The psychological basis for a medical fetish

I've seen posts about this elsewhere on the site, but perhaps here would also be a good place: what do you feel to be the psychological basis for your medical fetish? As an example, in my case, it's a resolution to having been sexually assaulted by the family minister, an authority figure. The doctor is another such figure. The doctor or nurse requests you to take your clothes off, examines you naked. Yet the trust is (usually) justified: the doctor does not take advantage of the opportunity. You end up examined, not violated. In short, my pattern of seeking physical exams was, in part, putting myself in a vulnerable position with fixed limits.

Absolutely no psychological basis for me.

I was never assaulted, molested or given a medically necessary enema in my life, nor did I come from a medical family.

I have had my GYN exams since I was about 17 and always took it in stride, never making a big deal about it. I was never shy about exposing myself. We only come in two models. It's just like eyes, ears, noses and mouths, if you've seen one, you have pretty much seen them all. To me, it isn't much different than showing someone your elbows.

Since childhood, I have been fascinated by the body's orifices and putting things into them. In high school I started doing that with boys, with both animate and inanimate objects. I ended up getting probed (with their penises, that I enjoyed very much when they were good at it) but not until after they had oralled me to my satisfaction and I had my way with them in many other ways.

I'm the DOMME, I'm the AUTHORITY figure, and I'm the one IN CONTROL.

You must now bend over and take your medicine.

Not to derail this very interesting thread, but Suzie, you really need to start a new thread and tell us all about your high school encounters. I'd really love to hear what terrible things you did to those boys.

In my case, I experienced frequent spankings growing up, but not medical procedures involving the rear. Nevertheless, I can remember being fascinated with the medical procedures from an early age. Friends would give probably exaggerated accounts of getting shots in the behind, and my imagination would take over. I don't think this would have happened had I not had all the spankings.

Two experiences occurred around the age of 12 or 13 that caused my interest in medical fetish. I was about 12 or 13 when I went to my family doctor for a physical. It was the usual exam until the doctor asked my mom is she would excuse us while we went to the "boys room". Turned out he meant his private office. He sat down in his chair and had me come around the desk. He lowered my pants and underwear and examined my penis and testicles. I had just sprouted pubic hair and he commented on my moustache and said we were done. I was totally embarrassed at the time, but was turned on by the experience later that night.

A few days later I was telling my friends Dave and Larry about my experience at the doctors office. Neither of them had been examined that way before and asked if I would show them. In those days I was always horny and looking for a reason to take off my clothes. We went over to Larry's house since his parents worked and no one was home. We went into Larry's room and he told me to take off my clothes. I was soon naked and sporting an erection. Dave began laughing hysterically. I asked what was so funny. He said "You're nekkid as a jaybird." Then he pointed at my penis and said "It's so big." I noticed that Larry was grinning and this heightened my embarrassment.

Dave and Larry sat on the bed and I stood in front of them. I showed them the hernia exam first. I pushed my finger up through my scrotum and coughed. Then I showed them how to visially examine the penis and how to palpate the testicles. Both of them examined me like I showed them. Then they added a couple of new twists. First, they wanted to visially examine my anus. I had to spread my feet wide and bend over. Both of them took turns looking me over. They decided I needed 2 shots. Larry came back into the room with 2 sewing needles and a bottle of alcohol. He wiped down both needles with a cotton swab. he told me to lie on the bed face down. After rubbing my rump with alcohol, I felt a sharp Jab. It was Daves turn. I felt the alcohol followed by another sharp jab that hurt more than the first one. they told me we were finished and to get dressed.

I never knew this until I was much older, but I apparently had an older half-brother who died of a childhood disease during the war years, and subsequently when I came around, my mother especially must have decided to err on the side of caution whenever anything medical was concerned. Hence I was often taken to the doctor for check-ups and at the slightest sign of an illness it was off to the doctor´s office. I also got all and every kind of inoculations and since we often traveled between the US and Europe, I had 3 sets of smallpox vaccinations as well as a child. And when in Europe, my aunt often took on part of the medical burden as well, with my somewhat younger cousin and myself being the recipients of medical preventive care.

Which means I saw a lot doctors when still young.

I also found a medical book in my Belgian grandfathers library, one with illustrations. This I took with me and pored over the contents very frequently, becoming aroused and excited at all the odd types of penetrations done by medical instruments into the human body.

And once during a lunchbreak at an American middle school, I joined a group of students who were being regaled by the tale of a very detailed medical examination, which included a genital and rectal exam and of course full nudity. This fascinated, scared and aroused me to no end.

I´m quite certain that all these occurrences taken together are in some way responsible for my medical fetish. How and why just exactly I could not really say, since i am certain many other people have had similar experiences without becoming fascinated with medfet stuff. But I do think it was all instrumental in some manner or another.

I´ve also read that a medical fetish can come about as a manner of sublimating or coming to terms with fears of having to undergo medical procedures. This could very well have an element of truth since I vividly remember being extremely agitated, if not to say frightened of undergoing medical exams when young, especially school medical examinations.

Now, why I should have been afraid or frightened I have no idea either, since I can never recall being treated untoward or in even a mildly unfriendly or painful manner at all. I never cried or was afraid of injections, didn´t feel them at all in fact. And all doctors that I can recall were friendly and apparently competent, treating me as should be done. Yet even so, whenever a doctors visit or school med exam was announced, I would be jittery and frightened internally, in my mind. Though for what specific reason I have no idea. Maybe I have forgotten something when very young, maybe not.

When I was 31 I underwent a very serious operation. All went well after a long hospital stay and I think that I came to realize that doctors and nurses were not to be feared, but rather trusted and did indeed do their best for patients. Afterward I began to consciously enjoy aspects of medical fetish play. I had been doing the same for a time before this as well, but not in a conscious manner. Now it was a choice on my part ... and has been since.

As some of us who grew up in the 50's, enemas were often a part of the household, whether for medicinal purposes, routine cleaning, punishment. If enemas were given on a routine basis starting at an early age, coudn't that possibly leave some deep seated (no pun intended) psychological impressions on a child that would carry over into adulthood?

LH 🌹

I don't really know where my fetish came from. I've had it for as long as I can remember. I suppose it is because I was sick a lot when I was young, and can remember various medical procedures to this day. For instance, I was cathed when I was 3, and I still remember how traumatizing it was.

For me, it isn't overtly sexual. I don't like reading stories with sex in them- just the ones that are realistic.The same is true in my fantasies- I guess I mostly like the feeling of being cared for or someone being worried or interested about me.

I'm fairly certain mine came from compulsory medical exams at school.

My fascination started a long time ago as a result of observing an exam..specifically a six week postpartum exam at the obgyn. That said I think of my own interest as more of a fantasy than a fetish. And it becomes a fantasy acted out when performing a play exam. By definition a fetish tends to be more obsessive and object oriented...but the main point being that the fetish becomes the only focal point of achieving orgasm. For me medical play is simply another part of sexual enjoyment...and in fact does nto require sex or orgasm at all to be enjoyable.

Unlike Freud's thinking.... modern psychology has come to accept the fact that fanatsy is a very normal part of our sexual equation and those who fantasize also tend to be those who are most satisified sexually. By far the biggest link into the fantasy is a relation to sexual experiences in our childhood .. the whole sexual awakening period...which explains why we link back to experiences in our childhood and teen years that manifest themselves as an interest in medical play then and for years to come.

I have thought about this quite a bit. For me i think it goes back to my first gynae exam, although it may have been latent before then. If you are 17 and you've never been undressed in front of a man before let alone touched like that then with the best will in the world and however professional he is it is very difficult for it not to be a sexual experience on some level. I have often wondered whether if i had been sexually active i might have been able to rationalise it better and it would not have become a fantasy for me..

My other thought is that it is about taboo. All your life you

are brought up not to let strange men interfere with you then suddenly the rules change and you are expected to undress for a stranger and assume the position. There's this space where you are allowed to be naked with a stranger in the middle of the day.

I think one of the most important psychological aspects of a medical fetish are the natural conflicts that develop when tyring to de-personalize the inspection of very personal aspects of the patient's body.

When you think about all the steps taken to ensure the patient is treated with modesty and dignity, the contradiction lies in the fact that you are only bringing that much more attention to the fact that you will be exposing their most private regions. Think about how it feels to have to undress and put the gown on. On the outside, the gown works to make you look generic - like every other patient. But just under it, you are fully nude - a thin barrier between the doctor and your body.

Then as the gown is lowered...raised...moved...your body is exposed to the doctor. You most private areas seen in a clinical manner. Inspected in a methodical manner with no ability to cover up. Even with a lover, these parts of your body are always seen in such a clear way. During the examination, the conflict arises that you have to submit to being exposed this way.

These type of contradictions can work to produce a very exciting tension...leading to arousal. As much psychological as it is physical.

Childhood experiences are definitely critical

I don't know for sure. I only know that it has always been there as long as I can remember. I fantasized about it and was turned on over it before I even understood what sex was.

Medguy- I have to say that was very well put. I think the veneer of professionalism that you describe is key to any form of medical play. Incidentally, I think that is also what separates it from mainstream bdsm (if there is such a thing.) Both involve exposure, humiliation, pain/ pleasure etc. but I think the veiled way this happens in the medical scene is what really sets it apart.

I had surgery for a hernia when I was about 4, and had my tonsils out when I was 7, so I think I can track it back to that.

I am an only child. Mom worked in hospitals and banks mostly in Admin jobs. Then she went to nursing school :-) Me, i spent a lot of time with sitters and many of them were the daughters of my Moms nurse friends. As i recall many of my female sitters wanted to be nurses themselves and hence i was their patient. between the ages of 7 to 12 I had surgery and wound up in the hospital a couple of times due to pnemonia. Being "sick" was just normal. Fast forward through puberty and life...here i am 30 years later still exploring and enjoying med fet. I myself am a "switch" but prefer being the patient.

I was thinking of this topic a few days ago! I wondered where the fetish part came from in my history. I remember wearing two sets of underwear one day that I had to go to the doctor for a yearly check up. I knew the doctor was going to have me remove my underwear and I thought, in my 8 year old head, that if I removed one pair of underwear my mom, who stayed in the room at every doc visit would not see my private parts. I didn't care if the doc saw it. I didn't want my mom to see it.

Then when I was about 10 I stayed in the hospital for 3 days and on the 2nd day the nurse came in to the room and said I would have to get out of bed and wash myself. She left a hand towel, a bucket of soapy water and a towel to dry off with. She brought the nurses call button over to the side of the bed and told me to push it when I was done. While I washed myself I noticed the window was without shades and anyone down the other wing of the hospital could maybe see into my window and see me in my underwear. I thought that was cool and continued to wash. I then saw a candy stripper enter the room and see me trying to work with an IV in my arm. She offered to help me wash. She also told me that we would have to wash my 'backside' she instructed me to turn around and she removed my tighty whities. She washed my butt and it felt no different than than the baths I had at home (except there was no tub of water to stand in).

She then had me turn around, oh the dreaded thought. I was erect from the thought of being seen through the open windows. This is all I needed.

She didn't say anything at first but keep looking at the doorway to my room to see if someone was coming. She stroked me a few times then handed the wash cloth to me asking me to clean myself.

She helped me dry off and put the underwear back on when the nurse came in and asked if they were clean underwear and where did we get them from because she did not know if my mom had left some for me. She found out they were dirty and said not to wear any. The hospital gown was fine. I laid in bed naked under the hospital gown and my blankets.

The candy stripper did come back into my room. I did not know it then but to this day I think she was rubbing herself off in my room that day.

Now a days, when I go to the doctors and am told to remove this article of clothing or that one and handed a gown I instead strip 100% and wear the gown with nothing on underneath. I know my mom wont be in the room with me and will show anyone that wants to look!

I am pretty sure it comes from my first surgery, a tonsillectomy as a kid, when I was forcibly held down, gassed and operated. Later operations and dental treatments probably reinforced this initial experience, but I think definitely I should track back my medfet to that.

I have no idea where mine came from.

I believe it goes back to childhood.Even before puberty,it seems as though playing Doctor is a common childhood activity, and some people retain that interest there whole life.

My mother worked at a hospital for as long as i can remember... however, i do not know if it was a dream or real... but i can recall a time that my mother took me to a facility that held and treated children around my age with disorders back in the late 1970's. i recall that one child was held in a caged bed and another was restrained just outside the nurses station with leather cuff... i tried to help him get some water, or get free, but i was stopped... ever since then Nurses have been an authority figure in my life... exams just make me so nervous and excited... oh my

It could come from a few different things, my theory is that it's really your first "intimate" experience, the only time you're in your underwear and someone is poking and prodding at you as a kid is at the doctor, it's weird, it's different, its something that you reflect on as a kid because it only happens when you go for a physical.

When I was a kid, up until I was about ten or eleven, I went to one practice that always had me in my briefs for the entire exam, they were always very thorough, but then I switched practices. I went to a doctor that never had me undress at all, all he did was look in my eyes/ears/mouth, steth me through my shirt, then lift it up and poke at me for ten seconds, that was it, every time. When I was like 12 or 13 I started to miss the thrill and awkwardness of being in my underwear and having those really thorough exams, at the time I never thought of undressing anyway, so I tried to find a way to have the doctor tell me to take something off, I'd usually wear a thick shirt, hoping that it would be harder for him to hear my heartbeat through it so I'd have to take it off, and wear thick pants, hoping he'd need to look at my legs or something, nothing ever worked, I would fantasize about going to a doctor that made me take my clothes off again, it only happened once, when I was 15, I went back to the old practice and they had me strip to underwear and gave me my first genital exam. I think that's where my metfet comes from, those years of wanting to be undressed for a thorough physical. It got even stronger a few years ago, when I first started reading stories of people being naked for the entire exam, I'd never heard of that before, never even imagined that a doctor would have a patient get completely naked from start to finish, and while I know it's a rare thing, the idea of it really got my fetish going.

It could come from a few different things, my theory is that it\'s really your first "intimate" experience, the only time you\'re in your underwear and someone is poking and prodding at you as a kid is at the doctor, it\'s weird, it\'s different, its something that you reflect on as a kid because it only happens when you go for a physical.

This sounds like a good explanation and the reasoning is certainly sound. It gives a good initial foundation that seems to agree with what many members write about here as well, how their early medial experiences were so intense and arousing or even frightening.

But then again, I'd think just about everyone must have had some kind of similar experience being examined by a doctor when young. And yet as far as fetishes go, this one is not so very prevalent or widespread. Getting punished, spanked, bondage and all that seems to be much more common and while spankings are certainly a common experience I can hardly imagine any of the other bondage stuff ever happened much in real life when growing up.

So it's back to virtually everyone being examined by a doctor in some form of undress at sometime in their young lives, but few developing a fetish for it later on. There's got to be other elements that contribute.

You're right about that, just about everyone goes to the doctor as a kid, but just how many are undressed and given thorough examinations? The practice that I went to that had me in underwear from start to finish was in an expensive part of town, literally with nice doctors offices on every corner. The practice that examined me through my clothes was 3 minutes away from my house and located between a Burger King and a 7-11. I think it's a safe bet that many kids growing up in the last ten or fifteen years, may not have ever experienced being undressed for a physical, maybe coming from poorer families who can only afford to go to these little street corner offices.

Another might be upbringing, there's some parents who might walk around the house without a shirt, or even in boxers, then there's nudist families, to these kids, seeing their dad walk around half undressed is a regular thing, so undressing at the doctors themselves isn't such a big deal. But some families, like my own, have the idea that nudity is something that should be hidden in most cases, so being in my underwear at the docs was a weird experience for me. Some kids might walk around their house in their underwear, to them, it's probably not as weird.

Also at the doctors, when I went, often both of my parents came in, so now I was in tighty-whiteys, being examined by a doctor, while both my mom and dad, obviously both fully clothed, watched. It gave me this feeling of being on the spotlight, three clothed people, focused on me, in my underwear.

The "intimate experience" theory that it's the first time you're undressed and examined, is not the entire cause of the medfet. It's just planting the seed, which needs to be stimulated before it can turn into a medical fetish. I'm pretty sure that the stimulation for me was when I switched from a doctor that gave me very thorough exams in my briefs, to a doctor that gave me 5 minutes exams through my clothes, then missing the thrill of the old way, it made me want to be undressed, and made me want to be examined thoroughly, from that, the medfet grew.

I'm not sure. I DO have one of those horror stories but I liked playing doctor even before that. I played with a girl cousin at around age 9 or 10. When I was an adolescent my go-to sexual fantasy was being part of some kind of medical experiment where I was drugged after a very comprehensive examination and then had sex with either the doctors or other study participants while my reactions were observed and recorded. I still like that one haha.

When I was 12 or so my mother brought me to our family doctor. I lived in a small town and he was older. It was one of those offices in an old house kind of things. I had no idea this was going to be anything unusual until he told me to completely undress from the waist down. I had started to develop but I hadn't had my period yet. He told me to get up on the table and positioned my legs in (what I now know to be) the frog position. He did an internal and it hurt. Bad. I had no idea what was going on or why he was doing it. I cried and screamed for my mother but she sat in the corner and looked away (my mother is a sick woman). It seemed like it went on forever. That was the first time anything had been in my vagina although I had been masturbating for a very long time.

The experience was not pleasant at all yet I suspect it had more than a bit to do with shaping my sexuality.

I believe, but I'm not for sure, that the basis behind my 'secret' medical fetish is the longing to be relieved of all of the control I have over my life and other's lives. I have a very dominant personality (but I crave submission), I have a dominant position at work (but I'm just 'the secretary'...LOL) and I am the head of my house... my husband is not. These are not places I want to be. I have been put in these positions because I get the job done. I do what it takes to succeed. I, honestly, would love to find someone who could do these things better than I can so I could sit back and follow for a while. I need to feel guidence and strength. I want to trust, but I just can't. My secret fetish allows me to escape my ordinarily dominant life and find the one way I would experience complete and involuntary surrender. The depths of my fantasies scare me sometimes. I think I really need to just be bound and spanked a few good times to readjust my brain. LOL!

I believe, but I\'m not for sure, that the basis behind my \'secret\' medical fetish is the longing to be relieved of all of the control I have over my life and other\'s lives. I have a very dominant personality (but I crave submission), I have a dominant position at work

That's well delivered and a good analysis of a possible motivation ... it's intriguing to hear because in real life my situation is somewhat opposite, in many ways. I can't say I have much control over things, nor in any way be described as being dominant in anything ... not in work, not in the family, certainly not with others. I do get by with things, but not by controlling others or domineering, rather by ignoring people mostly and doing things as I see fit ...

Anyway, my fantasy of medfet does have the same components as described - being dominated to a degree, being forced to acquiesce to certain embarrassing medical procedures and situations, having others perform these things on me ...

So we've got two opposing personality types both enjoying the same type of involuntary surrender ... I guess there's got to be something else that may possibly lay at the basis of this longing ...

I believe it's not uncommon for some of those in positions of power and responsibility to, on occasion have a need for the roles to be reversed and relinquish control to an authority figure. Maybe some kind of release from the pressure of being in a position of authority themselves.

The control or lack of it is an important element of the med fet experience in my opinion.

Rockdoc, you are spot on.

Mashie