Hopefully this won’t shock too many people but yes I have been examined by my mother.
I had a few periods in hospital up to the age of sixteen and sometimes my mother was present during post-op examinations so saw me naked but I was also examined by my mother when I was in my 50’s.
My mother had come to live with my wife and I after my father died so was always around when I got home from work. One evening my mother, who had been a nurse before I was born, noticed that I winced when I sat down and asked me if I was alright but I said I was just tired. However a few nights later she noticed again that I seemed to feel some pain when I sat down.
I admitted that I felt a bit sore and when questioned further I said I was getting a dull ache in my left testicle but it was probably because I’d been doing some heavy lifting. She suggested I go and take a shower or have a soak in the bath in that case and agreed it might help.
When I came out of the shower I went into the bedroom and immediately heard a knock on the door and my mother asked if it was ok to come in. I still had a towel wrapped around me, so when she didn’t wait for an answer and came straight in I wasn’t too bothered.
My mother then asked if I felt any better which I did but then suggested that she take a look; I was so surprised I didn’t answer and found my mother stood in front of me waiting for me to remove the towel. For whatever reason it just seemed logical and almost normal to do so and without making a conscious decision I removed the towel and let her look. She said she couldn’t see anything unusual and asked me to confirm which testicle was sore and then asked if she could touch it.
She then examined both testicles in a professional manner and then asked me to lie down on the bed, legs apart so she could could examine the area behind the scrotum but ended up telling me to turn over and kneel on the bed while she examined the back of the scrotum area.
After that she announced that she couldn’t see or feel anything unusual and that I could get dressed, sounding every bit the medical professional.
As I suspected the ache went away after a short while and I’ve not been troubled with it much since but for a while after that my mother took to just arriving in the bathroom room when I was having a shower and chatting to me in the same way she used to with my father and because she had ‘seen it all’ I didn’t feel the need to deprive her of these little chats after work. Interestingly though she never came in while my wife was at home.