Asked for the nurse to stop and take it out. But the nurse at the heath department said, we have to wait until it beeps.
The first time I cried I was still a baby so.. the second time I just stood there and looked behind me and seen numbers moving... though both times I had absolutely no idea what was happening I just knew there was something in my butt
When I was a child, I listened to music from radio. or the TV was on.my mother was alone and had little patience.I had to be quiet, otherwise it was certainly beaten.I was more afraid of her than of the rectal thermometer
Suffice it to say that with the mouth unoccupied, what could be expected from a grade school age youngster is a lot of complaining about having a temperature taken in the "butt" instead of the mouth (like the rest of the youngster's peers) with a "glass thermometer".
I usually stayed very still and tried not to even breathe as I laid face down on the exam table paper. It’s no wonder my butthole would start throbbing along with my pulse. I often had to be told to breathe by the offending nurse.
When I do rectal temperatures on myself, I just lay on the bed and I set my timer on my phone for 5 minutes and wait for the reading.
It has meant different reactions over time depending on how old I was and clearly as time has passed, it has become so linked with arousal and surrender. As a child, mom took it rectally but not all that often. Rectals were required by my doctor and a source of mixed emotions. Early on, it seemed routine if that can ever be the case. As I became a teen and now sensitive to most things touching my private areas, it was a source of major embarrassment and often caused me to have an erection or semi reaction to it. I think that hasn't stopped. Well, for sure, it hasn't. The notion of a physical exam, the requirement to be naked, and the anticipation of the doctor examining me thoroughly remains strong in my mind. I realize that at times, I may react and the doctor is likely to expect that given all the patients that he see's and examines. Whenever the cheeks are spread, my emotions take over and I flash back to lying on the table with the nurse inserting a thermometer and reminding me, "I need to get your temperature." As I got older, I learned the slang expression for my anus was "Rosebud." I recall that it would pucker during a temp. Soon seeing the RT on a tray or gloves became the stuff that I reflected upon for self pleasure. So for me, the waiting has transformed into a set of memories and they are easily brought forward just thinking about the rectal thermometer.
I took my rectal temperature 8 times and during those 8 times, I was chatting with a female friend on here.
When I would be getting it as a child most of the time I would be laying either in my bed face down, well with my head turned to the side. , on the couch the same way no matter if it was mom or sis doing it to me. Now I may masturbate no matter who is doing it to me.
I was chatting with a friend on here while taking my rectal temperature and got a reading of 97.2 and I was under the covers while I was taking it.
When my play doctor takes my temperature, he holds the thermometer in place with one hand while he caresses my buttocks with the other hand. I just relax and enjoy the wonderful feeling.
When I was a kid I would just lay curled up on my left side on my bed listening to the kitchen timer ticking away for the 5 minutes while my mother held the thermometer in my bum so it wouldn't slip out.
Mom holds my legs up and I mostly just stare at the ceiling or out the window. Sometimes she will talk to me and I answer, but I won't start talking to her when it's in my bum. I also know better than to act up or complain.
When I take my rectal temperature now, I chat with my EMT friend. I always let know when I start the process of taking my rectal temperature and I do tell my friend that I am holding it in place and when I get ready to remove it and tell my friend and then I remove and give the reading.
When a was little, mom use to path my back and read me some stories! Now , my girl friend just path my back and talk to me, I do the same to her
No memory of them as a child.As an adult I stare straight ahead or face down in the pillow in embarrassment and excitement as I hear her open the thermometer case and the vaseline and feel her pull down my underwear. Sometimes I'm already so excited that I start gently rubbing my erection against the sheets of the bed. She'll often comment how "ready" I must be to have my temperature taken "this way".
When my mom took my temperature and there was somebody else there .... she would ask them to count. I think she thought this would help the time go bye but it always just made it more embarrassing and drew more attention to me while the thermometer was sticking out of my bottom.
Hi @Bowedmale Just wondering who was with your mom to do the counting.When my mom took my temperature and there was somebody else there .... she would ask them to count. I think she thought this would help the time go bye but it always just made it more embarrassing and drew more attention to me while the thermometer was sticking out of my bottom.
I rub his bottom and back and speak to him while I hold the thermometer in place waiting for it to register. Also playing with it a little sometimes just to see if I get any reaction on his side.
@RTEnthusiast at the Dr my mom counted. At home I had an aunt, grandmother, and neighbor count at different times. It just drew more attention and made it worse.
I only do it for play, so my girlfriend will gently twirl it, move it in and out, and eventually will caress and stroke my scrotum from behind. If I’m on my back with my legs open or pulled up, she’ll begin stroking my cock with her other hand. Because we use a glass rectal thermometer, we need to be careful, so before getting to carried away, she removes the thermometer. Then we have all kinds of options for what comes next.
As a kid, I usually had to be physically held down. I resented having my temperature taken that way, because all of my older siblings had it taken orally. By some stroke of luck, I managed to hold an oral thermometer under my tongue at around age 5, so I never had to deal with that again. Fast-forward to my early 20's, when a girlfriend who was a nurse, convinced me to let her take my temp. rectally. I was laying down on her bed, very nervous while waiting, because I expected it to be uncomfortable. Those next few minutes left me with such incredible feelings, that I became hooked from that point on, and rectal has become the only way that I've taken my temp. since then. (Late 70's). It still gives me a physical and mental rush like no other. Instead of saying "ow," I now say "WOW."