Mother knows best

Has anyone been in the situation where when your ill your mother wants to see if she knows what is wrong with you before you go to the doctor.

When I was 14 and developed I had a pain in my lower abdomin area. My mother said she would see if she could feel anything so proceeded to push her hands under the bed sheet and down towards my groin. As she could not feel anything she went further and under the waist band of my underpant. her fingers went in to my pubic hair which embarrased me and I started to get hard which she also felt. After a while she pulled out her hand and said she could not find anything wrong.

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Has anyone been in the situation where when your ill your mother wants to see if she knows what is wrong with you before you go to the doctor.

When I was 14 and developed I had a pain in my lower abdomin area. My mother said she would see if she could feel anything so proceeded to push her hands under the bed sheet and down towards my groin. As she could not feel anything she went further and under the waist band of my underpant. her fingers went in to my pubic hair which embarrased me and I started to get hard which she also felt. After a while she pulled out her hand and said she could not find anything wrong.

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It’s perfectly normal and even urgent sometimes. If you live at small village or a farm, where no doctor at all, you can’t call a doctor from the town every time, when your children feels some discomfort or pain. Often, that can be caused for the quite simple reason like overstrain, eat to much, chafe, light allergic reaction and don’t need doctors’ interference at all. That is why I always do preliminary examination to my son, before call or visit his doctor. Sometimes those require removing his clothes and underwear. It’s really embarrassed after his reach puberty and start to raise some pubic hair, but I want to be sure that all about his healthy and physical development is right.

Yes, dilandsas,I can relate.We we a poor family,you had to be seriuosly ill,for a doctor visit,dear old mom gave us examinations more than the doctor,if she could have,I'm sure she would hsve given shots,as it were, we got full exams,and a lot of rectal temps and enemas,I did get arroused a lot,mom did make contact with my privates,but never very long,she never attempted to touch me sexually,thank goodness,therapy is expensive.

HAPPY MOTHER'S TO ALL MOMS OUT THERE!!!! Where would we be without you!!? We wouldn't exist in this life, that's for sure. There is no heart fonder, no heart grander; none more caring and sharing than that of your mother. Boy, I can tell you that I sure miss mine; God bless her. So if you're fortunate enough to still have yours around; PUT UP with WHATEVER she dishes out. You'll be forever at peace with her and yourself... 😘

I do recall one time during my childhood (I think around 6 years old) that I had complained to her about some anal/rectal irritation (of course, I'm sure I didn't quite describe it like that at the time 😉 ). Anyway, I recall her having a look to see if it was anything noticeable or at all serious. A bit embarrassing, but not too much so.

Yeah, I know what you mean. It would always be that way when I wasn't feeling well. But my parents always got it wrong. I would usually feel sick earlier then my symptoms would be diagnosable if that works. Pretty much, I felt sick, but didn't have a fever or many physical symptoms, so they'd wave it off and then when I did get a fever and was actually sick they would call the doc. Not exactly the best method.

My mom seemed to always know what to do. If my mom thought I had a temperature, she could tell by hugging me, or putting the back of he hand against my forehead, and she was usually accurate within a couple of degrees. Mom always seemed to know the signs, and symptoms and what to do. If my mom thought it was something she couldn't handle, we went to the doctor.

I was the fifth kid out of six, with six years between me and my next oldest brother. (From oldest [boy] to youngest [girl] there is a range of about 13 years. We go B, G, B, B, B, G) We all had the same pediatrician.

By the time me and my sister came along, my Mom had dealt with everything from the common cold to appendicitis. Very often, she'd call the doc, tell HIM what was wrong, and he'd phone in a prescription.(Can't do that anymore.) Sometimes he'd tell her to bring us to the office, and sometimes he would make a house call. (They don't do THAT anymore, either!)

That Doctor just passed away a few years ago, after almost 60 years in practice. (He never retired.)

My mom would "examine" me if I was feeling bad...she would take my temperature with an anal thermometer, feel my face to see if I was hot...she would run vicks vapor rub on my chest.

When I was 15, I had a really bad stomach ache. So I was in bed laying there and my mom came into my room...asked if I was okay...I told her that my tummy hurts...so she went into the bathroom, got some tums and water..came back into my room and told me to chew the tums and drink the water which I did.

She then removed my blanket and rubbed my tummy she moved the blanket some more exposing me laying there in my white brief underwear...she kept on rubbing and she went lower rubbing my abdomen then she lowered my underwear and she pressed my abdomen and asked me if it hurt...she made a comment regarding my pubic hair growth and puberty...she then took my testicles and felt them a bit and she inspected my penis...and I got hard and then she pulled my underwear up and left the room.

I have read sometimes in a post that the best way to know if a boy was seriously ill or not and had much fever was to take his testicles and to feel if they were very hot or not or may be to try some other clues such as a little inflammation.

it is a nurse in a boardind school for boys who relates that.

Esaterman there may be some truth in that. If you notice, when a man is ill his scrotum is often quite saggy, or loose.

When I was young I had many problems and my mother always knew what was wrong and how it could be cured. When I was 14 or so I had been hit in the groin, my mother came into my bedroom and felt around my lower abdomen and then lowered my underwear to check things out. She paid particular attention to my testicle as I had a problem growing up with one of them not descending.Up until that time she had given me regular check to see if it was descending correctly so it was no big deal.She squeezed them a little and then went to the bathroom and came back with a warm towel and put it on my scrotum and after awhile the pain did go away. Another time I had a stomach ache and she brought me to the bathroom and made me take a hot bath. After about 20 minutes she had me stand, bend over the sink and gave me an enema. Whatever she put in me must have worked because when she finished and helped me to the toilet to release, I felt great.My mom always knew what was wrong and how to make it better.

I think that when women have children, there is some type of hormone released that makes us great practical diagnosticians. I'm not saying we're always right, far from it, but for the most part women seem to have a knack for when someone is sick. Is there a nurturing hormone?

Actually, the release of whatever ability this is may happen well before childbirth, in our mid-teens perhaps. Some of us have the ability for animals as well as humans. I guess that's how we end up in the animal care profession.

Definitely, Moms pretty much know just what you need. A cool washcloth on the back of the neck if you've been sick at your tummy, a backrub, a glass of ginger ale, and one of the best remedies I know is clean fresh sheets on the bed if you're running a fever.

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LadyDoc

Yes Lady, I agree. Mother does seem to know best in most cases. It just seems to be a natural thing I'm guessing.

Mothers know best--except when they bring out the enema bag! LOL

Funny story about how clueless a FATHER can be.

I was in 4th grade. One Sunday I started getting chest pains. Dad said it was gas. Dad was one of these “don't get sick” guys. Monday, still had chest pains. Gas he says and off to school I went. Same scenario on Tuesday. Finally, when I complained of the same thing on Wednesday my mother said “we're taking him to the doctor”.

Turns out I had pneumonia, not gas pains !

Haha! I believe it's a common thing here in Eastern Europe. One the most vivid memories I have is my mother trying to pull a tick out my penis. I was 13 maybe. It was humiliating - I got a massive hard on and the "extraction" lasted forever since she managed to tear his head off and had to pick the rest of it with a needle. Quite a painful experience. She took me to the doctor afterwards just to check the hole she managed to dig in my foreskin and to get a tetanus shot.