Growing up, anytime I’d go for a checkup/physical our pediatrician always would check my genitals and rear. I began to become really aware of it around the age of 11 or 12. At that age you start becoming self conscious of your body, and the fact that my mother was present for my physicals. It was the same for my sisters as well, because I remember them complaining afterwards that the doctor would remove their panties. Our pediatrician was male.
When I was 14 I was due for my high school entrance physical that was required at the time. I’m sure my mother made the appointment for me, so I wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary. When the day came along, I remember checking in at the nurses window, and the reseptionist telling my mother that, Dr. Bob, our normal pediatrician would not be seeing me today, and that his daughter Dr. Allison who had just joined his practice would be preforming my physical today. Well this was shocking news to me because other than his nurses seeing me in my underpants for getting weighed and such, I had never been examined by a woman doctor. Now my mother seemed unphased by it all, because I remember her saying to the reseptionist that she looked forward to meeting Dr. Allison. I of course didn’t know what to think, I just knew I was very nervous about it.
As was routine at our pediatrician, for physicals, I would be told by the nurse to undress to my underpants. After the nurse did her thing, she told me to sit up on the table and the Doctor would be in shortly. So mom and I sat there and waited. While we waited my mother was making small talk, but I wasn’t really listening, I was really worried about becoming erect during her exam, and how embarrassing that would be in front of her and my mother.
My worries were lessened some when she finally entered the exam room, and she really spent a good amount of time talking to me and my Mother. At the time what I liked is that she didn’t treat me like a little kid. She really seemed to care about me and my health and development. Well, she started my exam and did all the usual things that her father Dr. Bob would do. I knew it was getting close to the end and that she was eventually going to check my genitals and bottom. I was laying on my back while she was palpating my abdomen, when to my relief, she asked my mother to please step outside the room. I really appreciated her asking my Mom to leave. It made me feel grown up. It was then she had me sit up, and began asking me questions that I was glad Mom wasn’t in the room for. Such as, puberty issues, bathroom habits, if I had sex yet, or if I smoked or used alcohol. Well I hadn’t had intercourse yet and I did not smoke or drink then, so I was honest with my answers. Then she began to explain what she needed to do to complete my exam, meaning the genital portion. She had me lay back down on the table, and she removed my underpants. She then had me open my legs and checked my testicles for lumps, explaining everything as she went. She also asked when I started to notice that I was getting pubic hair, and I told her when I was 12. Then she had me roll over on my tummy, parted my cheeks and looked at my rectum. Which was pretty much the same thing her father Dr. Bob would do. After that she had me stand up and checked me for hernia. Then she said I could get dressed, and that she’d be back in a few minutes. When she came back, she informed me that I was in good health and signed the physical exam form that she filled out. She then asked me if I had any questions, and that she didn’t want me to ever be afraid to ask anything. That there was no such thing as a stupid question.