Seventh Grade humiliation

It was seventh grade, that horrible season when everyone's hormones are in turmoil and sexual development is no longer a concept but is growing on your chest and staining your underwear once a month. There was a "permission slip" handout one afternoon, to take home to get permission for the school nurse and a local MD to conduct "developmental examinations." I understood the concept, mom agreed it was a good idea, but I never gave any thought to the actual execution of the matter.

That was a quarter of a century ago, and I'd still like to get hold of the principal of that school and impale him on a stake for allowing it to happen that way: they called each of us out of the classroom one at a time! It was first the boys, then the girls. So when the teacher said, "Your turn, Diane" what she meant, and what every other person male and female in that room heard, was your turn to go have your genitals examined for "normalcy."

Funny thing is I hardly recall the exam itself. It did not involve a speculum. He sat on a chair and had me stand in front of him and drop my pants. Then he took a quick look at my budding little boobs, and the whole thing was over in thirty seconds.There was of course intense humiliation involved at that moment, but the really desperational humiliation came when walking back into that classroom knowing that everyone in the room knew I had just had his gloved fingers in my vagina. It was all I could do to not cry. Some of the girls did.

My first real gyn exam wasn't until a couple of years later.

Hugs,

Diane

"There was of course intense humiliation involved at that moment, but the really desperational humiliation came when walking back into that classroom knowing that everyone in the room knew I had just had his gloved fingers in my vagina. It was all I could do to not cry."

And I thought us guys had it bad when we had to walk to the front of speech class to give a talk, and we had such strong and uncontrollable erections, that caused us to bend half-way down toward the floor to hide it. They certainly em~bare~assed me many times.

I loved your story Diane; tis hoped that you will share more!

Thanks for the story Diane. Medical exams of female students used to get my pulse racing when I was in high school. When the names of girls would be called, I would watch as each one exited the classroom. I imagined what each of them would look like undressed, and what it would be like to feel their breasts and finger their vaginas. It was such a turn on if they came back looking humiliated. I would listen to their conversations with other girls to find out what had happened. If I was friends with the girl, I would ask them personally what had happened during their exam. If only I was the school doctor. I would masturbate to that fantasy for weeks.

Thanks for sharing your story azdiane. it must of been extremely embarrasing for you at that age for someone to look at your body. i am sure you were troubled about this for some time.

That's crazy, going through that in grade 7...

I was wondering that if everyone in the class was called in for an examination, why would it be be any more humiliating for one student than the other? If every one got a turn at the doctor that is a sort of equality. Or so i would think.

I would imagine that being called to go in groups to be just the same.

I would imagine that being called to go in groups to be just the same.

Oh no, not at all. There is great comfort to be had among a bunch of giggling girls. The horror is the one-at-a-time callout from the classroom, which, however briefly, focusus every attention on YOU. . Every one of the boys had already been called out, to their own individual embarrassment, I'm sure, and now was back in the classroom sitting in judgment on each girl as she responded to her name and walked out. The girls ahead of me in the alphabet already knew all too well what I was about to go through. The girls behind added me to their list of those girls who stood and walked through the door with a calm expression as I went out, determined not to show my inner weakness.

That was the whole point, and would have been so ever much kinder if the principal had just called all the girls at once. But no, each one of about twenty of us had to suffer the humiliation of being called out one at a time, in front of the boys.

And then, each of us one at a time had to go back in there, with every person in the room knowing that just three minutes ago you had had fingers in your vagina.

Hugs,

Diane

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Maybe it would be better to speak of embarrassment. Embarrassment is a subjective feeling, which comes mainly from the person experiencing it and which can be triggered by any number of factors, none of which in or of themselves areintentional.

Humiliation on the other hand is usually directed at someone, so it would be caused by intentionally creating a situation that would very likely evoke the feeling.

t doesn't really sound as if the experience you went through was intentionally meant to humiliate you. From a scholastic point of view, I'd guess it was done one by one in order to loose as little teaching time as possible per pupil.

Maybe a small consolation afterwards, but still.

That sounds pretty distressing...but do you think it contributed to your medical fetish? or did you already have leanings in that direction?

Must have been very embarassing indeed

I agree, sounds VERY distressing!

Sounds interesting but humiliating. just calling you all out one by one like that