What age did you become less embarrassed about body exposure at the doctor?

Men and women - At what age did you finally become less embarrassed about having your body exposed at the doctor? For me, it was probably in my 50’s. I’d had several years of penis and rectal exams and I guess I got used to the exposure. It was about then that when the time came, I’d just take off my pants and underwater (I was already topless) and stand naked in front of the doctor and my wife. Sometime I would get semi hard other times nothing. When the exam was over, the doctor usually left and I wiped up and then got dressed. Occasionally I would get harder while I was cleaning up - whether or not he was there. Sometimes he would be talking and I’d just go about cleaning up. How about you?

As for my wife, probably her 60’s. We see the same doctor and would usually go annually about a week apart. So she’d see him twice a year and by then had stopped going to the gyn and she had him do the breast and pelvic exams. So, as she has aged, being less careful to be sure that everything is covered. She’ll often not bother to retie the gown after the breast exam. Since it’s open in the front, as the doctor moves to the abdomen, the gown often falls to the sides exposing her entire breast and nipples. When she sits up, the gown remains open, showing her breast but not as far open as her nipples. She’ll remain like that as the doctor wraps up and then she starts taking the gown off as the doctor is leaving (once being topless with a male patient walking by). That would have never happened when she was younger.

I'm still waiting for the day I get less embarrassed by it all! I'm just as anxious and nervous now as I've ever been.

At the actual doctor, not until I'd got into naturism in my mid 30s - so pretty recently.

I'd been quite confident in a sexual context, and with medfet, for at least a decade before that. But for some reason I always got really anxious about a doctor seeing me. Maybe because as a trans masc person my body isn't what they see wvery day, and also because of nudity not being the norm at home as a child.

There's procedures, like pelvic exams, that I dread but I couldn't care less anout rhe actual undressing now.

I became urinary incontinent due to a spinal cord injury at 41. From all the urologist, surgeon's office visits and exams, it became less embarrassing after a year .

Now a MtF trans woman that is scheduled for SRS bottom surgery in four months. Already having three genitalia exams from my endocrinologist. It's wasn't embarrassing, just awkward of unwanted genitalia.

My pre-op SRS exam will be much more invasive I'm sure. Probably will not be embarrassing, but more exciting to get it done and then the SRS bottom surgery.

It is not a case that I am totally without embarrassment, but by the time I got to my mid to late 20s medical exams had just become a part of life. About that same time I was pregnant with our daughter so going to the doctor for those prenatal events really goes a long way to taking away any feeling of embarrassment and need for modesty. After a few times of going to the OB/GYN and lying there naked from the waist down with legs spread and in stirrups is a bit of a humbling experience to say the least.

I did not have any brothers so I grew up dressing alone in my room. As a result I was very shy. That didn't change until I was 50 and got into enemas. I still remember going to the first enema nurse. I made the appointment, want to go, but almost chickened out. But I went and had a great time having her give me enemas. After that I went to some other enema nurses, had a couple enemates, and so undressing in a womans presence became normal. I am still that way today. My shyness is gone. It is the same at the doctor, I undress to what ever extent they tell me and don't think anything about it.

14. Thanks to my pediatrician. So my pediatrician would always undo my pants for me at checkups. If it was a physical exam he would pull my briefs down for me. At 14 he was done doing part of the exam while I was laying on the paper exam table sheet with my briefs down. He told me to hop off the exam table and I started to pull my underwear up. He said in a stern voice "what are you doing" and I said "aren't we done with the exam?" He replied "no we aren't done with the exam, why don't you just take those off I've already seen everything"... So I took them off and stood nude in front of the doctor. While his bedside manners were horrible he made me realize something. The doctor is going to look everywhere and touch my genitals and eventually stick a finger up my ass at a certain age so why get embarrassed by a person who's going to be looking at everything eventually.

Having increasing health issues as I have gotten older has caused me to go through more invasive exams and treatments. That has lowered but not eliminated my embarrassment.

Maybe I’m an exhibitionist without knowing it but I have never been embarrassed at the doctor. I grew up in the days of communal showers and swimming naked in gym class so exposing body parts at the doctors office was nothing new. More recently as more women have become doctors I’ve learned to embrace the CFNM aspects of that too. Whenever I have a choice I actually prefer seeing female doctors.

I guess when I was in my late 20s or early 30s. I had been seeing my current doctor for a while at that point and I was comfortable with him seeing me in my boxers and then with an erection when he examined my testicles and penis

After I had my kids. There is zero modesty after childbirth. At least in a medical setting, after that it wasn’t a big deal.

Having gone through nude swimming lessons and almost daily nude exposure in gym locker rooms since age six or so, I don’t ever recall being embarrassed for a physical exam.

Watching my wife’s three childbirths, I’d guess any form of naked exposure by a doctor would have no element of self consciousness, unless they were uncomfortable about their appearance

At what age did I become less embarrassed about body exposure at the doctor?

After having hemorrhoidectomy surgery at the age of 42, I was no longer embarrassed about any kind of body exposure at the doctor, in the hospital, or in the cafeteria. By the end of my three-day hospital stay, I no longer cared who saw my bits and butt, be they female or male, old or young, and/or medical personnel or cafeteria workers.

Before the surgery, I was embarrassed to even say the word “hemorrhoids” let alone expose them to anybody. Only when they became ever so painful did I finally swallow my pride and go to the doctor for help. “Hey, doc, I’ve got . . . uh . . . ummm . . . well . . . it’s like . . . this pain, umm . . . . how do I say this . . . you know what? You’re a doctor and this ain’t your first rodeo so, how about I just show you.”

Eventually, I became less embarrassed talking about my pain in the butt. When the pain became unbearable I did the unthinkable: I had the hemorrhoidectomy surgery. The surgery itself was not so bad, mostly because I was completely out of it with the anesthesia. And I survived the three days in the hospital only because I got plenty of pain medication in my IV drip-line.

But then there was the issue about the body exposure.

On my previous six surgeries which included an inguinal hernia repair with some exposure down there, I was able to preserve a bit of modesty, but not with the hemorrhoidectomy. During my 72 hours in the hospital, it seemed like an inordinate number of people stopped by to behold my bottom.

The personnel who came to gawk at my uncovered keister did not care about my modesty and I gained an appreciation for my wife when she gave birth to our four children, because no one cared about her modesty and it seemed like every five minutes someone from the hospital staff was lifting up the blankets to see how many centimeters she was dilated.

It was pretty much the same for me after the hemorrhoidectomy , well, except unlike my wife's situation I had drugs to deaden the pain, and, unlike my wife, I didn't have a baby's head trying push its way out my anus, and, unlike my wife, the people didn't stick their hand inside my rectum to measure how many centimeters I was dilated. Alright, so I guess my hemorrhoidectomy was not very much like my wife having a baby, except that a whole lot of people peeked at my privates.

On the first day in the hospital after my hemorrhoidectomy, I was a bit shy about pulling back the blankets so someone could take a look down there, but by the time the tenth person dropped by and even brought a student to observe, all my modesty went out the window and I no longer cared who saw my stitched-up tush.

Mine must have been an interesting case because more students were paraded past my posterior during the next 48 hours, and a few people seemed like they just tagged along for the show. I'm quite certain that by the end of my hospital stay, the observers included four candy stripers, three cafeteria workers, two gift-shop cashiers, and a partridge in a pear tree. It seemed like everybody wanted to see my behind. I guess maybe they wanted to get a little behind in their work.

What can I say? I must have an extremely handsome hiney, a beautiful behind, a picturesque posterior, a delightful derriere, or maybe it’s just a ridiculous rump, and therefore everyone wanted to make their way past the end of my bed to take a gander at the goods. Even Seymour Butts came through for the obvious reason: He wanted to see more butts.

If I had a nickel for every person who inspected my bum hole during that hospital stay, I'd be a rich man.

Well, I would have at least $1.30.

I became less embarrassed in my late 20s after regular STD checkups in college and grad school and it mostly stayed that way with few exceptions. Recently however I’m embarrassed all over again but I think it because many of the female doctors and nurses are younger then my adult daughters. I feel kind of awkward for some reason that I have not felt in quite awhile.

Covid got me in 2021 before there were any vaccines. I started in ICU then transitioned to Long Term Acute Care and then a Physical Rehab Hospital. From the drugs they used on me, I have no memory of anything from walking into the ER until I woke up in the LTAC, but I had been in bed so long I was a puddle of protoplasm. I had to learn to walk again, as well as how to feed myself, shower, shave...everything. In the Rehab Hospital, they had a therapist with me in the shower. For my adult potty training, I had one or two OTs to transfer me from the wheelchair, stand me up, pull my underwear down and sit me on the toilet. When finished, they stood me up, wiped my butt, replaced the underwear and assisted me back into the wheelchair. A few of the therapists were men, but most were women.

After this, I found it really difficult to get my modesty back...in fact it pretty much is gone. I was 69 then and it's been five years now.

College age, so around 19+. I began going to a doctor that was LGBT friendly and started getting regular physicals and STD check ups. The first visit was embarrassing because I was never asked those questions so openly by a stranger. I was asked if I had sex with women, men, or both. Then I was asked about how many partners and how I had sex. All that resulted in screening that required I be naked from the waist down as I got full genital, anal and rectal exams regularly. I got used to the process and appreciated staying healthy.

To be honest, I have never felt embarssed when I have been to see the doctor. They know what they are doing. Its just the same as having a plumber round to fix your leaking taps !

In my 50's.....

After I broke both of my arms 3 1/2 years ago. Kind of hard to "cover up" when you can't move your arms well.

Poor EKG techs moving my unbraed boobs out of the way to get the leads placed and working.

My experience is that "age" is not the major factor influencing body exposure embarrassment. In my life I have had several medical experiences that should-of or could-of been embarrassing ... but I felt like this is just normal and not embarrassing ... for example, I experienced a bladder infection and was unable to pass urine and the young attractive female nurse walked in and raised my hospital gown and with one hand grabbed by penis to insert a cathedar... with my wife standing by the table side.. Another time, a day after heart surgery the intensive care nurse (again female) came to check my recovery and along the way reached for my man-part and noted my reaction demonstrated I was recovering 'just fine". Ask any woman who has a baby or two about her concern about "modesty" , i.e. "body exposure" ! Sure I was "embarrassed" the first time I experienced a full body message but now I find I there is nothing to be embarrassed about.

I don't think I'm embarrassed .. I think for me it's the feeling of not being in control. I STILL DON'T LIKE being exposed at the doctor. I would much rather be the "doctor" asking my "patient" to take his clothes off.

I stopped Caring sometime in my early 20s. I became Very comfortable being naked so going to the doctor was not at all problematic.

In my early 20's after going to Nude Campgrounds and Bathouses I had been seen naked enough that one more person did not faze me.😃

I suspect it was in my 30s when I found aPrimary Care doc I saw for over 25 years. His nurse walked in one day while I was bent over for my prostate check. She was still there when I stood up. I was never concerned about exposure after that...

Probably when I was hospitalized with my first pregnancy. It was a teaching hospital and I was there for several weeks. Every doctor, student, resident etc wanted to have a say

In my 20's when I became more aware of mortality with my parents having illnesses. As a teen it was both embarrassing and exciting but less so as an adult. That's why I treasure role play now, I can access that excitement and anxiety in an erotic but safe way.

During my childhood, I was always embarrassed to have my pants down at the clinic. This was primarily because of a particular nurse who was really into being the one to unbuckle my belt, and then she enjoyed pulling down my pants and underwear all the way past my knees. (I always wondered why she couldn't just pull them down in the back for a shot to my hips, instead of stripping me down so my penis and scrotum were in view, too.) And the nurse would leave them that way for a long time after the shot. (I wrote about this in more detail elsewhere on Zity.)

As an adult, my feelings definitely changed. Part of it involved my first experiences with a very open-minded licensed massage therapist, who instructed me to get completely nude and lie down under her towel, for the massage...but to my surprise, she didn't leave the room while I was stripping. She wasn't obviously staring, but she was sending the message that seeing me naked was no big deal. I still tried to keep my back to her while I stripped down...but all that soon changed, when she initiated me into the more sensual aspects of massage, about a year into our pro - client relationship.

My experience shifted from feeling embarrassed at being naked in front of a medical or massage professional, to enjoying the gradual reveals and the feelings of vulnerability.

For example, when I went to a skin clinic because of pain in one area, and the dermatologist (a lovely eastern European woman in her late 30s) asked me if I would like a full body skin exam while I was there. When I agreed, she told me to strip completely. I enjoyed that, and her exam (which included careful study of my genitals and between my hips, though no deliberately sexual touch) very much.

Certainly by the time I was 70 yrs old I didn't care who saw what. I jJust wanted their medical expertise.

Interesting question. It was late into my twenties when I was no longer embarrassed being nude in front of a doctor, or anyone else in the proper setting. I was healthy and in the best shape of my life and proud of the hard work I had put into myself. As I have aged, I still enjoy being naked in the right environment but am much less comfortable being nude in front of my primary care physician. Interestingly, it is only my PCP. I don’t mind being nude in front of my urologist, dermatologist, or gastroenterologist. I guess it is only my PCP that tells me to lose weight and when I am nude in front of him, I know that I am going to get a less than gentle rectal exam. I keep telling myself that one of these days I will decide to get a new PCP.