible.

Pretty much every one. It didn’t matter who the taker was. It was something I didn’t like and grew to hate as I got older. I could never figure out how it became a fetish.

I agree with Fontana. The older we became, the more embarrassing rectal temps became. Especially, in front of someone else, or if someone peeked in!

Besides RT was a routine procedure in our household, I really not liked when somebody else observed or even listened the procedure. Example when aunty or mom’s friends were with us and mom just announced that “I will be right back, just I have to check my son’s temperature”. Then of course everybody knew what will happen when mom left the kitchen with the thermometer and the Vaseline. And the worst of the worst when I had fever and my darling mom walked back to the kitchen where all the guests enjoyed their coffee, opened the fridge and took a box of suppository.

When I was about ten years old, I was at the pediatrician with my mom and little brother in the exam room with me but it was just me being examined - for what reason, I don't remember. The nurse that day was new and was a bit of an airhead. Oh, and not to digress but this was the late 1970s so she, like other nurses, wore the white uniform with white hat, hose and shoes. Back in those days, whenever I went to the pediatrician, it was standard procedure to un-dress upon going back to the exam room with the exception of underwear. She took the vital signs as nurses do but forgot to take my temperature which my mother didn't notice either. Fast forward to the doctor coming in and looking over the clipboard… He opened the door to the hall, and called out to the nurse that she forgot to take my temperature. A few minutes later, she came in with the thermometer, tripped and it fell to the floor and shattered. The doctor was not happy and the two of them went outside, leaving me sitting on the exam table exposed to whoever had to walk down the hall. The doctor then came back in alone, apologized to my mother and said that was the last oral thermometer they had right now and they would have to take my temperature rectally. I had no idea what rectal was but when the doctor told me to take off my underwear and get on all fours with my face and down on the table, I quickly found out. I couldn't bear looking towards my mother and little brother while I was in that position so I turned the other way as the doctor rubbed the lubricant into the space between my buttocks and inserted the thermometer. While it was inside me, the door swung open with the nurse announcing she had found another oral thermometer.

I got a sigmoidoscopy (ridgid) while I was in the military. I was bent over on the tilt table when the realized thy didn't do my vitals (they didn't forget the enema , though). The tilt table was in a curtained area with many “rooms” but no curtain toward the main room. There were people walking back and forth behind me going to and from the other areas. The nurse (aide?) Comes up behind me and says they forgot to get my temp and proceeds to part my cheeks and insert the thermometer (people still walking behind me). She holds it in with her hand sqeezing my cheeks together. It took a a long time to register ai I assume it was a glass thermometer. I'm so glad NY head was down on the tilt table. While this was happening, somebody came in and squirted a big gob of KY on a gauze pad on the little table holding the scope and other things. The doctor cam in finally scoped me (people still walking back and forth). The whole thing was humiliating. No privacy in the military.

In the hospital for my tonsils age 8. My mother must have already sw me to oral temperatures because when a nurse told me she had to take my temperature I opened my mouth. Surprise! I was quickly on my tummy with a thermometer in my bare bottom. The process was repeated numerous times during my stay. By the end I started enjoying the feeling.