Medicals Exams in the UK

I read somewhere that Scottish school leavers have to undergo a totally nude physical at the end of their school year. Is this true?

I seriously doubt any examination would be carried out with the patient nude, I'm not certain medical exams are still performed in schools in the UK. Perhaps one of our Scottish members could answer that.

Went through the UK medical education system from 1968 to 1980, had one visit tot he Dr's before first day of school when I was 5 had to strip down to underwear, with the girls, nothing very embarrassing, just a quick cursory look over nothing invasive or shocking. Then went to senior school at 12, again a quick visit tot he medical room, had to remove shirt only this time, that was it. When we were in last year of school, had to have another medical, again only had to remove shirt and that was it. Never ever was examined intimately once in my schooling or by any Dr. in my youth, think I got off scott free.

I seriously doubt any examination would be carried out with the patient nude, I'm not certain medical exams are still performed in schools in the UK. Perhaps one of our Scottish members could answer that.

Physical exams were still carried out north of the border 15 years ago, when I was at school, but obviously can't say if anything's changed since. They weren't however carried out nude! I only removed my boxers briefly for the hernia check and while they palpated my balls.

I had a medical at primary school, I was called out of class to go to the "medical room" where I was surprised to find my mother,

it was a strip down to vest and pants, and walk up and down and the usual doctor stethoscope and blood pressure tests, until my mother told the 3 medics "he has been recently circumcised" with that my y fronts were pulled down to the retort "that's good boys should be circumcised" and my penis was very throughly examined indeed, as far as I knew I was the only circumcised boy, of course this being the 70s I was not spoken to I was just the boy being examined,

the only other medical checks at primary school were dental checkups, with the instruments dripping in some sort of syrupy disinfectant that was akin to fairy liquid and always made me gag,

Although some boys had a medical before leaving secondary school, I didn't and I'm rather dissapointed about that having had my med-fet interests stirred at such a young age, I do wonder how that may have gone, and have craved a medical examination ever since, the only medical experiences I did have at secondary school were a hearing test, and colour blindness check, I somehow avoided gettting the innoculation injections too.

I vividly remember my first full medical at school when I was 7. It started with the brown envelopes being delivered to the class in the school register in the morning. We we instructed to take these envelopes home to our parents without opening them. The letter inside said that a medical was to be performed by the school doctor the next week and that a parent needed to be present for the exam. When the day came, one by one we were called to go to the school medical room to meet our accompanying parent and the doctor.

Once inside the room, general health questions were asked and them I had to take my shirt off. Next, the doctor checked by eyesight and hearing and measured by heart with a stethoscope. After this I though everything was finished but was very wrong. The doctor, who was a women in her mid fifties, then asked me to remove all my remaining clothes including my underwear and lay on the examination table to have my entire body checked. This shocked me and I just stood there not wanting to take any more clothes off. A discussion was then had with my mother who was present for the exam.

I cant remember what was said but the doctor then turned to me and said we would finish the exam where I was without me having to get on the table. During the previous discussion I had been standing in the middle of the exam room nervously waiting for what would happed next. The doctor then came over and kneeled down directly in front of me and proceeded to ask me to drop my trousers to the floor. I had no option but to unbutton my trousers and lower them to the floor. I was now standing in front of the doctor in just my underwear with my trousers round my ankles. The doctor then had a quick look at my legs and then instructed me to drop my pants. I had no option but to lower my underpants so I was completely naked in from of her.

Being knelt down the doctors face was directly in front of my penis, and for what seemed like ages she just stared at my naked genitals. She then had a feel of my testicles and then asked me to pull my foreskin back. This was the most embarrassing part of the exam as my foreskin was very tight and didn't retract properly. I remember trying to explain this to the doc but due to my age, didn't really know what should really happen with my foreskin. The doctor then took hold of the end of my penis slowly started to retract my skin. I remember looking down seeing the doctors fingers round the end of my penis and the tip of my glans trying unsuccessfully to pop out of the skin. Although at the time I didn't really understand was being said at the time, the doctor then nstructed my mother to take me to the family doctor for a circumcision. I felt totally humiliated with so much attention being given to my naked genitals.

I was then told to get dressed again and the medical was over. Several weeks later, the embarrassment happened again. I was taken to the family doctor for my circumcision check. Luckily for me rather than sending me straight to the hospital, the other doctor said to give my foreskin a little more time to loosen off, which eventually it did. This school medical which happened in the late 70s in Yorkshire is something I will never forget.

I have always wondered what it was like to be examined in England. group physical; with a pediatrician, home exam etc. Educate me

I had home examinations as a child. Usually examined by the doctor as I lay in my bed. My chest was bare as the doctor listened to me breathe deeply inhaling and exhaling with my mouth open a little. I can remember having my chest tapped on to. As a child my sister was also examined at home. As an adult i'm examined at the surgery. Don't remember being examined in a group setting.

I remember my school medical. This was in England in the early to mid 1990s. I was about 6 or 7 at the time

I can't remember a consent form or much of the beginning but I vaguely remember going into a room, probably the nurses room and a lady doctor being there and my dad too. She started off by getting me to pull off my jumper and open my shirt so she could listen to my heart and lungs. Then I took off my shoes and got me to do some physical exercises. I pretty much thought this was all a game. Then had to cover one eye then the other in a vision test. After this, she told me to take off my trousers and socks, so I was just down to my fully unbuttoned school shirt and white pants (briefs). Seemed a bit weird for me to take my trousers off in front of people but I did it.

There was some more fitness exercises or something, may have had a look at my feet and legs. Then comes the part I remember. She sat down and asked me to stand in front of my, pulling me towards her a little. As I looked down, she slipped her hands into my pants and pulled the front down and my willy flopped out to my massive embarassment, right in front of her and my dad. More embarassingly, she took hold of my willy and had a good look, partially pushing my foreskin back a little and I remember her saying something like "developing well"something like that. Then she had a quick feel around my scrotum then she put my willy back in my pants and the exam was over and she said I could get dressed.

I remember feeling so embarassed and humiliated by having this stranger handle me like that, especially in front of my dad.

I vaguely recall my best friend saying something about doctors a few months later, saying "she was rude with us".

Started my med fet off in adolescence and still love it now. This thread was great so wanted to add my own story.

There was a very quick medical when I was about 6 or 7 years old. Nothing much to it. Stripped down to underpants and vest only but didn't get my underpants taken down to make sure I had a penis and two balls. Can't have been anything much more than having a general look to be sure we all looked well and nourished. If I don't remember anything much about it, not much can have happened.

I was in school in England from the mid 1980s until the late 1990s and my experience of 'school medicals' was as follows:

• I have a very vague and very foggy recolection of some kind of 'school doctor' visit in Nursery when I was 4 years old, but I can recall no specifics.

• In year 3 maybe, I have another vague memory of going to the school receptionist's office, where the 'School doctor' was sitting with my mother. I don't remember much about the actual exam other than not being able to see the numbers in the pages coloured dots....and being told I could never be a train driver because I was colourblind!

• A couple of times in primary school I remember being called out of class in groups and lining up outside the staff room to go in and see the public health nurses for eye sight tests where they had us cover each eye and read the eye chart and hearing tests where we had to sit with the blue and red headphones in and press the button every time we heard the quite beep. A similar test was done in high school at least once before year 9.

• The most common health visit was from the 'School dentist', this happened at least theee times in primary school and at least twice in High School. Again, we were called out of class in groups of ten or so where we would have to line up outside the receptionists office in primary school and a small classroom in high school. Once it was your turn you would walk in to the room and sit down on a standard plastic classroom chair in the middle of the room with your back to the dentist who sat on a larger chair behind with his legs spread. You then had to lean back in to his lap almost and open wide. As a previous poster said, the instruments would be soaking in a horrible tasting disinfectant, which along with the latex gloves would leave a nasty taste in your mouth. With the light shining in your face he would call out numbers and letters to a giri sitting close by who would record it all in a file.

• In year 4 I remember a public health nurse actually coming in to our classroom in the middle of a lesson and our teacher telling us to get up and line up so the nurse could check our heads for headlice.

The common theme throughout every one of these 'school medicals' or screenings was my intense feelings of apprehension on the day of the exams and the guaranteed onset of an erection the moment I got in line otside the designated room. This wasn't helped by the fact that we almost always went in groups delineated by surname rather than gender so you often found yourself in line next to a cute girl who you might have a crush on. This became most awkward when I had to sit down for the dentist or stand on the spot for the eye test in full view of the next couple of students in line!

At the time I had no idea why I would get an erection every time there was a medical visit; I think I just thought it was a natural side effect of being nervous!

I had my first medical exam when I started senior school at the age of 11. This was in London in the late 1980s.

Basically we were called to the school nurse's office in batches of about six boys at a time, in alphabetical order. The first pair of boys were told to go in while the rest lined up outside waiting their turn.

I was one of the first pair called by the nurse, a middle aged woman who was assisted by a younger woman. After checking our names the nurse told us both to take off our shirts (and vests if we were wearing any). Then the other boy was given a sight test, covering each eye alternately, while I had to stand waiting for my turn. Once his test was finished, he was called into the inner office to see the (male) doctor, and I then had my sight test. I was quite a shy boy so I felt a bit uncomfortable standing there stripped to the waist for so long. To this day I can't really fathom why I had to take off my shirt to have my eyes tested!

Once the first boy emerged from the doctor's office I was told to enter, still wearing my school trousers, socks and shoes. The doctor was friendly enough, I think he could see I was shy. Next I had to strip down to my underpants and lie on the couch while he took my pulse and examined me pretty much head to toe, asking questions about my general health. I had to sit up while he pressed the stethoscope against my chest to check my heartbeat. Unsurprisingly, it felt really cold against my skin!

Finally the doctor told me to stand up and drop my pants. I'd heard rumours about this so it was no surprise but still of course a bit embarrassing. I wasn't naked for long though, a couple of coughs later and he told me to pull them back up. Finally I had to have my height and weight measurements taken, then the doctor said 'you can get dressed now' as he began to fill in the paperwork.

Of course I couldn't get dressed completely as my shirt was still outside in the nurse's room. As I made my way back out there, the next boy passed me and a third boy was a getting ready to have his sight test. Both were stripped to the waist as well, of course. I think the whole exam took about 15 minutes or so.

I don't know how active this thread is. I would certainly love to add to it. I may have more experience than most of UK school medical examinations. I had my first one at age 7 way back in 1960. Because I had a potentially serious medical condition, I was monitored regularly. So, unlike my classmates, I had a school necical every single year at Junior School (1960 - 1963) and every single year at Gramnar School (1964 - 1970). Many of them I recall vividly. I will gladly post accounts, if there is any interest.

Because of a long -standing ( but gradually improving) medical condition, I had to undergo annual school medicals every single year of my school life. Yes....so that was a medical every year aged 7 - 17 (1960 - 1970). Of course, being pre - pubescent and totaly naive....there was very little self - consciousness when I was very young. Naturally, things got much worse as puberty kicked in. Also interesting ( I believe)...I was always examined alone. My mother tragically died when I was young, and my father decided he could not take time off work.

I grew up in a tough East Midlands mining/ railways/ factory town. Discipline (including liberal use of CP) was harsh at my Junior School. Thus doctors, like teachers, were authority figures to be respected and obeyed without question. My J S medicals were more or less all identical, so I shall describe the one I had aged 11 in 1963.

The medicals always took place en masse in the school hall, during the afternoon. All of the boys from our class had to go down to the school hall (taking a reading book with us). We then had to strip off down to our vest and pants. There were PE benches out. We put our clothes under or behind the bench and then sat down to read in silence. Anyone who spoke was likely to be hauled out and slippered.

Our names were called out in pairs, probably in alphabetical order. We went behind some screens where two school nurses were waiting. I still remember the feel of bare feet on polished parquet flooring. The nurses did lots of routine things such as checking our hair ( for head lice), checking our fingernails and toenails ( hygiene?), generally looking us up and down etc. They also recorded our height, weight, waist size etc., etc. Behind another set of screens, the doctor was waiting. I knew my turn was imminent.

I also knew what was coming....after all, I was 11 now. I knew I would soon be completely naked. I always felt a mixture of excitement and anxiety. A little bonus tjough....as I stepped into the next area when my name was called, the previous boy was coming out..,totally nude. Even then, I quite liked seeing some of my classmates naked. He blushed slightly as he hurried to get dressed. Then I was with the doctor.

They always seemed to be c.mid - 30s, breezy, well - spoken and avuncular. "Ah, now then. How are we today? Good, well...come along now, there's a good chap." Etc., etc. All very jolly. All the usual things. Open wide ( wooden spatula)... Say Aaaahh. Lights in the eyes, lights in the ears. Stethoscope on chest and back ( vest removed ). Back / chedt tapped. Abdomen palpated. Reflexes tests etc etc.

Finally the dreaded moment. I steeled myself for it. In Nottinghamshire

Now, I wonder if these things occurred because they did and it was no big deal until somebody made something of it OR were these "medical professionals" really taking advantage of a situation for personal pleasure?

One thing that I don't quiet understand, in your first post you said that you got annual exams wich the other pupils did not get. But then you say that everyone got examined in your second post. I probably misunderstood you in some way

(Conclusion of previous post)

The doctors always used the same inane euphemisms."Now...we're just going to see what's going on down below, then we'll have a quick look at your back passage." Meaning, of course, the Doc was going to have a good close look at my penis, scrotum / testes and anus. I did not know the meaning of all of these words at age 11...but my embarrassment level was rising."Now, just slip your pants right off. There's a good lad."

I was now completely naked as he asked / told me (not unkindly) to stand with my legs apart. He took my small penis between his forefinger and thumb and gently squeezed it. My foreskin was tight and it hurt just a tiny bit as he retracted it ( to be honest. ..still being prepubescent..ir was not something I habitually did with my penis. He made one or two notes before gently, but firmly, palpating my juvenile balls. I felt a mixture of sort of pleasure, mixed with acute embarrassment.

Finally, he asked me to turn around, bend over, reach forward and hold my ankles ( legs slightly apart ). I felt his hands on my buttocks as he parted them. I just felt horribly ashaned and humiliated as he was looking up my 'bum hole'. No finger insertion tnough st that young age.

Then I had to perform some basic Calisthenics ( still naked!!). A bit embarrasing, but I think it was genuinely to do with assessing my medical condition. I was probably only naked for 3 or 4 minutes...but it felt like ages. Finally, he said that I could collect my underwear and go. Stepping out into the next area to put my vest and pants back on, I was briefly naked there and the next boy going in saw me in the nude for a few seconds. I got dressed then re -joined the others in the hall. After a while, we were all ordered to put our clothes back on and return to class.

For a long time after that...I wanted to be a school doctor. I had a couple of friends ( boys) and we did re -enactments. I found that I enjoyed being the 'doctor' as much as being the patient, It was an exciting feeling of power...making my friends take all of their clothes off. Equally, I quite liked being made to strip and then being 'touched up' by the 'doctor'!

NotForMe.....I never questioned what happened to me. On reflection...I did not ever feel abused by the school doctors at Junior School. But ( many, many, many years later) I did discover that boys who had a parent ( usually their mother) with them. .were never made to strip totally naked in the same way. Everything happened more or less the same way...but, for example, after their chest / back examination, they were allowed to put their vests back on. Then the doctor either asked them to lower their underpants, or else the doctor just pulled the waistband forwards and did a quick visual inspection, although one friend did recall the doctor feeling his penis etc. But...I find it interesting that they were not made to strip, and stand, totally naked as I was...so who knows??

TheDr....what I meant was ( I should have been clearer ). Everyone had at least one or two medicals at Junior School..but I had four. One would have been when the whole class of boys had a medical. In my case, if I was the only boy in my class having to have a medical in a particular school year, then I was just sent out to join whichever group of boys were being examined on that particular day. Sorry, I did not make thst clear emough.

I did not have any school medicals that got really embarrassing. There was really just one medical when I was in my last year in school and I think I was nearly 16. A lot of it was like an interview really because I was asked a few questions about how my health was and I was not worried by any of them. It was all done really quick. I got my eyes and ears checked and a look in my mouth too I think. The doctor wanted me to unbutton my blouse to check my heart and my bra was kept on. I did not get asked to undress so I was not down to my bra and knickers in front of the doctor. There was no breast exam so my bra did not come off then either and I did not get asked to pull my knickers down to check if I had developed. When I was 14 and 15 it was a bit obvious I was developed anyway because I looked more like I was 19. I had grown very tall and I really did have a woman's body so there could not really be a lot of doubt.

My friends said their exams were like mine was so I do not think any of them got asked to undress either. We had all got ourselves worried we were all going to get breast exams and have pelvic exams but it was not like that. I was 25 when I had my first cervical smear and I was 28 18 months ago when I got my first breast exam and a proper pelvic exam.

Perhaps it's little wonder I am hung up on medicals. As well as the routine school medicals, I had a lot of physiotherapy as a boy. Mostly, I was always required to strip down to underpants. Occasionally I was instructed to be naked. But, I knew my physiotherapists really well ( because I saw them often). They were all women and they were wonderful. I felt very relaxed and comfortable with them. So, over the course of six or seven years, I was totally unhibited about taking my clothes off in front of them. There was never a hint of impropriety.

It was the same with my Consultant Paediatrician Dr ******. A wonderful doctor. He supervised / devised my overall treatment. I had to see him twice a year and I was always required to undress completely. Again, tnis was to assess my entire body in general terms...it never involved anytning to do with my genitalia etc ( which in any event was still juvenile). By the time I was nearly 12, I had seen him so many times that, again, it felt quite normal stripping in front of him. I was always put through various bending, stretching, flexing routines and manipulation of limbs...together with some massage..but it was all strictly above board and medical. Most definitely. So, what with two visits to Dr ***** per year, plus a school medical, plus a dozen or so physiotherapy sessions...then, as you can work out, I was having to strip off for adults about 15 or 16 times a year....being naked about 5 or 6 times per year on average. So....it wasxa mixture of sort of relief ( yet tinged with a kind of sadness ) when Dr ***** informed me in May, 1964 that my physiotherapy sessions would end on my 12th birthday in August and that my next visit to him in Ocrober, 1964 would be my last, because he was so pleased with my progress. In one way I was really happy.,in another, again, quite sad. But.....my final visit provided a tremendous shock. ( To be continued...)

I was very happy with regard to my final appointment with Dr ***** in October, 1964. I was aged a little over 12 and I had just started my second year at grammar school. My appointment was at the main hospital in M********, where I was also at school ( a 10 minute walk away). I attended unaccompanied, and the bonus for me was that I had been given the afternoon off school. My plan was therefore that I would rush off to catch the bus for the 6 mile journey home just as soon as I was finished at the hospital.

I knew more or less exactly what to expect. Dr ****** was always cheery, brisk and breezy....a sort of Pater Familiaras. He always spoke with clipped, precise tones and always (very common in the 1950s/60s) in the third person."Right. How are we today?Good. Right.Down to business. Let's get undressed shall we? Everything off. Splendid!" Of course, I understood that stripping naked only applied to me! I had been examined by Dr***** lots of times....so I was not unduly embarrassed.

Because of the nature of my condition / treatment, I am sure that my full nudity was because he had to closely inspect the bones /joints/muscles around my hip /lower spine / pelvic girdle. I had to perform a whole series of bends, stretches, flexes ( a sort of mix of Calisthenics and what we would now call Pilates) and other exercises under extremely close direction/ observation. Additionally, he would carry out many manipulations (especially of my legs /hips) to test for flexibility /rotation/ strength. The whole process lasted c.30 mins and I was naked throughout...but it was almost routine with him and I did not mind. Eventually he told me to get dressed.

Whilst I was dressing, he wrote up some notes whilst telling me that he was very proud of me and that I had been very brave, 'overcoming enormous physical difficulties'. I blushed, I am sure. He also said that my treatment was at an end and that I was discharged. Sadly, it meant that I would not need to see him again. He smiled kindly and told me to take a seat, as he had a little surprise for me. Wow....I felt pleased. I wondered what the surprise might be!!! Poor naive, trusting boy. The surprise proved to be one of the most awful shocks of my entire life. (TBC)

(Continued from the previous post. Background : I suffered severe oxygen starvation at birth resulting, I imagine, in some type of brain damage. I gather that my parents were told that I would never speak, never stand unaided and never walk. Well, I did speak...but I could not stand or walk until I was five years of age. Previously I had to pull myself along on my tummy or shuffle on my bottom. My legs were seemingly paralysed. But, after age five, I got stronger and stronger.,...doubtless the regular physiotherapy and attention from Dr ***** helped enormously. I had seemingly defied medical science. OK. Back to October, 1964)

Dressed in my very smart school uniform, I excitedly wondered what my surprise might be as I followed Dr***** through a labyrinth of corridors at Mansfield General Hospital (long since closed and demolished). We eventually arrived at what I now know to be a lecture theatre. Dr***** indicated that I should take a seat as he began to speak to the people gathered there. I would estimate that there were 30 - 40 men and women. Again, I now know that they were undoubtedly a mix of medical students, doctors, physiotherapists, paediatricians, paediatric nurses, occupational therapists, fellow consultants etc., etc.

Dr ***** used a slide projector and an OHP as he delivered his lecture. Of course, I understood very little of the complicated medical terms and jargon. But I did realise that his lecture was all to do with the treatment of children with serious medical conditions such as mine. For all I know, he may have pioneered some effectivetherapies. I may have been a local cause - celebre (having been totally 'written off' by other medical professionals). Dr ****** received generous applause at the end. As he continued to speak, something truly awful began to dawn on me. He was talking about 'examining the patient'.

I still distinctly recall my absolute feelings of horror ( terror even) as he quietly said to me." Now, come along ******, get undressed, there's a good lad." My heart was thundering, my mind reeling. It was one thing to get undressed for Dr ****** who I knew and trusted. Quite another thing to take my clothes off in front of a whole room of strangers. I just stood transfixed, slightly trembling. "Come along, come along. Chop!Chop! We are all very busy people." Very reluctantly, I began to strip. I just felt as though everyone's eyes were boring into me. Hoping against hope, I stepped onto some PT mats, which had been provided, in my vest and pants.

Dr****** stared at me and tutted."No, no, no, no. Tsk! Tsk! This won't do. Come along now..,,,everything off. Everything, there's a good boy!" Then, as an aside to his audience "I think he's a bit shy." Cue much laughter (but it was sympathetic). Then to me again"Clothes off, come along!! Splendid." Flushed, stomach churning, heart pumping I stepped onto the mats..totally naked. I was put through many exercises and many of the other doctors, nurses etc spoke to me, touched me, manipulated me etc., etc. They were all very kind and nothing improper occurred. I just felt so horribly vulnerable and mortified. When I was told that I could get dressed and go, I have never moved so fast in my life. I raced through the hospital corridors and then ran all the way down to the bus stop....and thence, at the end of the journey, ran all the way to the comparative safety of home.

(I was asked recently about the very thorough medical I had shortly before going to University. This is the text of my reply😃

How different things were back in the late 1960s, early 1970s here in the UK. There was an Education / Teaching element to my degree course and I think my medical was because of reqirements from the DFES (Department Of Education and Science). It was very thorough indeed. As well as the full medical, it included a chest X Ray (to rule out TB) a hearing test and an eye test.

The medical itself was fairly standard.....not much different than when I was a schoolboy.....but I was treated with a little more respect. I had only just turned 18. The eye tests / hearing test and X Ray were done separately (but were all on the same day ). I had to strip to the waist for the X Ray, but dressed again because the doctor's room was a few minutes' walk away.

I turned up at the appointed time and went straight into the examination room after knocking on the door and being called in. There was a doctor ( male) and a nurse (female) -cum-assistant. First up, I spent 3 or 4 minutes chatting to the doctor about general health. I had no major issues that I knew about. He asked me to go behind a screen and take all of my clothes off, apart from my underpants. As I had had so many school medicals (the last one only being 3 months before this examination), it did not particularly bother me.

The nurse checked my height and weight, waist / chest measurenents etc., etc. She then did some kind of admin work ( eventually leaving the room, while the doctor took over). It was pretty routine. The light shone in the eyes, in the ears, in the mouth. Wooden spatula depressing the tongue, throat checked. Temperature taken ( thermometer under the tongue).

Reflexes checked. Blood pressure taken. Chest and back 'tapped'. Back and chest examined with a stethoscope. I then had to lie down while he listened to my abdomen (stethoscope ) and then palpated my abdomen. Finally ( I knew it was coming ) he asked me very vague questions about genitals before asking me to remove my underpants completely. I did and lay down again (now naked of course). He palpated my testicles for a while and also felt up my penis (I felt slight tumescence). He asked me a couple of general questions and I told him that my foreskin was tight, but that it did pull back.

He then retracted it a couple of times. The second time he examined the glans and squeezed my penis slightly. He commented that 'everything seemed to be in order'. I was then asked to spread my legs slightly wider and raise my buttocks as he wished to inspect my anus ( I found that very embarrassing ). However, it was only a visual inspection ( no finger insertion). He then asked me to stand and face him, legs slightly apart. ...the classic hernia test.,,he cupped my balls and asked me to cough, bear down and turn my head a couple of times. He then gave me a small pastic phial and told me to go into the toilet and provide an urine sample, which I duly did.

After that he told me to take a seat ( still naked ) while he talked to me for a couple of munutes. He told me that I would need some kind of medical certificate before I started my studies and he was certain that I had passed the medical and everything was fine. He asked me if I had any questions. I said no. He then wished me luck for the future and told me I could get dressed and then I was free to go.

(Coda: In 1982 my wife and I successfully applied for our first mortgage. As I was the main 'breadwinner' - I had to undergo a full medical before the mortgage application was approved. I was 29. There was no hearing test and no eye test....but, otherwise, it was more or less identical to the medical just described. I had to strip naked by the end and...yes....genitals etc were closely examined. In 2017, I cannot imagine anyone in the UK nowadays applying for a mortgage having to be examined that initimately, if at all.)

(Coda: In 1982 my wife and I successfully applied for our first mortgage. As I was the main 'breadwinner' - I had to undergo a full medical before the mortgage application was approved. I was 29. There was no hearing test and no eye test....but, otherwise, it was more or less identical to the medical just described. I had to strip naked by the end and...yes....genitals etc were closely examined. In 2017, I cannot imagine anyone in the UK nowadays applying for a mortgage having to be examined that initimately, if at all.)[/quote]

I had a similar experience in 1974 When insurance was mandatory for the mortgage.

I had to undergo a thorough medical which included a genital exam. I was initially required to undress to the waist but as the examination progressed I was instructed to lower my jeans and briefs to my ankles whereupon the genital exam was carried out. The thing I found more embarrassing was following the genital exam I was asked to lie on the exam couch still with my jeans and briefs around my ankles and an abdominal examination was performed.

@schoolmedsboi Did the doctor not say anything about you having a tight foreskin? Was that not a problem?

Fennf....Some of the Doctors commented that my foreskin was tight. It still is tight. Nevertheless, although it is tight...it does retract over the glans. I can expose my glans. I shower every day. I always retract my foreskin and clean thoroughly. There were two occasions ( out of a lot of exams)...when doctors mentioned the possibility of circumcision...but then they contradicted themselves by saying that, as my foreskin did retract, even though it was tight, then it would probably not be necessary.

Great to hear of other people's experiences. To return to the subject of school medicals...I started at Grammar School in September 1963. For a boy from a tough coal mining town it was a real culture shock. The headmaster was fearsome and the other masters were universally nasty and vicious. Discipline was draconian and the numerous school rules were ruthlessly enforced. Basically, I was in awe and fear of them all.

During the summer term, 1964 I was given the usual brown envelope (from the Nottinghamshire Education Health Authority) to take home. It was a notification that I was to have a medical examination at school the following week. As ever, my father signed the forms and told me that he would be working and so he would not be at my medical (nothing new there, I was always unaccompanied). I returned the forms to the school office the next day.

The system for medicals was very different to what I was used to at junior school. I think I was the only boy in the class to have a medical that year. We had a school matron - but her room was never used for medicals. No, they converted the deputy headmaster's study temporarily for that purpose. No mass gatherings of boys in the hall, all stripping off together. No..much more solitary. Come the day of the examI was feeling the usual mixture of nervousness and excitement.

I was in the middle of a lesson about pluperfect tenses in French (or something similar ) when a sixth form prefect came in and spoke briefly to the teacher. When my name was called out, I knew it was time. I packed all of my books etc into my leather satchel ( I would be in a different lesson by the end of my medical ) and followed the prefect down to the DH's room. There was a chair outside and I was ordered to sit on it. I was there for a few minutes. Quite a lot of people passed me in the corridor, largely ignoring me. Evenually the door opened and an older boy hurried past me. A school nurse called me in.

Usual 3rd person cheeriness. "Good morning. How are we this morning? Right. Let's get undressed shall we?" As she busied herself with forms and equipment I stood rooted to the spot. 2 minutes later, I was still in full uniform. The nurse was clearly irritated."Come along now. We mustn't keep doctor waiting must we? He's a busy man. Now, come along, clothes off please." "I...I..I can't.." I stammered. "I beg your pardon?" she said. The doctor appeared."Is there a problem?" he enquired." Sorry doctor. This boy refuses to get undressed."

Luckily, he was more puzzled than angry. " Well now. This won't do will it? Hmmm." I was flustered. You see, it was all fear. Two months previously, I had taken my school cap off whilst walking home from the bus in my home town ( six miles from the school). A member of the general public had phoned the school to report a B***** boy without his school cap. As I was the only boy in the school who lived in the town, I was identified. We were not allowed to appear in public without our caps. I tnought I was safe 6 miles away. But no...I was slippered and I had to serve a detention too.

Back to the medical. We were not allowed to remove our school blazers without permission from the headmaster. I just wasn't thinking straight. The doctor must have thought I was crazy as I tried to explain. Luckily, he did see the funny side of it. "My dear boy,"he said," we can hardly examine you properly with your clothes on can we?? Now, don't worry about that rule. It doesn't apply here. I can give you permission to take your blazer off. In fact, take everything off apart from your underpants. Hmm? Good lad. Now, start undressing...there's a good chap."

Great....it was all fine after that. Just a school medical exactly the same as most of the others. Must have been a lanuages morning. After my medical, I was soon struggling with Latin declensions. By the following year I was thinking just how stupid I was with regard to my school blazer...but it serves to illustrate just how much 'blind obedience' was instilled / drummed / beaten into us.

I went to school in the Midlands in the mid-80s to the end of the 90s - and I had quite similar experiences to a lot of guys here:

The 'nit nurse' seemed to be in the building constantly - that was the most frequent examination we had. I recall there being one or two occasions when there was a cursory eye test - essentially just all the boys and girls lining up to read off a chart of letters (didn't seem very thorough, at all).

I do remember a few more detailed physicals, when we were called out of class one by one to have our height and weight taken and reflexes checked.

On one occasion only, the nurse pulled back all the boys' foreskins as part of this exam - it was a surprise/shock that this old lady wanted to look at our 'willies' and there was a lot of talk about it in the playground afterwards.

After I left primary school, I don't think there were any more exams - there were just vaccinations, like the one for TB, which I remember caused a lot of fuss...

...later on, when I'd just turned 18, I had to have an examination before I went to University:

Letters came from the University admissions and Halls of Residence saying it was necessary to have an examination before attending - there was a form to give to your GP to fill in and send back.

This was actually one of my most embarrassing exams:

I got an appointment with our family doctor, who we'd been registered with since I was a baby. I think, because I was now a 'grown-up', my mum deliberately dropped me off at the surgery in the car, and I had the exam on my own - which obviously hadn't been the case all through my childhood.

The doctor had a good look at these forms, and I remember saying something like, "ah yes, this is all just routine stuff." He checked my height and weight, looked in my eyes, took my blood pressure and asked me to open my shirt so he could listen to my chest. It all seemed kind of familiar.

Then - to my horror - he said, "OK, just lie on the couch and slip your underwear down, so I can have a quick look at your testes" (or something like that).

He put on gloves and examined my balls - it felt really odd, because this was a man I'd known all my life and now he was the first person ever to look at - and touch - my 'developed' penis, big adult scrotum and pubic hair. I was really flushed with embarrassment.

Great to read about other people's experiences. Chrisexam....I was intrigued to read your account regarding the school nurse. A lot of that was familiar, but I have never heard of the school nurse carrying out a procedure like foreskin retraction. It was always done by the doctor in my case. Does anyone else (whether in the UK or elsewhere ) have any thoughts about this? Would nurses /orderlies etc be qualified / allowed to inspect genitalia as part of a routine medical inspection??

I went through the mid 70's to 1980's school system in the UK, the year in front of us had end of year medical where the guys would have to go behind a screen with a Dr. and drop their pants. A lot of them refused with some violent objection, no parents present, and there was an uproar amongst pupils in the school. The year we had our end of year medical exam before leaving school, it wasn't not part of the exam, you walked into a room which was closed off with a screen, you opened up your shirt, and he steth'd you that was it. Kind of pointless. But glad it was none invasive