Doctor's home visit memories

I can remember Doctors home visits in the fifties and how I hated it when he told mum that I needed an injection and to get me ready as it always meant pulling down the bedclothes and turning me over and baring my bottom. The injections were really painfull and I can remember as a teen my aunt and cousin being present when I got an injection.The doctor said they needed to hold my ankles in case I jumped when the needle went in and my mother rubbed my back as the injection was given.

I never had one. Sadly. I wish they had come and my neighbors could see 😢

I suppose the only "home visits" i've ever witnessed were my grandpas visits from the health aid nurses. I was trained to help him keep his catheter cleaned and help with his ROM therapy...and though it never turned me on, it did spike my interest to learn medicine, which led me to ...porn sites on the matter... I'd much rather watch girls now😃

I had one home visit from my doctor, on Easter Sunday at my aunts house. My aunt was the doctors nurse 7 he always came over for dessert on holidays. That easter I was 15 & had a sore throat & ear ache. I didn't know that my aunt called the doctor 7, asked if he could bring his medical bag and take a look at me. When he got there he asked me to come upstairs to the bathroom, then gave me a quick exam, that confirmed a nasty throat infection. He pulled out a sample of pills to get me through til I could get the prescription filled, then he pulled out the dreaded needle & asked me to raise my dress & lower my panties. That shot hurt like hell, but I enjoyed it.

I wish I could have doctor visits at home I would like it a lot better

Perhaps it's just an Australian thing, but my recollections of home visits by the doctor are similar to those of Ken177. The doctor would sit on the beside and examine me. Loved lifting my pyjama top so he could put his cold stethoscope on my chest.

The only surgery I had was to remove my tonsils. This would have been mid-1960's and I think I was anaesthetised with chloroform. All I can remember was seeing a swirling pattern of stars, then waking up after it was all done with a very sore throat.

It could be largely the Australian thing, yes, @sydplaydoc with our sprawling suburbs of those days. Besides particular memories of the doctor looking at my throat and using the reversed blade of one of Mum's silver dessert spoons as a tongue depressor, I remember that he (or his colleague - there was a Dr Woods and a Dr Edwards, who both did home visits) regularly gave me penicillin jabs in my young buttocks. I hated having to turn over and pull down my pyjama pants and expose myself. The penicillin came in a little plastic pack into which the doctor inserted his needle, then shot the contents into me!

As for childhood surgery - which you mentioned - yes, I too had my tonsils out (in a local private hospital) when I was 4. The doctor who took my tonsils and adenoids out was a Dr Shannon - this was before Drs Woods and Edwards. I think he used ether on me and I remember a suffocating feeling and that I struggled to no avail.

- Ken

I have never had a doctor's home visit. I once went to the hospital, though.

Hmm, locke, young man, that wasn't exactly an informative post by you! :-\

Care to tell us more? What was your hospital visit for? Anything interesting happen to you or have a lasting effect on you? (I'm aware that I'm probably asking you to go off-topic here, so maybe turn to another thread or start a new topic yourself.)

All I know is that, in my case, my dislike and/or fear of doctors from an early age, starting about the time they took my tonsils out (and the way I was treated in hospital), combined with my later experiences with doctors (e.g., on home visits when they invariably shone a bright torch down my throat and then asked me to bare my bottom for a penicillin jab) was the basis for my later sexual fantasies and what I call my 'throat fetish'. Make sense? I can elaborate!

- Ken

P.S. I enjoyed jesse13's post here about how when she was a teenager a doctor who was a family friend visited her at home and checked out her sore throat then gave her a jab!

Back in the 60's there were lots of Doctor's house calls in my country. I recall him using "the reversed blade of one of Mum's silver dessert spoons as a tongue depressor", too. I hated all those visits as they always ended with a visit from the pharmacist later, and a huge shot in my butt! Sometimes it meant two or three more in the following days.

Nice posts .. never had one before though

I remember when I was eight years old that a doctor came to examine me at home. He was a pediatric endocrinologist very famous in my city and I had an appointment at his office in a few days.

Unfortunately I got sick and my mom called the doctor for a home visit. That night the doctor came to my house very late and I with my parents expected him in my bedroom. The symptoms of my illness were the swelling of all the glands of the body and the doctor began to examine me and palpating thoroughly. He checked my lymph nodes under the neck, on the nape, under the armpits and down my arms.

At the end of the exam I was lying on my bed and the doctor lowered my underwear to check my genitalia. I remember that he grabbed my scrotum and squeezing it but because of my swelling he hurt me and not touched penis with my disappointment (i was already into medfet for the examinations). At last he wanted to hospitalise me for the suspect of Kawasaky's disease so I cried because I was afraid of hospital and I insulted the doctor.

It was a bad night, luckily at the hospital they didn't make me anything and they discovered that wasn't this disease but a strange retrovirus that it passed without therapies.

Reading all these posts about doctors home visits is a major turn on for me. There is just something so intimate about a doctor visiting you, examining you, and treating you in your own bed. He is in your prsonal space instead of you being in his. Your bedroom is one of the only places that you can really call your own space, and a place where you can be alone and feel safe and protected. Having a doctor invade that space is huge, and having him examine you in that space I would think, sure would be intimidating, but in a good way. I so wish this would happen to me again. Yummy!

Mashie

Mashie, I'm glad that you rekindled some memories of those housecalls from so long ago. While I really disliked our family pediatrician as a youngster, some of those memories have influenced my fetishistic behaviors many years later in life. He was a gruff man and often seemed very put out at responding to my mother's request for a home visit from him. Housecalls seemed as frequent as visits to his office.

My love and fixation with enemas was largely influenced by the doctor. My mom was never hesitant to administer an enema and the pediatrician supported her efforts. Seldom was there a visit by, or to the pediatrician, that didn't result in an enema before or after. A shot was also quite common.

On one visit, I remember Dr. Ross being very adament when he told my mom to "just give that kid an enema when he gets this way". It ususlly was some sort of stomach ache or distress that precipitated the call to the doctor. I was a fat kid and he threatened to hospitalize me on several occasions. I overheard him telling my mom that enemas and regular doses of Metamucil would alleviate my distress.

Needless to say, an enema usually was given before the doctor arrived, thereafter. I think my mom figured that he would inquire if she had given one and order one if she had not. I almost always got one before a regular exam at his office. He would always inquire about BM's, and my mom thought it was her duty to be able to tell him that I had one before coming in.

I enjoy few things more than playing doctor or nurse and incorporating enemas as a treatment.

My source memory was a visit at home, but the pediatrician was on holiday, so my parents called the replacer... who was a woman

I was scared because I did not know her when she entered the bedroom, but she was definitely gentle ... and cute

She asked my parents to wait outside and started to talk a bit with me before starting to auscultate. I do remember her green eyes looking at me while she was hearing my heartbeat ...

I lived way out in the country and the only doctor in the district would spend every morning driving around patients. If you had flu, you never had to sit in a waiting room, he came to you. Always the cold stethoscope and sometimes an injection. Friends had a big family with six kids and he would line them up along the edge of the bed with their pants down, boys and girls together, for their inoculations. People got treated whether they could pay or not. A great old guy.

When I was 10 I had a cold and it was so hot that my mom called Dr.D who agreed to make a house call.

When he arrived I was wearing pajamas laying in my bed. He entered my room after speaking with my mom. He told me to undress. I was embarrassed to see him in my room. Dr.D removed the covers on my bed. I removed all except my underpants. He took out his scope and a thermometer and told me to lay down as he took my pillow away.

As I was laying there He told me that we don't need my underpants as he grabbed the bands and slipped them down and off my ankles, then he turned me on my belly, opened my cheeks and pushed the thermometer into my rectum.. I could not see where he put my underpants. He took the thermometer out real slow. Turning my body over on my back, I was nude. Dr.D started to spread my legs wide. He checked my eyes ears and throat, making me cough. He placed his cold scope on my chest. moving downward. He then was probing my naked belly.

He did an extensive exam of my penis and balls, finally doing a hernia check on both sides. He was pushing my legs further apart, no one else was in the room with us. He then started feeling my upper belly and lower belly. Squeezing my belly, and balls.

He finished by telling me to stay naked since it was hot outside. He then patted my belly and left my room.

My current family practice doctor (early 50's male) still does home visits to his patients that are home bound or extremely sick.

I feel sure that I have posted in a similar thread to this one, but no matter. Treat this as 'Social History'. Even though we had the NHS in post - war UK (I was born in 1952), there was sometimes a huge reluctance to use it!!! (Even though it was free). I think this strange attitude was very prevalent in tough working class communities like the one I grew up in.

The East Midlands town where I lived as a child was dominated by coal mines, factories, road haulage firms (heavy lorries) and railway locomotive (steam engines) sheds / depots and extensive yards / sidings.

There was a strange attitude to healthcare (bordering on stupidity and largely based on ignorance). Also, there was a strange kind of deference to 'authority figures'. Even though from a rough background, my own parents always encouraged me to be polite, respectful and compliant. This was especially with regard to teachers...and doctors...who were viewed as being 'Very Important' people. But.....there was this bizarre attitude that you should not 'bother them' or 'waste their time' at the local surgery with 'trivial matters'. What with that and a lot of 'maschimo' from coal miners, labourers etc and stoicism from women.....quite frankly, this meant that a lot of people who were actually quite seriously ill did not visit the doctor for these very reasons!!!

I can only recall one home visit from our local GP - Dr Beattie, a gruff, but kindly Scotsman. I think I had been quite ill with something bordering on pneumonia (but which clearly was not pneumonia). I had a very high temperature for a couple of days before the doctor was called (all 'home remedies' having failed). I think I had been vomiting too & worse!! . . . becoming semi delirious & weak. Anyway, eventually the doctor was summoned & this was a HUGE event. I remember my mother fussing and cleaning / tidying the house as best she could & instructing my sisters as to their conduct, I was confined to bed.

Once Dr.Beattie had arrived downstairs, my mother rushed up ahead of him. I was feeling terrible and perspiring profusely. Yet...my mother was almost scolding me along the lines of: “You're very lucky the doctor has agreed to see you, He's a very busy man, you should be grateful, now mind your manners and show some respect, don't show me up in front of him...etc!!” On reflection - Bloody Hell. Why would I?? I was feeling absolutely ghastly.

I was propped up on my pillows, too weak to even move much at all. The first thing he did was to take my temperature (glass thermometer under the tongue). He did express concern that it was very high. He did the usual ears, nose, throat type exams that I remembered from school (yes, he did have a wooden tongue - depressor too!!). He half folded down the bedsheets and asked me to sit up slightly away from the pillows. I just about managed that. He asked me to take off my pyjama top, which I did...feebly. He then stethoscoped me thoroughly (chest and back) with the usual instructions about breathing in / out / holding breath etc. I probably coughed / spluttered during some of these.

He folded the bedsheets right back and asked me to lie on my tummy. He then pressed on / 'percussed' my back / shoulders. Finally, I had to turn over onto my back....he palpated / percussed my chest / abdomen. There was some tenderness, but not horrible pain. He did slightly loosen my PJ trousers and press his fingers into the top of my groin area...but I did not have to remove my PJ bottoms, nor did he examine my genitals etc. After what seemed an eternity (but was probably no more than 10 minutes), he suggested that I slip my PJ top on, but to leave it loose and unbuttoned. He also remarked to my mother that there were too many blankets / eiderdowns etc on the bed & to maybe take one or two layers off.

I was already feeling quite drowsy again as he spoke to my mother. I can't recall exactly what he said was wrong with me (presumably some kind of flu / vomiting virus??). But...the treatment was stay in bed for a couple more days, plenty of fluids, prescribed antibiotic tablets, keep room well - ventilated, keep me warm - but to make sure I didn't get too hot etc, etc. One thing I do remember was his genuine irritation with my mother (almost anger) when he asked her why he had not been called to see me sooner & her saying that she hadn't wanted to bother him!!!

But...doctors visits to houses in the road (c.400 houses - virtually no cars, even in 1960) were noteworthy. We were all in awe (as kids) of one GP known to us as 'Dr Kathleen'. Compared to most women we knew, she was amazingly glamorous. Not only that....on a road where hardly anyone owned a car (& even then only cars like Morris Minors or Ford Prefects).....she drove a metallic green Citroen DS 19. To working class youngsters in 1960 this was a truly amazing sight to behold.

In the late 40's-through the fifties, many American families had one car that the father drove to and from work. Lots of mothers still hadn't gotten driver's licenses. The only way to get to the Dr.'s office was on the city buses, or taxi's, (which were seen as too expensive). Most pediatricians made house calls, because of those situations.

One thing I remember was that my parents thought all Dr.'s were very wealthy and that they must be driving fancy cars. When the Ped. pulled up in front of our house, my mom would say to me, "Here he comes from that new red Oldsmobile-98 hardtop; what a nice car!"

Also, no matter what my ailment was, he always ordered an enema afterward. (I was at a loss to understand how that would have helped my otitis media, bronchitis, measles.)

Hey Jimmy, you and BenDover rekindled an old thread that seemed to go by the wayside years ago. Those housecalls of many decades ago, possibly triggered some of the fetishistic behaviors some of us still engage in today. Undoubtedly, my mom and grandma contributed as well.

I got my share of shots/injections during those visits. Because I had to be a "big boy", I didn't cry or resist. When an enema was ordered, and the red bag came out, it was a different story. While those enemas usually occurred after the doctor had left, I still held a grudge because he seemed so gruff and adament that my mom should "just give that kid an enema".

I've been reading alot lately, in some archived medical texts and journals, and realize just how prevalent enemas were back in the day. It's no wonder that enemas were so commonly used in my family. Mom and grandma were very compliant and did whatever the doctor or his nurse oredered or even suggested.

Adult roleplay, centered around medical scenarios, always require that an enema be incorporated.....especially during a housecall!

I've never had a doctor home visit. I can only imagine what that would cost nowdays!

When I was 10 I had a cold and it was so hot that my mom called Dr.D who agreed to make a house call.

When he arrived I was wearing pajamas laying in my bed. He entered my room after speaking with my mom. He told me to undress. I was embarrassed to see him in my room. Dr. D removed the covers on my bed. I removed all except my underpants . He took out his scope and a thermometer and told me to lay down as he took my pillow away. As I was laying there He told me that we don't need my underpants as he grabbed the bands and slipped them down and off my ankles, then he turned me on my belly, opened my cheeks and pushed the thermometer into my rectum.. I could not see where he put my underpants. He took the thermometer out real slow turning my body over on my back, I was nude.

Dr. D started to spread my legs wide. He checked my eyes ears and throat, making me cough. He placed his cold scope on my chest. moving downward. He then was probing my naked belly. He did an extensive exam of my penis and balls, finally doing a hernia check on both sides. He was pushing my legs further apart, no one else was in the room with us.

He then started feeling my upper belly and lower belly. Squeezing my belly, and balls. He finished by telling me to stay naked, since it was hot outside. He then patted my belly and left my room.

When I was 12 I caught the measles and the doctor made a house call as I had a high fever and spots all over my body. He examined me all over, confirmed it was the measles and then asked about my bowel movements. I told him I hadn't gone for several days (although I hadn't told my mother this) and he told my mother I was probably dehydrated from the fever. He told her to make sure I drank lots of tea or juice, and to give me Aspirin 3 times a day and keep checking my temperature (which she did rectally) until the fever went down and the spots faded. He said I would probably be off school for a week.

Then he told her to give me 2 soapsuds enemas to relieve my constipation and he gave her a small 2 ounce bottle of white liquid medicinal soap to make the enemas with, telling her to use half the bottle in each enema, then to continue to give me a daily enema using her usual Ivory soap until I was better and could return to school. Those 2 enemas were way more irritating than the Ivory soap ones she usually gave me, and the second one made me feel weak and sick to my stomach. I suffered through 8 enemas that week and I was glad to be back at school the next week.

I had a memorable home call when I was a kid and had appendicitis. I vomited, had fever and pain, so I was not in a state suitable for going to the doc, so it was either that or going to the emergency room. I got examined on my own bed, including a memorable digital rectal exam.

Kinda suspicious behaviour by that doctor when you were 10, joe thom, wouldn't you say (post #53)? I can't help thinking that he ‘liked’ your young body and gave it an extra-special checking out! Even an extra pat to that tummy of yours at the end! It stands to reason, statistically, that there are some doctors like him.

- Ken

P.S. Or is the story made up by you? Or misremembered, perhaps? In its essentials, it's amazingly like your contribution in 2013 to the thread ‘Medical examination stories?’ (recently revived here), post #11. But I'm not complaining! 😃

​@schoolsmedboi I feel sure that I have posted in a similar thread to this one, but no matter.

Very good and interesting post. Could be included in an oral history or a sociology textbook on working class behavior at the time.

Oh yes penicillin hurts like hell. I also have bad memories of it, but it happened in the clinic.

I remember when I was eight years a doctor examined me at my home. He was a pediatric endocrinologist very famous in my city and and I had an appointment at his office in a few days.

Unfortunately I got sick and my mom called the doctor for a home visit. That night the doctor came to my house very late and waited for him in my bedroom with my parents. The symptoms of my illness were the swelling of all the glands of the body and the doctor began to examine me palpating thoroughly. He checked my lymph nodes under the neck, on the nape, under the armpits and down my arms. At the end of the exam I was lying on my bed and the doctor lowered my underwear to check my genitalia. I remember that he grabbed my scrotum and squeezing it. I guess was for the swelling, he hurted me and then didn't touch my penis with my disappointment ( i was already into medfet for the examinations). At last he wanted to hospitalize me for the suspect of Kawasaky's disease so I cried because I was afraid of hospital and I insulted the doctor.

It was a bad night, luckily at the hospital they didn't make me anything and they discovered that wasn't this disease but a strange retrovirus that it passed without therapies

My brothers and I had a couple of house-call/home visit physical exams. It felt kind of intrusive or invasive, having it done at home. It was this pair of young-ish doctors, Indian or Pakistani, who were starting their practice as a home visit business and some friends of my parents recommended them to us.