Has anyone been examined by a parent?

@Bobbee It would definitely answer my questions but he lives out of state and besides, I’m not sure that it’s entirely allowed for a family member to treat another family member in a formal setting like that if it’s not an emergency. I guess I’ll leave it to my imagination! I’m sure it would be a little awkward while explaining that it’s time for the genital exam and I’m sure his hernia check would involve his finger being pretty deep in each inguinal canal. I’d love to know how the testicular exam would be! Or a rectal!

@BoyfriendB Examined where?

@Pecan nutjob my private parts.

I've never been examined by a parent.

My mother examined my uncut penis after every bath. She also put coconut oil on my penis and rubbed it in.

My mother examined my uncut penis after every bath. She also put coconut oil on my penis and rubbed it in.

What was the reason? To facilitate retracting the foreskin? Or something else?

Yes. After my mother became a nurse practitioner (I was about 13) and I was sick, she would listen to my lungs and look down my throat. I remember wanting to go to the doctor instead.

I was never examined by a parent, but my friend’s dad was a doctor. He wasn’t a pediatrician. I believe he took patients 12 years old and up through adult. One night, when I was 16 I think, I was at my friend’s house and wasn’t feeling well after dinner. My friend went downstairs to his dad’s office and asked him to examine me. I was the last patient of the evening, and the nurse already went home. My friend came into the room with me and I had to undress to my underwear. The doctor felt the glands on my neck and took my blood pressure. He told me I felt warm. I saw him get a thermometer. Since he dealt with lots of adults I was sure he would take my temperature orally. I was shocked when he told me to turn over on the table. I always had it taken rectally at the pediatricians, so I guess, my luck, it didn’t matter which doctor I saw, it was being taken rectally. I knew him very well, as I was at the house many times, but felt a bit embarrassed when he took my underwear down. He told my friend he would be back in a minute, and that he should hold the thermometer in place. My friend told me he gets his temperature taken the same way. The exam was pretty complete, and eventually I found myself totally naked. While still naked I again had to get onto the exam table and I got a penicillin shot which burned a lot. He also gave me a prescription, and in about 3 days I was much better.

Has anyone else seen or heard about this?

Woman, 35, discovers her gynaecologist, 70, of nine years is her biological dad

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@CassieST

The ole dog . . fancy practicing on one's patient 😲

Beyond making cuts, scapes and checking for ticks time to time no.

Yes. My mom was my pediatrician and my dad was a general surgeon.

I will be being shortly. My sister is filming another of her media projects and I am playing a character who needs to get a physical exam for clearance. My Dad is playing the Doctor I've just been into the room we are filming there's a massage table doubling up as an exam couch, blood pressure cuff, box of gloves, tongue depressors, reflex hammer, otoscope and stethoscope on the bed and a white coat hanging up on the door

@BoyfriendB Did you have problems with your foreskin?

Just finished the scene. If you'd like to know more let me know

Mother was an old school RN. Exams would be performed when she thought they were needed. Usually they were in bed, naked, except for the sheet. The sheet was folded back at certain points during the exam. It would start with the hand on the forehead, if it felt warm, the rectal thermometer would appear, lubricated with petroleum jelly, and the “roll over” command would come. Temp taking was always on the belly. The behind spread with one hand, the thermometer inserted with the other. It would come out after the usual three minutes and read. The stethoscope would be next. Sitting up, my chest and back were listened to, then my belly. Since I was very prone to constipation, I would then be put in the Simms position, the rubber glove would be snapped on, and the anal exam performed. It was always very thorough. Yes, the soapsuds enema would be next, more often than not. Sometimes two soapsuds enemas would be given, then the clear rinse. Ah, those were the days.

Probably more of us have been examined by a parent than we realize, seeing as a lot of doctors are probably parents. 😃 Sorry, couldn't resist a bit of levity.

@Pecan_nutjob, yes I used to have a tight foreskin.

I posted a few months ago about being examined by my Dad for a short film my sister was making. We've done a few none medical scenes since then but today we did another scene which involved me going to the Doctors for a check up (my character is someone who has a few medical issues). My sisters friend Sasha (who I have a massive crush on) was supposed to be playing the Doctor but she phoned my sister this morning to say she couldn't come as her son was ill. I was absolutely gutted! I said to my sister shall we postpone it until Sasha is available hoping she would say yes but she said no I want to film ot today if we can ill see if someone can fill in instead. She phoned a few of her other friends all of whom were unavailable and then said ill try Mum and see if she can do it. Sure said yes she would do it. So having been really looking forward to spending the afternoon being examined by my sisters friend instead I've spent it being examined by my mother

To be fair to my mum she was very good. She used to work in retail before she retired so has no medical experience whatsoever and only had an hours notice to do the scene which we improvised. I thought she wouldn't have any idea what she was doing 🤣

In my preteen and early teen period my parents often performed a special procedure on me at night when I was sleeping very hard.

They had pulled down my underpants or taken them off. I mostly lay on my back with legs spread somewhat. Mainly my father did it, but my mother stood behind and discussed with him.

I slept so hard that I think they gave me some relaxing medicine in my tea at the evening meal. I immediately got very tired and had to go to bed. But my parents asked me to go and pee before going to bed. Soon my mother had made my bed ready.

Sometimes I woke up and recognized what they did, but I felt so sleepy that I did not react in any way or bother, and then I felt in sleep again. I remember these glimpses from different times:

My father palpating my apendix zone and bladder zone.

Him palpating my hip joints.

Him palpating my scrotum, but not specifically my testicles.

Him retracting my foreskin and looking at my glans and urethral opening.

Him insering a finger into my anus and probing my spincter.

I remember he had iserted a thermometer into my anus with me laying on my back with spread legs.

I think he injected some medicine into my urethra with a syringe for that purpose. My memory about this is somewhat blurred, but I happened to find the syringe, and he explained what it was for. He said he had used in on himself, but the circumstances point more to that he used it on me during night.

I think he or a nurse that visited us inserted an inflatable catheter into my urethra and inflated it to stretch out my urethra, after that something had been injected into my urethra to hinder pain.

I remember I saw this catheter connected to a hand pump, but I do not remember the insertion. But my father actually told me that he would get such a thing to use on me.

My parebts had the habit of going around to experts of various kind and tell about worries about my health and got a lot of advices. I am sure he talked with that nurse which lived in the same house.

She had two sons. One of these told me about pumping the urethra of boys and that had happened him.

Since I only remember glimpses, I do not know how the procedure happened step by step or if all of this happened every time.

In the morning I often woke up without anything on my lower body parts, which tell my parents had taken off my underpants. Strangerly I never reacted or thought about it, as if it did not bother me.

I also felt something had been inside my rectum and urethra, but not real pain.

@Velociraptor That sounds like very strange 'treatment'

From your other posts as well, it seems your parents had an almost obsessive interest in your body and development as you were growing up.

The most unusual part is the urethral stretching/inflation, and that the nurse's son had the same. What do you think they were trying to achieve? And what effect did it have?

As a then foster child I was regularly examined in great detail by one or both of my carers. I was of course naked and while they examined me from head to toe, great detail of my young nipples (pinching and sometimes nibbling), penis and testicles in particular (a lot of holding often smelling and orally and as I got older, always making sure I had an erection!) Of course, my bum crack was always opened and orally checked and time always spent as they both with finger inserted in my Bum hole twisting and probing. Frequently this would mean an immediate enema to wash my bowels. As I said VERY detailed.

@hotnsoapy

Why would they do those exams? Any particular reason? I think if you only mentioned about such an exam in your care institution, your foster carers not only stopped being carers but surely would go to prison.

Blockinbeds wrote:

"The most unusual part is the urethral stretching/inflation, and that the nurse's son had the same. What do you think they were trying to achieve? And what effect did it have?

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My father was obsessively preoccupied with my development, indeed, and not only regarding my intimate zones. This obsession is a part of the Norweagian culture, but my Father was more obsessed than usual.

The urethral stretching had however some logic. I had some problems with peeing, in that my urine flow did not start at once and was very slow, but I always managed to empty my bladder totally. I remember that my father expressed concerns. When thinking back I think my urine flow got gradually more effective.

He was also worried that I could get urinary tract infection, a very common problems for children in Norway, but i never had that.

He was also obsessed with worries that I could get rheumatic fever. I he had a brother that died in his teens from rheumatic fever which is part of the reason.

As mentioned he did not get the ideas all of his own. Some surely came from that nurse that had the habit of visiting people in the building to help with medical problems. But I also think he cooperated with the school health service. In that period he frequently visited the school to talk about concerns.