Scolded or Disciplined During Physical Exam

Was anyone ever scolded or disciplined during their physical exam growing up?

I remember two times growing up, I was scolded at by my doctor. While he was respectful about it, he definitely made me feel submissive to him.

Once was when I didn’t take my socks off after being told to strip to my underwear. After he washed his hands, he came over and said “you know better, you’re not suppose to have these on” and grabbed my ankles lifting them in the air causing me to fall back onto the table. He took both my socks off and tossed them with the rest of my clothes. Examined my feet and legs while they were in the air and had me stay lying down to continue the exam.

Then the other time when was he was examining my genitals. I was standing in front of him with my underwear at my ankles and I covered myself because he turned around. When he turned back around, he moved my hands to behind me back telling me “don’t be shy and cover yourself like that, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before on you or any other boy your age, just relax” and continued to examine me and ask me embarrassing questions.

I went to the doctor for a high grade fever my senior year in high school. I wasn't instructed by the nurse to undress, so I kept all my clothes on. When the doctor entered, she was accompanied by a medical student from the college that I would be attending in the fall. When she saw that I was fully clothed, she asked, "how do you expect me to examine you with all this on?" I removed my hoodie and shirt, thinking that I would be able to avoid the embarrassing parts of the exam since this was only a sick visit. I couldn't have been more wrong. As I stood in front of the doctor and the medical student, the doctor motioned to the waistband of my sweatpants. "Might as well check everything while we're here." My pants and underwear came down and I received a genital exam and hernia check with the medical student watching.

At the university, where they used a higher resolution x-ray to scan the lungs, I was told I had a spot/mass in my lung that needed to be examined. So off to a pneumologist.

He was an older man, very much old school. This was in the early 70s, when young men wore their hair long and were hence considered irresponsible and hippy freaks, especially university students.

Anyway, he diagnosed me with tuberculosis, prescribed specific antibiotics. After a year when nothing changed re the size of the spot/mass in my lung he scheduled me for a bronchoscopy. This in 1973. He made a big production of it, instructed for an overnight stay, IV in the arms, probably gave me valium or some such and also something containing atropine to stop the flow of saliva and then had me rolled into the exam room as if I were going into surgery, glasses off, covered with a white sheet and the whole enchilada.

My heart was beating a mile a minute from the atropine prep and I absolutely choked on the bronchoscope, coughing, dry-coughing and panicking to no end. He couldn't get the bronchoscope in, it seemed I couldn't breathe. I suppose I went into panic.

Then he quit, threw the instrument down and accused me of being a longhaired, drug addict, agitator and hippy and what not. All the typical complaints that older folk had against youngsters in the early 1970s. He stormed out of the room and I never saw him again.

The attending nurse was flabbergasted and consoled me as best she could as I was truly freaking out, shaking and almost unable to breathe. When I got calmed down I told her I never drank alcohol, didn't smoke and certainly no drugs. I hardly even took aspirin then.

In any case, that old pneumologist really blew up at me in a very unprofessional manner to say the least. Another doctor came to see me, but all I wanted was to get out of the hospital. Which I did.

When I was 11 or 12 and becoming very self-conscious, I was stripped to my underpants being checked, and the Dr told me to slip down my underpants. I lowered them slightly, so my penis was visible, but little else. He said something like “how am I supposed to examine you like that?” and pushed my underpants all the way to my ankles, and then examined me. It wasn’t so much a scolding, but he wasn’t happy!

Yes…I always ended up getting spanked in the pediatrician’s office because I always fought the nurse when I would see the shots on the tray. Honestly I would rather be spanked than get my school shots in the butt💉🍑 think that’s why I could never be a nurse butt now I love to give shots 💉

🤭 During a play exam, I was telling the doctor what I liked whilst he was taking my rectal temperature. As a result, he spanked my bare bottom. "Are you going to let the doctor examine you?", he asked. Hot 🥵 Yes, doctor! 🤭🫦

As a pediatrician that loves to give shots, I could never do this with a real patient. Certainly I’ve experienced the thought of kids misbehaving so bad they probably got it when they arrived home.

But in the future with play partners, it’s a thought.

At the age of 6, when I was treated for worms. The treatment consisted of giving me a special enema while lying on my stomach. One day I decided to avoid this by squeezing my buttocks tightly. The nurse yelled at me and hit my bare bottom with her palm several times. It didn’t hurt at all, but I immediately relaxed my butt.At the age of 10, I was taken to an exam where there were female medical students. First they stripped me down to my underpants and examined me. And something that I was very afraid of happened, they told me to take off my panties and sit in a chair. I was an obedient child, I didn’t think of protesting or causing a scandal. I just stood there confused, trying to avoid it by holding the elastic of my panties. Then the doctor was surprised and said: “You are such a beautiful boy and you behave so badly? Come on, be a good child, take off your panties, take them off.” I obeyed. Female doctors observed the entire course of the examination, although they behaved very delicately and even motherly.

When I was 8 I was sent to a state run juvenile facility because my foster parents assaulted me and broke my arm after I spilled turpentine in the garage. Upon arrival I was scolded and stripped naked for sitting on the floor and crying

I had been through several hours in the ED then a long drive to the facility itself and subjected to several "hurry up and wait" moments. I was frightened and sleep deprived. The facility custodians (Intake officer and a NP) didn't seem to care about my ordeal.

After being stripped naked I was weighed, measured and had my vitals taken along with a rectal temperature and a cursory physical. They administered a sedative (buttocks injection) and escorted me to my room.

I have been given shit or my parents for being underweight most of my life. I just have a fuck you attitude towards them like there is nothing much I can do about it.

Overweight people probably deal with the same shit.

I never had to deal with this beginning for a lawsuit spanking BS.

Not scolding per se.

I was seeing the doctor and she prescribed suppositories. I made a face and made it clear I disliked them. She smiled benignly at me as one does to a little child who talks nonsense.

I was laying on my side for an exam and a new doctor I was seeing for the first time was behind me. I was 14 and wearing a gown and underwear ,and at one point he told me to pull my underwear down. I pulled them down a bit on the side thinking that would be enough. He then grabbed my underwear and pulled them all the way down, completely baring my butt and scolded me. "When I tell you to pull down your underwear, you WILL pull down your underwear." I thought for sure he was going to spank me too, and was so embarrassed just knowing he was looking right at my bare butt when he scolded me that it felt like he already did.

@justin99 what did he wish to examine

@Pecan_nutjob It was a physical. I believe he wanted to see everything. He poked around a bit and spread my cheeks. So anus at a minimum I guess. Then he flipped me over and examined my penis and testicles.

I was scolded by my long term female dermatologist during a recent bi-annual examination. And in front of her female two medical assistants, one a resident and the other a medical student. Usual six month full body exam and the good doctor found in my chart that I had recently had a genetic test due some anomaly in my thyroid. I told her that the test was inconclusive and I was waiting for 6 months for a followup test. If, big IF, the growth was serious, the prognosis was that it would at most be extremely slow to develop -probably 20-30 years to be meaningful - and that at my age why bother. The f doctor straighten-up and she read me the riot-act. Interesting to see an attractive 40yo straight-laced female turning red and fuming at me. "You should not think like that, you are still an active adult etc etc etc" A pause and she continued "Ok, now drop you gown and lets see how the rest of your body is doing." Then she spent a long time examining my man-parts and sharing her findings with the two assistants.