Embarrassing childhood exams

@Sweet_Stephanie my physical that year was the same way. It was the first year I really “noticed” my mom there since the exam was more detailed.

I had a fall during Physical Education class and skidded along the asphalt on my back shredding my top and jarring my spine. Three of my classmates took me to the sick bay and the one on duty had me laid down on the exam table and removed the remains of my top. He wanted to check my spine and ordered my shorts to be removed too. He felt all the way down my spine while the others looked on at my bare bottom. He said he needed to examine the base of my spine and he parted my cheeks exposing my bottom. I was used to being naked with my friends in the change room but not as the sole focus of attention with a bare bottom. Someone made a joke that in this position perhaps I should have my temperature taken while my bottom was accessible. I found that part of the process embarrassing. I was given Asprin and left to rest covered by a blanket after the gravel rash had been removed.

Standing on the raised step / foot stool of the exam table while my doctor inspected my scrotum / ball sack for a hernia with my Mom watching. His raising my penis shaft up towards my stomach to look at my ball sack still sticks with me. A young kid trying not to get hard, while a doctor plays with your stuff.

When I was around 17 I had a physical with a doctor filling in because my normal pediatrician was on vacation or something. I was already really apprehensive going for my exams and having to be in my boxers and looked at especially for the genital exam. My normal doctor would just lift up my boxers and feel my testicles and penis while I was lying down after the abdominal exam. This new doctor after feeling around my stomach lying down just lifted up the waistband quickly and felt each side of my groin but not my genitals. I was so relieved hoping that was it for that part of the exam and that it had been done quickly. But he then asked me to hop for the table for “the part that I know nobody likes” and told me he had to take a closer look underneath my boxers. He then instructed me to stand up straight and that he was going to lower my boxers to my knees and take a look. After pulling my boxers down to around my knees he explained in detail what he was doing and looking at starting with rolling my testicles in each hand, running his hands through my pubic hair and finally squeezing the shaft of my penis. He then said that he was going to assess my development and if I had any questions about my penis size. I remember being mortified and turning bright red and don't even remember what answer I mumbled. He then told me it was normal to wonder about things like that at my age and that it looked like I was in a “healthy percentile”. The whole thing was so embarrassing having such a thorough exam and my dick size being talked about in detail. Thankfully I had my normal pediatrician the rest of my exams in high school and college.

@Kurtis0213 in my opinion the time for discussions involving a patient’s genitalia is either before the exam starts or after it ends. The patient should be fully dressed for that conversation.

When I was around 17 I had a physical with a doctor filling in because my normal pediatrician was on vacation or something. I was already really apprehensive going for my exams and having to be in my boxers and looked at especially for the genital exam. My normal doctor would just lift up my boxers and feel my testicles and penis while I was lying down after the abdominal exam. This new doctor after feeling around my stomach lying down just lifted up the waistband quickly and felt each side of my groin but not my genitals. I was so relieved hoping that was it for that part of the exam and that it had been done quickly. But he then asked me to hop for the table for “the part that I know nobody likes” and told me he had to take a closer look underneath my boxers. He then instructed me to stand up straight and that he was going to lower my boxers to my knees and take a look. After pulling my boxers down to around my knees he explained in detail what he was doing and looking at starting with rolling my testicles in each hand, running his hands through my pubic hair and finally squeezing the shaft of my penis. He then said that he was going to assess my development and if I had any questions about my penis size. I remember being mortified and turning bright red and don't even remember what answer I mumbled. He then told me it was normal to wonder about things like that at my age and that it looked like I was in a “healthy percentile”. The whole thing was so embarrassing having such a thorough exam and my dick size being talked about in detail. Thankfully I had my normal pediatrician the rest of my exams in high school and college.

This doctor seems ok to me. He told you what he needed to do right off the bat, conducted a thorough exam and then gave you reassurance that everything was within a normal range.

He then said that he was going to assess my development and if I had any questions about my penis size. I remember being mortified and turning bright red and don't even remember what answer I mumbled. He then told me it was normal to wonder about things like that at my age and that it looked like I was in a “healthy percentile”. The whole thing was so embarrassing having such a thorough exam and my dick size being talked about in detail. Thankfully I had my normal pediatrician the rest of my exams in high school and college.

Sounds rather straightforward and proper.

To everyone responding to my post never said anything wasn't straightforward or okay from what the doctor did…just that it was an embarrassing experience for me at that age! If anyone would like to talk about it further feel free to message or chat with me

When I was nine, while the doctor was checking my spine, she pulled the back of my panties away to look at my bottom for a second. No doctor had ever done that and it really embarrassed me.

My pre-college physical was with a new doctor, who happened to be female…the first female doctor I had ever had at that point.

The physical was pretty standard and included the hernia check, but afterwards she did a testicular exam and the taught me how to do self-exams. I was pretty embarrassed by the additional exam.

All mine were embarrassing, though definitely many other mixed emotions were involved. My mother accompanied my in the exam room through age 17. We’ve never been close and it was always awkward. Same pediatrician since I was a baby, actually liked him, but all exams ended with me naked as he examined my privates, front and back. Basically, my so-called medical fetish began in that doctor’s office around age 12 or so.

That same embarrassment remains during play exams today, and is something I crave.

Growing up I lived with my aunt, she has always accompanied me into the exam room as well as given me enemas at home so she has seen me naked on many occasions. this particular exam happened when I was around 15 or 16 and my older cousin who at the time was in her late 20s was in town and decided to tag along with us. She watched as I laid on the exam table with my jeans and briefs pulled down waiting for the nurse to insert a thermometer into my bottom and while I was bent over the edge of the exam table receiving a rectal exam. It was really embarrassing.

It was definitely the first time I had to lower panties all the way once I started developing. And it got worse every year for me until my mother stopped coming in for my physicals. Strangely, it was fine for the pediatrician to open my labia alone, but when my mother was there I was so embarrassed. The doctor would comment to my mother while she examined my breasts and vagina.

I can’t really recall many that were not embarrassing.

The only childhood one I can think of was when I got an enema at the dr office. It was a little one so may have been a fleets. I don't remember why I was there. Maybe I was withholding and was constipated or something. This would have been in the 50s. The nurse came in and told me to take my pants and underwear off and had me kneel on the table, butt up.

My mom was sitting in the chair behind me so she had full view of my bottom (nothing she hadnt seen before). The nurse came back in, pushed my head down and said to relax. I felt her push something in my bottom, followed by a cold feeling inside. She said that this would help me poop and to stay there until she came back. It started to get uncomfortable in a few min, but the room was quiet with my mom just sitting there. My tummy started I told my mom I had to go. She didn't say anything and by the the nurse came back I had a real bad stomach ache. When she helped me off the table and took me to the bathroom down the hall without my pants. She put me on the toilet and said not to poop until she came back. It seemed like I was sitting there for an awfully long time. I was squirming and really feeling awful. When she did come back and told me I could go, I couldn't, but the bad stomach was still there. I don't know how long I was in5. there but eventually I had strong need to push. When I finally went it really hurt coming out. I pooped for awhile after that and then the nurse came back. There was a bathtub there and she filled it and had me get in. I don't remember why. Maybe i made a mess or something. The door was still ooen.

Looking back, this was an old (maybe 30s or 40s) 2 story bldg so I think it was probably an apartment bldg at one time. That would explain why there was a bathtub. I remember there were black & white tiles on the floor walls. Anyway. I digress. The whole thing was very humiliating being exposed on the table like that and then being led down the hall to the bathroom sans pants. Other people saw me other than my mom because the doors were open to anyone that walked by & they probably knew what was happening. Kids sure didn't get much privacy back then.

My very first orthopedic exam, age 10. I thought I was going to see this orthopedic surgeon for just my knees to be checked. I have always had incredible flexibility! I was instructed to slip everything off and put on a gown opening in the back and tied. Little did I know all of my joints and the ROM, Range Of Motion would be checked visually and hands on assessed and palpated.

I got erections during my genital exams at the pediatrician. It was always embarrassing!

I can remember when I was a young girl about 9 or 10 and had to get a physical the dt made me.take my clothes off while he was right there and watched and made me.stand in front of him and lift up my arms and turn around and bend over and then I was told to get on table and he did a genital like exam and I felt so ambarrassrd and violated and weird about it as I felt weird for kind of liking it.

@medslut nothing worse than thinking that you are going to get away with a cursory exam, only to have the doctor make you get naked, while the doctor watches. Always seems that no matter how short the exam, the embarrassing parts, genital and rectal, are always included. I experienced the same weird feeling, but I was also very aroused.

@sensei1980 yes just the feeling of the drs eyes being fixated on you while you undress and the dr acting like he's not watching but he intently is. And feeling his.cold hands touch me.privately I remember jolting a bit as I was a bit scared and the dr told me to just rlelax I was going to be fine I had to go through with the exam before I was allowed to leave.

@medslut definitely a submissive and powerless position to be put in, having a clothed individual watching you undress. Realizing that your only escape is to comply with the doctor's wishes no matter how uncomfortable and embarrassing. The doctor's cold hands touching your naked body adding a tactile element of strangeness.

I just can't remember a visit to my pediatrician at which I was not nervous and embarrassed, but the worst were when I had to get undressed before the auscultation. I guess those must have been the annual physicals that were more extensive.

One of my physical exams with a new doctor because my other was too busy and I needed one for camp. He made by take my underwear completely off towards the end of the end, forcing me to be fully nude in front of him for the hernia exam, being weighed again, and some of the other stuff that happens at the end, like walking back and forth, standing on one foot, jumping up and down, kneeling down. My regular doctor never made me get fully naked.

And he had already embarrassed me while I was lying there and he exposed me (pulling the front of my underwear down with one hand) asking me questions about my development and touching and feeling everything.

He made by take my underwear completely off towards the end of the end, forcing me to be fully nude in front of him for the hernia exam, being weighed again.

I've never been weighed nude in a real exam, only in play ones, but it would have been embarrassing to be totally nude in a real one as a kid, especially in front of my mother and brother!

@Kid89 How old were you?

And he had already embarrassed me while I was lying there and he exposed me (pulling the front of my underwear down with one hand) asking me questions about my development and touching and feeling everything.

It may of course cause you feel embarrassing but I think the doctor just did his job properly, checking everything is alright including your boy’s genitals. If he misses something then there may be problems later. I saw on some web site a photo archive from Norway 50-60s. There were some photos illustrating medical check ups at schools and probably in the camps. And all boys during the process were completely naked. It seems in Norway at that time it was absolutely normal.

The most embarrassing exams were the ones that took me by surprise. I'll never forget the visits to the pediatrician's where I ended up lying down on the examination table so that the doctor and nurses could look at my butthole. Those visits stand out in my memories more than the ones where I got injections, or that one time I needed stitches on my knee; I think the embarrassment of having to expose my bottom was more distressing than physical pain.

One unforgettable visit happened during allergy season when my parents brought me to the clinic to get a new type of anti-histamine. I was sitting next to the doctor's desk, watching him write notes in my patient card, when mom blurted out to him that I had complained of soreness in my backside. I did have a little pain and itching in my butt, but I neither wanted nor needed to see a doctor for it, so I was mortified to hear my mother blabbing about my ass; I frantically tried to cut her off by saying I had no problems in my backside anymore. The doc nodded, still jotting his notes, and I hoped he believed me or didn't care about such a silly thing as a butt itch, but my wishful thinking evaporated when he finished writing, stood up, and called me to lie down on the examination table. A feeling of dread washed over me. I remained in my seat partly in disbelief, and partly frustrated with mom and her loose lips, and I wanted to yell that I didn't need a stupid exam; however, when the nurse pulled the curtain in front of the exam table and beckoned to me, the good girl in me decided to quietly obey to avoid kicking up a fuss, or worse, being dragged to the exam table anyway.

I remember the unreal feeling as I got up from the chair and lifted my leaden feet one by one to cross the short distance to the exam table; it felt like I was watching myself walk to my doom. At the table the nurse guided me up the step stool and made me lie down on my front with my hips on a folded cloth sheet; I propped myself up on my elbows, but she put a cushion under my head and pulled my arms forward until I was completely prone. I felt nervous and self-conscious of being outstretched on the table while everyone else was standing around me, but the soft padding of the table soon made me relax and forget my anxiety. I have clear recollections of all the comfy positions my body was placed in just before intrusions into my butt; it was like the calm before the storm, and perhaps a part of my mind was trying to distract me from the anxiety of knowing that my body was vulnerable in those positions.

My relaxing reprieve was short-lived. I heard the nurse behind me saying she was going to take my pants off so that the doctor could take a look at my bottom. My anxiety returned in a surge when I felt her fingers like giant spiders clawing at my waist and tugging on my shorts. I remember also feeling ashamed and a bit miffed that she didn't trust me enough to take off own my clothes, so I lifted my hips slightly to help her slide my clothes off; I guess it gave me a sense of control over the situation although what I really wanted to do was to run out of the room. Although I was expecting it, it was still shocking when she pulled my pants all the way down to my thighs, and then pushed my shirt above my waist for good measure; I realized my panties had come off as well when I felt the cold air between my legs. At this point I remained composed and kept still as a rock, hoping it would make me less visible, but my heart was racing and my embarrassment escalating as it slowly hit home that my naked butt was now in full view of everyone in the room. I tried to steel myself for whatever was coming, but when I felt fingers touching my bare bottom, I could not help but flinch and look behind me; I caught a glimpse of the nurse leaning over me and the doctor with his gloved hand hovering over my bottom, but I did not get a good look because mom promptly turned my head back onto the cushion and held my arms down. I realized I was squeezing my buttocks because I heard the nurse telling me to relax and I noticed the steady pressure of her hands pulling my buttocks open. I had to will myself to relent and when I did so, I immediately felt my butt cheeks parting and spreading under her hands. Whatever embarrassment I felt earlier was now a zillion times worse because I could now feel the cold air on my exposed and stretched butthole. I was so embarrassed that my body was shuddering and my butt cheeks trembling involuntary as if they had a mind of their own and could not decide on whether to clench or to yield. The doc in a soothing voice said something about my butthole looking red and that he was going to apply some cream, but I wasn't really paying attention because I was trying hard not to cry and was looking at anything that distracted me from the utterly embarrassing and helpless situation I was in; I read the posters on the wall, looked at mom who was whispering to me, studied the contents of the dustbin on the floor, and settled on staring at the metal cup on the doctor's desk that held the tongue depressors...and I realized they were not ice cream sticks which I had thought they were, but wider and curvier. I was yanked back into the moment when I felt the doctor's greasy finger swiping over my butthole; each swipe was an electric jolt of embarrassment -- or perhaps excitement -- that made me cringe. It couldn't have been more than few minutes, but it felt like forever, before the doc was done with my ass and I was allowed to pull up my shorts and climb off the table.

I remember stepping out of the doctor's office with a slippery sensation between my buttocks and doing a gingerly walk past the other people in the waiting room, wondering if they could tell that my ass had just been inspected and treated.

Thank you for sharing your story @Phoenix7. Such a wonderful memory!

Probably some rectal exams. It was at 10 years old. At a medical examination at school, I complained of recurrent abdominal pain and was referred for examination. My older sister drove me, she was 18. At first, I was only happy about an unplanned vacation. I was taken to a pediatrician, a gastroenterologist, they passed various tests. They didn’t tell me anything, they just asked and took me to the right doctors. One day we came to a pediatric surgeon. It was a young woman 26-27 years old. She told me to strip down to my underpants. I didn't like it, although it wasn't the first time I had undressed. First she laid me down on the couch and felt my stomach.Then she said something to the nurse, who, taking my hand, led me to a table that was tall for my height. The doctor was wearing rubber gloves, but I didn't suspect anything. The nurse helped me up onto the table. I didn't know much about medicine and what they were going to do to me. I tried to lie on my stomach, but the nurse made me kneel and lean on my shoulders. I turned my head to the side and looked at my sister. For some reason I was sure that the spine would be checked. Although he had never been looked at like that, he was similarly tested by making him bend over.At this time the doctor came. It was a complete surprise and disappointment for me when the nurse lowered my panties to my knees with a clear habitual movement. It seems that I twitched, she only pressed hard on my lower back, forcing me to bend over and calming me so that I would not be afraid. I had no fear, but a strong sense of shame. The doctor parted my buttocks and looked there. And suddenly she inserted her finger. My sister sat behind and to the side and also looked, as if imperturbably, most likely she knew in advance that they would see me off, but did not say.I was allowed to dress. I straightened up, quickly pulled up my shorts and, with the help of a nurse, tears. I got dressed and we left. I felt my face and ears burn with shame. There were parents with children in the hallway. I well remember that there were several girls of my age, they smiled when I looked at them. I was sure that they knew that I was being tested there and how, which only increased the shame. In fact, of course, they did not know what they were doing to me, it was my imagination that intensified my emotions.

@Phoenix7 how old were you at that exam?