My most memorable doctor's visit occurred when I was in my early teens, maybe 14 (either 7th or 8th grade), during the summer. It was, I think, my second exam where I went back alone without parental accompaniment. This was a big deal because my parents were very protective, so it made me feel grown up and confident. I knew what to expect from a visit to the doctor. The practice had two doctors, and I saw one about twice as often as the other, so I expected to see him.
When I arrived at the office, the first thing I noticed was that the waiting room looked different. It had been remodeled and was much brighter and more colorful. I checked in as I normally did and waited with my mom to be called. A nurse eventually called my name and led me to the room dedicated to taking height and weight, where I removed my shoes before having to be asked. She then took me to an empty exam room, which had also been updated. Previously the exam rooms were very plain, decorated with just a medical poster on the back of the door (if you were lucky). This one was again brightly colored and train themed. There was train wallpaper on the walls, and the paper on the exam table even had cartoon trains on it. The nurse had me sit down and took my temperature and blood pressure, then instructed me, almost in an apologetic manner, to undress down to my underwear. She left, and I was alone.
I undressed quickly to my boxer shorts and waited for the doctor in the chair. I never waited on the table or even climbed up until I was told to do so. I don't know why.
The signature quick knock on the door was heard, and before I could respond the door opened. It wasn't my usual doctor. It wasn't even the "other guy". The doctor introduced himself and explained that he was new to the practice within the past year. He even asked how I liked the remodel. He had me climb up on the exam table, and he leaned against in next to me, almost sitting next to me, as he reviewed my chart and asked me questions to update my history.
The exam progressed normally. To listen to my heart and lungs, he leaned against the table next to me, which actually made me feel more comfortable. Throughout the exam, he narrated everything that he was doing, which actually put me at ease, even though I didn't quite realize that I was uncomfortable to begin with.
With me laying down, he said "I'm going to check your stomach..." as he pushed quickly on the middle of my stomach "...aaaand your legs." as he moved my legs around. I got nervous when he stepped away from the table. The other doctors usually did a more thorough abdominal exam, feeling deeply all around including under the waistband of my underwear. Even though I wasn't even sure I liked medical exams, I started to feel like I had gotten ripped off.
Next he said quickly "And I'll just have you climb down so we can do the musculoskeletal exam and then finish up with the testicular and hernia exams." While I knew what this meant, it was so fast that I wasn't even sure I understood it. I climbed down, and he had me walk to the door and back while he watched. Then he sat in one of the chairs and had me face away from him and bend down and touch my toes. I was embarrassed to have my butt right in his face, but as soon as I was bent down, he told me I could stand up again.
Then he told me to turn around. By this point, the anticipation had caused me to get an erection, so instead of turning to face him directly (and putting my erection right in his face), I turned to the side a little. But he put a hand on my hip and guided me to face him. Then he said: "Go ahead and pull those down."
I didn't have time to think or even question it. I tugged my boxers down to my knees, wanting to be cooperative. I looked at him and asked "Is that ok?" He responded that it was fine and that he was going to do a hernia exam now. He touched my inguinal area and looked up, saying "Tighten up for me". I squeezed my PC muscle, causing my erect penis to "jump". He moved his finger to a slightly different spot and repeated "Tighten?" I squeezed it again, trying to hold it, but every time I though I was holding it, he'd say "Tighten" again, and sure enough, I could squeeze a little harder and make my penis jump again. He did it several times on the other side too.
Wow, I thought. This was far more detailed a hernia exam than I had ever gotten before. Usually it was just a quick look and maybe a cough -- sometimes not even a look. But I wasn't even done.
"Now I'm going to do a testicular exam and show you how to do your self exams." he said. Seated in front of me, he carefully felt each testicle, pointing out parts of the anatomy and demonstrating technique. He explained to do it once a month, usually during or after a warm shower and added that "...just like women need to examine their breasts every month, you should examine your testicles too."
With my underwear still down, he handed me a Xerox copy of a handout detailing everything he showed me. He had me demonstrate what he had shown me, and then he asked if I had any questions.
I was amazed at the level of detail in this exam, especially in the genital and hernia parts, and especially because I had never met that doctor before. After that I was always excited when it came time for a doctor's appointment.