Of course I would like my play exam observed, but I'm very selective about whom. These days I am agonizing over impending RL spectatorship that I'm not asking for., & actually have gone back to therapy to deal with.
Years ago I got my allergy shots at a Malibu PCPs office. He was a slight, inarticulate, middle-aged, bald creep with a reddish brown haired crown. He (& his prominent wife) were respected in the community, but not at all respectable IMO. His nurse, Mary (rather plain looking, so not fuckable)) really liked me, doted over me like a little boy, & referred to me as her "little pin cushion". After apologizing with each injection, she slowly & austentatioucly pretended to kiss the boo-boo, her lips coming about a 1/2" from my skin, then she'd break up in hysterical laughter -- each time! One time, while recounting to her my violent confrontation with an endocrinologist, & I alluded to shaving my body hair, (obvious, as I always went in shorts) when she cut short my anecdote, violently grabbed me by my shirt & pulling me close to her, she said. "I love it when you tell me kinky stories! Tell me more!"
No " kinky story", I was bragging about standing up to medical arrogance & she never let me finish. (she was a bit of a 34 year horndog probably going through a dry spell.)This was always during the doc's lunch break while we were alone. I surmise could've taken advantage of her & manipulated her into being my personal fetish dispensing play nurse, but I didn't -- showing providers the integrity I can't expect from them in return I now wish I DID take advantage!
Then I was taking testosterone cream compound, & one day I had Mary ask the doc if I'd have to submit to prostate exams to renew my testosterone script. She left the room to ask, & came back with an affirmative response that I didn't want to hear. (I don't test for any cancer because I won't treat it, particularly prostate cancer that's treated by castration). I told her to tell him I'd rather die of prostate cancer than let a ?@$ like him shove his finger up my ass! Utterly shocked & hurt, she asked me if I really wanted her to tell him that? I replied yes, then I demanded my allergy serum viles back from the refrigerator, & left for good for a better doc right down the street.
A year later I saw Mary at the Sav-on Drugstore photo counter, where she didn't even want to say "Hi" to me.
This was 20+ years ago before the proliferation of office chaperones. I often wonder if she would've witnessed that invasive exam, & to what extent it might've made it fun. Not much, but with physicians & facilities holding the cards & setting protocol, & manipulating patients, how could I not try to think of a way of taking a bad experience & turning it around. That's how my MedFet developed in the first place-- through force & my being overpowered. Now it's not physical force, but coerced disempowerment & humiliation at the threat of no treatment. .
So I admit a spectator watching my exam would be fun, so a chaperone should be right up my alley, but not in RL, because chaperones are there strictly for the one-sided financial benefit of the facility (& will lie if needed*). Even my PCP says they're bullshit & don't work to a patient's advantage (unless he wants a cheap thrill!)
I have an inguinal pain issue to address, this Spring & Summer, & I guess I'm going to have to cultivate a kink for chaperone spectatorship & get some sexual gratification from it, because they're not my idea & I can't refuse them! If you're going to be violated, kick back & enjoy it right?
* Any anecdote EVER of a chaperone who narced out sexual misconduct, & whose medical career survived that? Tyndall, Weisneier, Heaps & company couldn't have done their handwork w/o chaperones as accomplices.