I only had this as a child. It looked like this. Diagnosis of the polyp of the rectum. My mother, or more commonly an older adult sister who was allowed to accompany me, signed the authorization for my examination. From that moment on, my fate was sealed. Being a child of 10, no one asked my wish. First, the doctor, and these were always girls and women, asked me all sorts of questions. I didn't like answering them.Questions related to both my stomach pains and detailed questions about how I poop. Then I was told to undress. I took off my outer clothes, my sister helped me. She folded her clothes. I was a little embarrassed being in panties with three girls. Then they felt my stomach, standing and lying on the couch. Further, most often, I was told to go to the table. From that moment on, my heart began to beat wildly. The table was high for me. They either attached a ladder to it, or the nurse, taking me under the armpits, helped me climb onto the table. I was a thin boy, and she could easily do it. The doctor, meanwhile, put on gloves. Everything was fast, but time seemed to stretch. The nurse put me in the right position. She told me and helped me with her hands to stand up properly. As a rule, first we kneel and rest our shoulders on the table. Even standing in that position was a humiliation. Then she pulled off my panties. Her hands make me spread my legs a little and arch my back. To stand humiliating and ashamed. The doctor and nurse are looking at me from behind. The sister sits further, at the beginning of the office, but she still sees, though not in detail, they are obscured by a doctor and a nurse. They spread my ass. The doctor inserts a finger. It doesn't hurt, but I blush with embarrassment. Then they tell me to roll over on my back. I turn. The nurse pulls my panties off completely. She herself puts my feet on special supports. Often fixing them with straps. The straps were not tightened, but only slightly fixed. It was necessary to lie down with legs wide apart and knees brought to the chest. They examined my crotch. The doctor inserted a finger and felt, and then often used a special rectal baby speculum. When they did it with a mirror, it hurt a little, because it expanded the anus. Sometimes they felt the testicles and checked the penis. Although everything was fine with me. Most likely for prevention. The genitals were not checked every time. The same thing happened in the hospital. Either a nurse or an orderly took me to examinations, and students of the medical institute were present at the exams. Before such examinations, I was always given enemas.