Has anyone ever fought against exam or injection as child?

I tried to hide in the play area once before a surgery as a young child. Not sure what my endgame was, I'm pretty sure I ended up surrendering after a short stand off.

I don't have clear memories, but when I was diagnosed diabetic at age 4.5, my mother had to give me my daily injections. These were not the style they are now - we're talking the old glass syringes with thick needles you had to clear the bore of with wire!

Apparently I hated them so much - probably a combination of the injection itself and the pain from residual surgical spirit you could never fully remove from the equipment - that I would try to kick her across the room when she tried to inject me. I'm not sure how she managed as my father wasn't around to assist. Mum seems to remember that when I was first diagnosed, my grandparents stayed with us for a while as she got used to having to do the injections and all the carb counting (weighing the food back then); so they probably helped her hold me.

I din't remember ever fighting or resisting an exam procedure or an injection.... However, when I was 5 years old, I was in the hospital of a tonsillectomy. In those days the anesthesia employed was an ether drip. When the mask was placed over my nose and mouth and the drip began, I have a very vivid memory of the ether smell and of taking off the mask and throwing it, saying I don't like this. I was then restrained until they could put me under.

I was in the hospital for tonsillectomy. Probably 7 years old. The morning of the procedure, a nurse came in and told me to roll over. She said she had medicine that had to go in my bottom ( never said suppository ) and it feel like a thermometer. Suppository went in, along with her finger. I thought that was a lot bigger than a thermometer and it hurt, she lost my trust at that point. I looked over and she had syringe in her hand, I knew where the intended target was. I rolled back over and started asking what it was for, just tell me ! Nothing she said would have satisfied my stalling technique. She gave up and left, looks like I won. Nope, she came back with 2 other nurses. I tried my ‘whats It for ?” Stalling technique, when one of the nurses says ‘enough’ and grabs a hand and i’m rolled on my stomach. Lots of hands holding me. I remember trying to get up and continuing ask “ I just want to know what it’s for” about that time underwear down, alcohol pad and needle jab in my butt. Rails of the bed put up and told not to get out of bed. Ha! Got out of bed after they left, went into the bathroom and pooped out what was left of the suppository. Showed Them. I was a little shit back in those days.

My one younger brother used to fight about undressing for physicals. Even just taking his shirt off pissed him off. And this was back in the late 70s to mid 80s when undressing was more expected at physicals, at least for boys.

I have been told I required 5 nurses once when I was a youngster. Not a fan of the medical profession back then, but I have managed to get over it.

When I was very young I resisted even getting out of the car and had to be dragged into the office. Once inside, I had to be held down for the genital exam because I did not want a man looking at me down there. As I got older I stopped resisting but I always dreaded when my underwear would be pulled down and my labia spread under the prying eyes of the doctor.

I think I was 15 and it was a regular checkup, but with a new doctor. My mom came into the examining room with me and the doctor had me take off my shirt, shoes and socks. Ok, no problem. When he got to the abdomen exam, he undid my belt and unsnapped my jeans. I was beginning to get a little nervous at this point, especially with my mother looking on. After that he told me to stand up and pull my jeans and underwear off. I said no, he asked why. I pointed to my mother and said, not with her here. She looked hurt, but I was not going to get naked in front of my mother at that age. He did ask her to leave, and she did. And I did take off the rest of my clothes. He did a full exam, peeling back my foreskin, doing the cough test, and feeling the boys. He also had me turn around and bend over, but he didn't do a rectal. He just looked.

Wow...another great subject to discuss!

Yes, it would sometime take the nurse and my mother to get me out of the car, just to sit in the waiting room.

I can still see the image of that room and the wafting alcohol smell that permeated it...this was in the 50’s and the doctor’s office was a converted house, or so it seems in my mind.

Anyway, once on the exam table it was pure anxiety unto the words were spoken “ok, I need you lull down your pants and roll over.”

It was always a shot of penicillin, it seems.

As though EVERY illness I had required a shot of penicillin...ugh!

And it took at least two nursed and my mother to hold me down.

Those moments go into the psyche and lead to fabulous med fet emotions in later years.

Good times?

I have been told I required 5 nurses once when I was a youngster. Not a fan of the medical profession back then, but I have managed to get over it.

5 Nurses. Wow. Just think how much fun you could have now with 5 nurses!

Yes when I was younger I don't recall the age though I hated going to the doctors I don't even know why my doctor was a nice woman

I never refused to do what the doctors said, even if I'd gone not expecting to strip down. Normally if I was ill I would just have to take my shirt off, but occasionally they asked to do a more general exam and asked me to remove all my clothes except my underwear and I just did as they said and stripped down to my briefs.

Despite the fact my parents holding me during injections till my 13, even 14, I fought not to get injection just once as 13 years old and arguing with doctor not to prescribe me injections as 15.

I fought when I went to E.R. because I badly cut my head. Anti tetanus Injection i had received was not bad at all, but when doctor said I need penicillin injection too I refused. My father and mother hold me and bent over father's laps to get injection.

When I was 15 I arguing with doctor when he told me I need penicillin treatment because of strong cold. I insisted it is just a cold and he insisted it could be worse easily because of my medical history. He won, my butt lost.

As a kid I hated shots - so i'd assume I threw a fit and cried... ever since I was in school or older no.

Never fought against them, but the one thing that does irritate me is when a nurse or practitioner asks me to drop my pants for an injection. I always tell them no, put it in my arm. It was the norm in my schooling and in the military and I'm not breaking that convention. If it was good for them, for all inoculations then it can be as good for them here

I did a few times as a kid. Got held down by mom and nurses sometimes 2 nurses they always won. Usually got my butt spanked at home for acting out too.

Christ no, if I had embarrassed my parents at the dr I would have been in massive trouble.

Growing up I do not think parents questioned the dr back then.

I fought against an injection at one of my exams. They always came at the end of the exam and I knew it was coming. I never liked them but always dealt with them except that one time.

I did hear another patient in the exam room next to mine fight against her exam. She was crying that she did not want to have to take off her clothes. I was lying on the table in only my underpants at the time and was probably thinking suck it up kid we all have to do it 😉

Not as a child but as late teen I did

Very effective and I won

I didn't exactly fight against an exam, but I objected to my mother being there. I was 14 or 15, not sure exactly. I was in for a physical, and my doctor had me take off my shirt. No problem. After checking out my breathing and heart and having me lie down so he could feel around my abdomen, he asked me to stand. Mom was watching, and he asked me to drop my jeans and underwear. I blurted out "no!" and he asked why. "Not while she's here," I clearly remember saying. She gave me this hurt look, but the doctor I guess agreed and asked her to leave the exam room. I waited until she left and shut the door behind her. Then I undid my jeans and pulled them and my shorts down for him. He felt around my penis, did the hernia thing and felt my balls. We were done, I got dressed and she went back in to talk to him.

As I have gained years and perspective, I fully appreciate the role of anticipation versus the sheer distress and feeling afraid that often accompanied those childhood exams. As I entered and progressed through teen years, there was a growing appreciation that my body was developing and like my peers, the exam would necessarily require seeing all parts of me such that I would experience physical and emotional sensations. Yes I hated having to receive a shot but no longer threw tantrums. Somehow being seen fully disrobed over took the anxiety of receiving a shot to a large degree though not fully. I think it remains true now.

My body is to be displayed and probed. How thorough will depend on the doctor and it is my responsibility to follow directions and accept what takes place. Surely the retelling helps!

Be well especially now with the virus.

At age 6 I cut my left index finger badly on a metal toy truck. At the hospital it took 5 nurses to hold me down while they sewed up my finger as I hollered--screamed--cried and wriggled/squirmed like beached fish.My Dad told me years later that I yelled out cuss words that even suprised him.

Absolutely TERRIFIED of needles of every kind as a child. I was really bad. Then at 9 or 10, I challenged myself to just let it happen. I discovered it still hurts but hurts less if I am calm.

My pediatrician set up my physical exams so that I would not get a chance to fight against it. Towards the middle of the appointment, he would ask my mother to leave the room, and he would then close and lock the door to the exam room. This was when he would perform the components of the appointment that he knew I would object to such as injections, genital exams, and rectal exams. He would tell me to strip down to my undies, and when I objected, he would just say that the physical exam would not be complete and I would not be allowed to leave the room until it was, so I was basically forced to comply. He would then put my clothes into a plastic box. He would do all the injections while i was in my undies, and then ask me to hop up onto the exam table and lie on my back, then lift my hips up slightly. As I did this, he would slide my undies down past my knees, then he would lift my feet up to remove them completely and add them to the plastic box before taking the box to the storage room attached to the exam room, and leaving it there. He would tell me that I was not allowed to have them until the physical exam was complete. He would then perform long, embarrassing, uncomfortable genital and rectal exams, before dressing me again.