Most embarrassing procedures

My most embarrassing exams were when the doctor let my stepdad stay in the exam room when I was in my early teens.

It was just the two of them in the room and I received a full exam. I kept trying to cover up my nudity and private areas unsuccessfully during the exams. I truly wanted to die from embarrassment the first few times and then the last few times I experienced “weird” feelings during the exams that I felt guilty about afterwards.

@ccm93

I can definitely relate to the weird feeling that you experienced during your exams. It is a combination of embarrassment and arousal. Your mind is leading you to be embarrassed by the nudity and touching, while your body is becoming aroused by the same. You believe that you shouldn't be aroused, which leads to increasing levels of embarrassment. I wish that I could go back and experience those exams again. I sometimes feel that if I could have let go of my inhibitions, the pleasure would have been heightened. Other times, I feel that it was the embarrassment that heightened the pleasure. Either way, I become aroused thinking about those exams and they have left an indelible impression on me.

@ccm93 Was your stepdad simply in the room as a chaperone but not observing your exam (like, allowing you some modesty)? Or was he actively observing? Or do you remember? I remember the last time my mother accompanied me into the exam room for a full physical, young teen, I was so mortified that I stared anywhere but at her because I didn’t want to see if she was observing, especially the intimate parts.

@RichardAsni

He was in the room actively observing. I think that he was even watching me as I tried to change into the gown as quickly as possible. He was right next to the Dr. during my exam. I remember him looking at me as I lay their naked in the frog leg position and then could only imagine him looking on as I was told to turn over.

When the Dr. had me standing naked in front of him to gauge my "growth" my stepdad was standing right next to him staring at me, althought I felt better when he told me to turn around and face the other direction as it was bothering me that I could still feel both of them looking at me. I wanted to die during some of the exams that he was present for.

Okay @ccm93, why wasn't your mom the one to be there with you, I find it rather odd but what do I know.

I had a skin tag on my inner thigh, right near my balls. Stupidly, I tried to remove it myself and it wouldn't stop bleeding. I patched it up the best I could, while still bleeding and drove to the local walk in. It was a late Sunday afternoon and not very busy so I got right in. The NP on duty asked me to remove my pants to take a look. She gave me some sort of shot, and was able to stop the bleeding but couldn't remove all of it. She asked me to make an appointment with my GP which I did the following morning. I was able to get in two days with the "dr on call" who happened to be a family friend. Certainly an embarrassment doing surgery myself and further given its location.

He was in the room actively observing. I think that he was even watching me as I tried to change into the gown as quickly as possible. He was right next to the Dr. during my exam. I remember him looking at me as I laid their naked in the frog leg position and then could only imagine him looking on as I was told to turn over. When the Dr. had me standing naked in front of him to gauge my "growth" my stepdad was standing right next to him staring at me, althought I felt better when he told me to turn around and face the other direction it was bothering me that I could still feel both of them lopoking at me. I wanted to die during some of the exams that he was present for.

Maybe he was simply admiring what his new wife used to look like.

I had a skin tag on my inner thigh, right near my balls. Stupidly, I tried to remove it myself and it wouldn't stop bleeding. I patched it up the best I could, while still bleeding and drove to the local walk in. It was a late Sunday afternoon and not very busy so I got right in. The NP on duty asked me to remove my pants to take a look. She gave me some sort of shot, and was able to stop the bleeding but couldn't remove all of it. She asked me to make an appointment with my GP which I did the following morning. I was able to get in two days with the "dr on call" who happened to be a family friend. Certainly an embarrassment doing surgery myself and further given its location.

I discovered one of those a few days ago about a half inch from my leg on my scrotum. I'll have to show it to my doctor if I ever see her again. This Chinese virus has made her inaccessible. My annual checkup was a blood test and an email last year. Both places, the VA and the local den of thieves.

I posted this in another thread but it fits here as well. I had a perianal cyst that had to be lanced and drained. The doc had me lower my pants and lay face down on the exam/procedure table. A nurse came in and taped my butt cheeks open so the doc would have good access. Nor really embarrassing - just awkward. After he lanced and drained it he said it needed to heal from the inside out - so he packed the wound with cotton with instructions to come back in three days. The nurse cleaned me up and left the room. The doc scripted a percocet to take an hour or so before the next 3-4 appointments. Same procedure every time for I came back: pants down, face down on the table, nurse came in and addressed me by name asking how I was doing, then taped my butt cheeks open. On the last visit as I was leaving I passed the nurse in the hall - and thanked her. She looked at me with a confused look - she had never seen my face and didn't know I was the guy whose butt cheeks she spread. That was when I felt a little embarrassed!!

Now she recognizes you by your ass?

Now she recognizes you by your ass?

Some say "I have" - or was it "I am" - a perfect ass!

Mine was being watched by the doctor while peeing and then told to bend over the toilet as he inserted a lubed finger up my ass to check my prostate. I had a urodynamic study that wasn't nearly that embarrassing as the doctor left the room to let me pee.

During my first visit to a urologist. I was in the exam room wearing just a shirt. He told me he needed to rule out a prostate infection as a reason for my flow issue. In went the finger. Next he surprised me by pressing really hard on my prostate to express some fluid (ow). That was not the embarrassing part. He had me turn around, grabbed my penis and methodically squeezed it from my scrotum up to my glans while holding a glass slide to collect the fluid. Nothing was coming out so he pressed on my prostate again then repeated the massage, this time squeezing all the way up my penis pressing under and over it all the way to my meatus. It kinda felt good which caused more than a few confusing thoughts to pass through my head. I was starting to reach down to stop him but fortunately his ministrations got him enough fluid to inspect under a microscope so off he went to examine it. When he came back he informed me that I didn’t have an infection and that the next step was to scope me. He told me I could get dressed and to schedule another appointment.

No doctor or anyone other than myself or my wife had ever touched my penis like that before.

When i was in college I developed a case of jock itch. Went in to the clinic to get it checked out. As the doctor was looking at it, a small group of medical students (male and female) came in and also had a look. Very embarassing. I think I might have enjoyed it if it was just female students and they wanted a hands-on inspection.

When doctor measured my testicles with tanner beads and briefly measured my penis on my very first visit after I moved.

I had Tanner staging done in my adolescence. That is probably not something I'd be embarrassed about now, but by its very nature is only done when you are at an age when you are particularly self-conscious and private about your body.

When i was in college I developed a case of jock itch. Went in to the clinic to get it checked out. As the doctor was looking at it, a small group of medical students (male and female) came in and also had a look. Very embarassing. I think I might have enjoyed it if it was just femaie students - and they wanted a hands-on inspection.

I had a really bad case a few years ago as well – had to go to a dermatologist to get some oral meds for it even, but she had an intern with her that was there to observe, and they both indeed got to see it all.

Definitely my first gyn exam and I think many girls agree on that

The proctological examination and attached enema

I had Tanner staging done in my adolescence. That is probably not something I'd be embarrassed about now, but by its very nature is only done when you are at an age when you are particularly self-conscious and private about your body.

I would agree I moved like below

When doctor measured my testicles with tanner beads and briefly measured my penis on my very first visit after I moved.

And had my very first visit with a new femalye pediatrician my first physical was at 13.5 i was a stage 0 0, so she decided I should come back between physicals to check my genitals, I was a very late bloomer not really developing until 16 so this continued until she was satisfied I caught up and became ‘normal’. I guess by default when a doctor is examining you penis and telling you it’s small and undeveloped it’s embarrassing as hell.

Having a finger inserted into my anus in front of my husband.

Mine was when i was about 9. i use to like sleeping with my foreskin rolled back usually i would pull the foreskin back over the glands before school but this day i decided i was going to leave it rolled back. my foreskin swelled up like a balloon and i couldnt get the skin back over the head. in the end i had to show my parents and they took me to the hospital.

the nurses were laughing at me because they knew i had been playing with my cock. when i woke up after being put to sleep. the nurses asked me if it was bandaged. i looked under the quilt and it wasnt the skin was now back over the head. even my mum wanted to look at my cock so i let her.

in the end i used this all to my own advantage. when i use to get erections my foreskin would snap back behind the glands so i would take my cock out and masturbate it then it would go soft and i could pull the skin back over the head. so i would openly masturbate and because my parents knew i had foreskin issues they use to let me get on with it. it use to turn me on openly masturbating in front of them.

@Southern Ann was it your own finger or a doctor's finger ?

Another story came to mind. I've been in sports for a long time and my back ached a lot due to numerous falls. When I was 16, my father sent me to his friend who worked as a doctor. This friend's name was Uncle Harry. My father said that Harry would show me some exercises for my back pain. One day after school I took the bus and went to see him. Uncle Harry worked in a recreation center outside the city. I had to shake on a bus for an hour to get there. I wondered why I had to travel so far for some stupid exercise. Uncle Harry could show these exercises on his next visit to our home. He visited us often at that time. I arrived. Uncle Harry, in a white gown, came out to meet me. He took me to his office and offered me tea and cookies. Then he said: “Pauline, I need to examine your back. Do me a favor, strip down to your underwear, put your clothes on that chair, and come over to me. “ I undressed and stayed in my panties and bra. Suddenly I remembered that my panties are transparent in the front. It was a nightmare. I didn't know that I would have to take my clothes off. I covered my panties with my hands and walked over to him. Uncle Harry began to examine me. I turned, I bent over, I raised my arms up and to the sides. And all the time I saw in the mirror my transparent panties, through which my pubic hair was visible. I tried to cover myself, but dirty Harry kept asking me to raise or spread my arms. Many years have passed since then, but I still burn from embarrassment.

First I've heard of “Tanner Staging” - so looked it up https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanner_scale

Had to be a cystoscope. Not at all exciting!

Had to be a cystoscope. Not at all exciting

At age 6 my parents took me to a pediatric urologist because I suffered with chronic (every night) nocturnal enuresis. Like 20% of boys who had our foreskin amputated against our wills days after we were born, I was diagnosed with meatal stenosis. The absolute worst days of my childhood (even worse than being molested for four years by two older cousins) were the days I spent as a patient in the hospital. Meatotomy, bladder biopsy, cystoscopy, voiding cystourethrogram, thorazine injection in the butt, the foley catheter, etc., etc., etc. still cause me nightmares forty years later.

Like Srgfgahs (post 253), I also had the urologist massage my prostate to express prostatic fluid which he then harvested from my urethra. Like Srgfgahs, I also tested negative for infection. That was at age 26. But fast forward more than 30 years and I think the prostate biopsy I had for suspected cancer at age 59 was the most humiliating. Here's the story:

My PSA had been creeping up. That plus enlargement and a little asymmetry of the prostate on rectal exam made the urologist think I should have a biopsy.

I arrived at the rather large urologist clinic with its own short procedures facility. I had to take an enema at home before hand and also take antibiotics for three days before. There was a changing area with lockers where I took off all my clothes and put on a cloth hospital gown and hospital socks. They had me sit in a waiting room – Itself rather embarrassing to be just in a hospital gown in a common area like that.

Then the nurse called me back to a procedures room. The nurse stayed and the urologist entered. It was not the urologist I normally saw but a young one on staff at the urology clinic. They had me lie on the procedures table on my left side and draw my legs up as close to my chest as I possibly could. They lifted the gown. This all meant that I was in a fetal position with my entire rectal-genital area exposed to both doctor (male) and nurse (female).

The doc performed a digital rectal exam. Then the nurse handed him the ultrasound probe, which had a lubricated protective sheath on it, with slots in the side that they use to shoot darts into the prostate to obtain specimens. The doc inserted the ultrasound probe into my rectum (slightly painful, as my anus is somewhat sensitive to begin with). They then shoot the darts through the wall of the rectum into the prostate to obtain the specimens. The ultrasound is used to map out where in the prostate the specimen is obtained. I had 12.

They withdrew the ultrasound probe and told me I could get up and get dressed. The nurse helped me off the table. The doc told me I could experience some rectal bleeding for a few days (I did not) and to continue the antibiotics for two more days. No complications from the biopsy.

The biopsy showed I had prostate cancer for which I underwent subsequent treatment, but that's another story.

@ccm93, I don’t know how old you were but a nurse should have been with the doctor and told daddy to wait outside ! Doc will talk to you when he finishes! That’s almost child abuse!

When I was 15 I went for my yearly at my pediatrician. He told me to strip into my underwear, when I layed on the table I started getting an erection at the abdomen exa. When he turned away to get his gloves I quickly put my now full erect cock in the waistband to hide it knowing it would just spring up anyways. So the doctor said “Need to slip these off, buddy” as he tugged on my underwear to pull them off which I lifted my hip up and he took them completely off. As soon as he took them off I got way too excited and came infront off him. To which he just said oops cleaned me up and continued the exam. I would ooze a little to which he would tap with a towel to clean.