I have posted about this in a different thread / topic, but ìt seems relevant here too. In summary - a little background first.
As a young child I had very serious problems with both my hips and the whole pelvic girdle.I was born in 1952, so medical science was not quite like it is nowadays. I was not able to stand / walk until I was 5. But, I gather this confounded / dumbfounded many doctors who treated me as they told my parents that I would never be able to do either.
Nevertheless, I was naturally very weak compared to other boys of my age. I feel so lucky that my case came to the attention of noted / eminent paediatrician Dr Charles Blandy. On reflection, I think I became a 'project' of his and he devised a very specialised treatment /strengthening plan for me.
I saw him twice per year (for detailed specialist examination / assessment) between the ages of 7 and 12. To further check my progress regularly, I am sure that it was he who liaised with the schools medical service for me to be examined annually (so...that was a lot of examinations between ages 7 and 12.......18 altogether!!).I am also sure now because any examination required very close scrutiny of the bones muscles, tendons, sinews of the entire pelvic girdle, hips, lower back and the tops of the tnighs....I was required to be naked.
In between appointments, I had physiotherapy sessions (at a local Clinic) 25 -30 times per year (between the ages of 7 and 12). This involved a lot of manipulation, stretching, massaging etc. Again, I had to be naked for many of these sessions *very occasionally I was allowed to keep my underpants on...but not often. In the late 1950s /early 1960s it was considered to be quite normal. I was a pre - pubescent child so there was scant regard for any notions of modesty....to the healthcare professionals of that era, it was more or less an irrelevance with regard to boys of my age. My physiotherapists (mostly women) were very kind and I got to know them quite well, as I saw them many times over the course of five years. My treatment ended 2 months after my 12th birthday.
When I was 13, I got a job as a newspaper delivery boy (that was the youngest age that schoolboys were allowed to start). Back in the 1960s, it is amazing just HOW MANY people had papers and magazines delivered to their homes. Moreover, the vast majority also had weekly / monthly accounts, so they never had to go to the Newsagents shop at all. Instead they preferred boys like me to visit their homes on Saturday mornings to collect the money owed. As a Grammar School boy, I earned extra pay for doing tnis and helping out with book keeping too. It was very interesting visiting so many different homes / houses ranging from near slums to very affluent properties.
Now we come to the "nub' of all of this. Not long after I started...I was asked to collect the monies from someone else's round as they were off ill. It was extra work (running into Saturday afternoon)..but also extra money. Itvtook me to part of the town (the more affluent area) which I rarely visited. I admired the cars parked outside (we did not own a car) as I walked up the long drive of a smart, detached house and rang the doorbell. A middle -aged man opened the door and I explained who I was (as their usual boy was ill). He told me that his wife dealt with it and to go through to the kitchen diner. It was a far cry from my own house. I slipped off my shoes and went in, noting the plush carpets and expensive furniture.
The 'back kitchen' was quite a large room with dining furniture and a double a Aga range...plus an electric fire ( which was on, as it was a cold, crisp autumn day). A woman stood at the range, preparing food. I cleared my throat and politely announced: "Excuse me. Sorry to bother you madam, but I am here to collect the newspaper money." "Yes of course. Just a moment."
Then she turned around. I could not believe it. She was my last physiotherapist!!! My face must have flushed as I stood there. She recognised me straight away too. She smiled and made polite conversation. I was an adolescent now.Puberty, with its raging hormones had kicked in. I was aware that I suddenly had an erection (thankfully not obvious!!) Only 10 months previously I had been totally naked as she manipulated me!! Indeed, she had seen me naked on many occasions.
Bizarrely and irrationally, as she counted the money before giving it to me, I half expected her to tell me to take all of my clothes off and lie down on the mat in front of the fire. For a while, it became a fantasy that I masturbated about!!!