I don’t think the 80’s was the time where the change in exams took place though. The most thorough medical I ever had (detailed in another post I’ve made on here) was a pre-operation physical at a hospital in 1992, and that was the first and only time I was given a full check-up in my underpants only...
Same here. My exam in 1992, on my 16th birthday, started like all of my well-child exams at that pediatrician I could remember from the prior decade.
When the nurse took my mom and me into the exam room (stopping by the bathroom along the way for me to give a urine sample), she told my mom to take everything off of me except my underpants. (My mom let me undress myself, as she had in the prior couple of years, but before that, she took the nurse literally and undressed me herself even when I was in 8th grade.) Once I was in just my slightly-too-small Hanes boys briefs, and basically shivering while sitting on the exam table in the freezing cold exam room, the nurse returned and walked me down the hall to the scale to get my height and weight. She then took me back to the exam room and took my temperature, blood pressure, etc. and then asked us to wait for the doctor.
When the doctor arrived, he did the usual examination, talking mostly to my mom sitting in the chair next to the exam table. At the end, when he announced it was "time to check the plumbing," she got up and stood next to him, at which point he pulled my underwear down to mid-thigh and kept them down much longer than I think was really needed to complete a genital exam. Certainly, he asked all of the sexual development questions with my undies down. In prior years, he would ask my mom if I had started to have nocturnal emissions, and since I was a late bloomer, she would say no even up to my exam at 15, at which point he would comment that I was still behind for my age and pull my undies back up. It was the same ritual every year.
At 16, I finally had caught up, with an adult-sized penis and testicles and normal pubic hair, so that's probably what prompted him to talk to me instead of to my mom as he rolled my testicles between his thumb and forefinger, palpated the shaft of my penis, and pinched open my urethral meatus, as he always had in prior years.
"Has your penis started to ejaculate semen?"
"Yes."
"When did that start happening?"
"A few months ago when I was living on campus for science camp."
"Were you awake or asleep when it happened?"
"Awake."
He looked at my mom, and she nodded yes, so clearly I hadn't kept my masturbation quite the secret I thought it was.
At that point (not sure if this was his intent in keeping my undies down for an extended time, including the sexual questions, every year), for the first time during these genital exams, my penis started stiffening. Maybe because he was trying to protect my modesty, albeit a little too late, or maybe just because he figured my mom had finally seen and heard that I was sexually mature, the doctor pulled my undies back up. My mom sat back down in her chair.
I was mortified, because I knew what was next. He'd tell me to hop off the table, and he'd sit on his rolling stool, and pull my undies down mid thigh again for the hernia test, in full view of my mom with my side to her, but this time she'd see my penis pointing straight up at the ceiling. Fortunately, for the first time ever, he positioned the stool such that my back was to my mom, so only he saw my fully naked and erect penis. After he had me cough, he pulled my undies back up over my erection, with the waistband just barely covering my throbbing helmet-shaped glans.
When he turned me around to face my mom while he checked my spine for scoliosis, she saw my rock-hard five-incher pointing straight up, but at least it was covered with my tighty whities, albeit with a growing wet spot of seminal fluid. Where normally he'd tell me to hop back up on the table and sit there while he and my mom discussed immunizations (and in prior years, my delayed puberty), this time he told me to get dressed while he explained to her that I was fully caught up development-wise, and then talked about immunizations, safety, etc.
To this day, I don't know if that different treatment in 1992 was due to him changing practices to give boys a little more modesty, or if it was a direct result of them finally see my erect penis at Tanner Stage IV. I always assumed the latter until I started reading discussions like this one that seemed to demarcate the 1990s as when things changed.
I'm curious which of those two reasons the rest of you think led to the changes where the hernia check was with my back to my mom, and I was allowed to get dressed before the doctor left the room.