I'd been a bit worried about them since puberty. Kids talk and are prone to hyperbole, you know.
Every time I went to the doctor there was a little sigh of relief when it didn't happen. Then one day I was in with my wife for a prenatal. I had been hurting for a while but didn't know why and was just ignoring it even though it was seriously affecting my functioning. Doc took one look at me and said "I have an opening right after this, I'll put you in".
Couple of questions and then she said "well, I have to check your prostate. Change into a gown, pants and underwear off", then came back and had me bend over, push out and she slipped the finger in. It wasn't very comfortable (I had prostatititis after all!), but it wasn't nearly so bad as it had been made out to be.
After that I developed pelvic floor dysfunction, probably because of the pain and several other stupid things I had been doing. That required a rather long DRE and several massage sessions from a PT. Worst part was sitting in the waiting room imagining that everyone knew exactly why I was there.