Feeling too old for rectal temperature taking by mom

Can never be to old to have mother care

I felt too old at about 8 years old. Unfortunately, my doctor’s office took temperatures rectally through 18 years, and instructed parents to do the same. I hated it, but couldn’t do anything about it.

My mother stopped RT’s around 5th grade but doctor’s office continued until 8th grade.

Before the quicker reading electronic thermometers came out almost all of my temps were taken rectally. I have bad sinus's and am a total mouth breather. I could not keep my mouth closed long enough for the old mercury thermometers to work. Lucky for me that my parents took me to a one doctor/one nurse medical office were it was the same two all of the time. Nurse "Joe" would hand me the thermometer and say "You know the drill." I would stick it in my butt while she was turned away and give it to her to read when it had been in long enough. I was in there often enough that we all knew each other and there were few surprises.

@TheOtherCecil

Nurse "Joe" would hand me the thermometer and say "You know the drill." I would stick it in my butt while she was turned away and give it to her to read when it had been in long enough.

What a great way to handle it. Have you insert it while nurse turns away, but stays with you.

Up to what age was this done? Was anyone else in the room?

Don't remember ever getting my temp taken rectally. Maybe I missed something. 😃

Having my rectal temperature taken in my bottom with a glass rectal thermometer at home by mom was a standard procedure that I grew up with. For me, it was the only way that I knew to have my temperature checked. For this procedure, I was laying on my bed, on my tummy, my underwear-shorts at my knees (or sometimes removed), and my arms at my side. Mom always held the glass rectal thermometer in my bottom for the full five-minutes. Her other hand was laying on my lower-back or across my bottom-cheeks. She also twirled the glass rectal thermometer several times during the rectal temperature check.

At home, mom also taught all my older sisters how to take my rectal temperature in my bottom with the glass rectal thermometer. For these procedures, I was always also laying on my bed, on my tummy, my underwear-shorts at my knees (or sometimes removed), and my arms at my side. All my older sisters also held the glass rectal thermometer in my bottom for the full five-minutes. Their other hand would be laying on my lower-back or across my bottom-cheeks. They also twirled the glass rectal thermometer several times during the rectal temperature check. Mom watched all of my older sister's procedures when they practiced taking my rectal temperature in my bottom with the glass rectal thermometer. Once mom saw their accelerated learning, she let them practice alone or together as a group.

All my sisters would take my rectal temperature in my bottom with the glass rectal thermometer most of the time as a group. They always helped me to undress to my underwear-shorts at the beginning of the procedure and would lower them to my knees (or remove them) after I was laying on my bed, on my tummy, with my arms at my side. Mom would always bring me a lollipop for being a good little boy for my older sisters while they practiced taking my rectal temperature in my bottom with the glass rectal thermometer. From that moment on, all my older sisters said they will always have lollipops with them when they are practice taking my rectal temperature in my bottom with the glass rectal thermometer.

Later on, all my older sisters asked mom if she would teach their friends at our house how to take my rectal temperature in my bottom with the glass rectal thermometer. Mom said that she wanted to meet all of their friends first and talk with them. Once this was done, mom said she would teach all my sister's friends how to take my rectal temperature in my bottom with a glass rectal thermometer. Mom also talked to me about it and asked if I was comfortable with it. I told mom it was, since only girls had ever taken my rectal temperature in my bottom with the glass rectal thermometer.

Once all my older sister's friends were comfortable taking my rectal temperature in my bottom, they asked mom if they could continue to practice at our house. Mom said it was okay. Mom also told them that it will be a good learning procedure for them when they get older and have their own children.

Mom also created a schedule chart for all my rectal temperature taking procedures. She originally designed it in her notebook that she carried around and later on drew it out on a large wall calendar. This made it easier to track who and when, on the days that all my sister's friends would be at our house to practice taking my rectal temperature in my bottom with the glass rectal thermometer. Mom also reminded all my older sister's friends to signup if they wanted to be here to perform for everyone. All my older sisters always put their names on each day of the calendar.

Later on, several of my older sister's friends had asked mom if they could invite their friends. Mom always told them that she wanted to meet them first and talk to them, just like she did with them at the beginning. It later turned out that most of my older sister's friend's-friends were also friends of my older sisters. So, everyone knew each other.

As time passed, on the days that my rectal temperature was taken at our house, there were always all my older sisters, and many of their friends, and their friend's-friends. Mom was also there too. She always offered suggestions to help everyone learn. She wanted everyone to be more comfortable and confident when they were taking my rectal temperature in my bottom with the glass rectal thermometer at our house. Mom always wanted it to be a learning environment for all my older sisters, and all their friends. Mom always thanked me for being a good little boy when all my older sister's and all their friends were practicing taking my rectal temperature in my bottom with the glass rectal thermometer.

I felt too old for a rectal temperature, when I was around 4, after seeing my older sister getting oral temps. Eventually, at around age 5, I started to get oral temps, and I was overjoyed. The really weird thing for me, was to learn that some of my teenage friends were still getting them. I still can’t wrap my head around it. Why would a parent or a doctor want to humiliate and embarrass someone, when it’s totally unnecessary? Was the difference in accuracy really worth the inconvenience? Could a teenager drive a car, but still not be capable of holding a thermometer under their tongue?

@JJM I remember reading @Nurse_Phillips recalling how she had her temperature taken rectally by nurses at 14 because it was children's ward policy, no exceptions.

For your friends, was this at home? at the doctor's? My mother, at home, only accepted rectal for accuracy concerns, but would ask me to insert the thermometer myself. Certainly a teenager is old enough to do that (think that teenage girls use tampons!).

By the time I was 10 I was mortified by it. She'd have to spank me to get me to cooperate. I felt so helpless letting her spread my cheek and insert something in my bum

About 12. I was started to get a bit taller and my balls had dropped and I getting bigger in the genital area. However, my mom took my temperature rectally until 17. I didn't really like it though as early as 4, because going OTK was uncomfortable and it was also the way spanking were administered, both of cover involved a bare bottom. When I started getting taller, it was on the bed face down, but still embarrassing as mom had be spread my legs a bit which meant she could see my balls and then part my cheeks. But I learned at an early age, don't argue, or fuss because if I didn't cooperate my mom had no problem giving you a spanking then the rectal temp would happen anyways.

I had just turned 16 when I came down with a respiratory infection turned into pneumonia that affected my breathing. Mom was trying to take my temperature orally. I think I can still her her voice: "We'd better take this another way. Let's get you over on your tummy." I didn't argue.

I learned at about age 5, that other kids got oral temps. The next time my mother went to take mine, I pitched a fit and she agreed to switch to oral. I remember that my mom was visiting a neighbor across the street. I was upstairs playing with their little girl, and she said her dolly was sick. She had a play-doctor kit. It was one of the ones that you could "feed" with a bottle of water, and then it would wet. I stuck the thermometer in the doll's bottom opening, and the girl asked me why. Then she said that she got temps in her mouth. That's where I learned, along with seeing a Dennis the Menace comic showing him getting an oral temp.

Now, back when I was 3 or 4, I remembered seeing a little girl getting her temperature taken. Later on, around 4th-5th grade, we were over at the house of my parents' friends. Their daughter showed us a baby-and-child-care book, and I saw a photo of a rectal temperature there. Another time, my mom was watching a toddler, while the girl's mother was having another kid. Mom took the girl's temperature several times, and that got me into the notion of sliding a thermometer into a girl's bottom.

I was about 10 or 11 when I protested my mom taking my rectal temperature. I told her I was very uncomfortable with her taking it that way on me by that age. The last time she did it, she first took it orally but thermometer was reading low when I "felt warm". She and my grandmother insisted on a rectal temperature and I was too sick to put up a fuss. I rolled over and reluctantly had it done. Sure enough, I had a fever. It wasn't until a few years later when I reached puberty, the rectal temperature fetish started and I was fantasizing having it taken by a sexy nurse or female doctor.

@mr_nobody So what you considered embarrassing at one point turned into an erotic fantasy later? Not an uncommon feeling on this site. Out of curiosity, what position were you made to assume for these late temperature checks? Did you feel just embarrassment or also excitement?