Has anyone ever fought against exam or injection as child?

When I was really young (I'm gonna say 3 or 4 years old) I had constipation problems, and I have a very vague memory from that far back of seeing my pediatrician at the time (who was an old white dude) and he wanted to check my bottom. The rest is pretty much a blur, but I do remember resisting pretty hard, thrashing around quite a bit and couple nurses having to come in and hold me down. The only reason I remember this being a check of my bottom was because the next thing I remember was my mom explaining to me on the car ride back why "the doctor had to put his finger in my butt." I can't imagine how bad she felt about the whole ordeal.

When I was a young teen (14) I had my appendix out. I was under 18 so I was in the children's ward of the hospital. At that time they did rectal temps in the that ward. Once I was feeling better enough to stand up for myself I refused. That didn't go over too well. The nurse brought another inwith her and told me I could cooperate or they would hold me down and do it that way. I knew she wasn't kidding and backed down. (Looking back on this I actually get turned on by it but at the time it was pretty traumatic).

I can't even imagine something like that happening now.

I have a friend who was tricked into going or basically forced by her mother at a young age. Her mother was afraid she would get pregnant.

So, what did her mother think a doctor could do to keep her daughter from getting pregnant? Wave a magic speculum? ... ha ha

Seriously though, mommy didn't think this through it seems.

Not for a simple medical exam, but 3 times I resisted treatment. In OR when they tried to gas me for general anesthesia I fight the mask. Twice at the dentist when I refused an extraction. All times between 7 and 9 yo I think

Yes. Once I had five nurses on me. Soured my relationship with doctors for many years.

They had this idea that since I could die they could do whatever they wanted. Of course as far as I can remember they didn't try stopping to explain exactly what they wanted to do and why. Couldn't be bothered I guess.

As a young child during the late 1950s / early 1960s I had it constantly drummed into me that Doctors were 'very important' people who commanded / deserved total respect. I was always expected to be on my very best behaviour when being examined by doctors (which I was quite frequently ) and to always do as I was told. So, I was very compliant. Yes...I sometimes got nervous / embarrassed etc...but I never refused to carry out any instructions / directions etc. Except once (which I have detailed in a separate thread....but it is relevant here).

It was my first year at Grammar School in 1963. I was 11 years old. It is difficult to describe just how horribly oppressive / repressive the whole school regime was. Staffed by very fierce, nasty masters and a terrifying headteacher. CP was used freely. Forget the romanticised fiction of some movies....it hurt...a lot. On my very first day I was beaten up (part of the usual - but fairly brutal - initiation / "hazing" ceremonies) by several older boys. I tried to fight back and also yelled / swore at them. I was hauled inside by one of the aforementioned strict teachers. I recall trying not to cry, as I had a slight nose bleed and a split lip.

Culture shock in more ways than one. Far from being sympathetic he tore into me verbally, telling me that the state of my school uniform was a disgrace (because I had just been 'roughed up'). Moreover, he informed me that the 'Queen's English' was spoken at the school (I had let rip in my guttural, working class dialect) and not 'The filthy guttersnipe slang of the coal-mining communities'. Oh, I understood what he meant. He simply told me that if he ever heard me speak like that again, then he would cane me. He then simply told me to 'get out of his sight' and to 'smarten myself up'.

The thing is (& I cannot believe how naive and stupid I was). The HM had impressed upon all of the new boys - the importance of obeying every single school rule. One important rule, very important (so as not to encourage slovenliness) was that ONLY the HM could give boys permission to remove their school blazers. Someone in my class had disobeyed that rule as part of a dare and received '6 of the best ' as aresult.

Not long after this - it was the day of my first GS medical. Common sense went out of the window and fear / terror took over. Once inside the examination room, the school nurse, as per usual, told me to undress. I made a start...but, after 2 or 3 minutes I had only taken off my socks and shoes. I just stood there dithering, when she returned from taking some forms to the doctor. She was clearly very annoyed and irritated the that I was not stripped off.

She curtly ordered me to take off the rest of my clothes, quickly. I did not exactly refuse, but told her that I couldn't. She was very angry and went to get the doctor. What a dilemma...for me. The school nurse and the doctor had instructed me to undress. But..,....my school blazer!!! If I took it off witnout the HMs permission....I would be horribly caned!!! Oh my days. I was trembling slightly and even tnought I might cry. Luckily, the doctor seemed to understand. I think that he was actually quite amused, but he could tell that my fear was palpable and genuine - so he did not laugh at me. He did smile to himself though. Of course, he convinced me that it was fine for me to take off my school blazer (& the rest of my clothes) without getting into trouble. Months later I felt so stupid...but, for those few minutes, my naivety and fear were very real indeed.

I wasn't a child (though my wife used to say she thought otherwise) but when I was 22 I resisted a (rigid) bronchoscopy so much that the doctor desisted trying to intubate me or whatever the correct word is. The same happened years later when I was 31. In spite of getting something like Valium ahead of time and some kind of atropine compound (to reduce saliva secretion but which increases heart-rate) I put up such a fuss and (involuntary) resisting that both times the doctors stopped trying, seeing it would not work.

I was bitten by a dog at age six and, in the emergency room, I kicked the doctor in the head when he was getting ready to give me stitches. Not my proudest moment by a long shot.

Sadly, I had really bad experiences with shots as a child, but who hasn't. I'm 20. This was my tetanus shot for 7th grade. I have to admit lol I escaped the nurses that cornered me. I ran out of the clinic even into an alley, but in the end I went back. I was held down and the nurse who gave me the shot was so gentle and I remember her gentle gaze. I also remember that shots look worst than they are. It didn't hurt like that bad maybe a 1 or 2. It was the appearance that freaked me out. Later at 14 or 15 we scheduled a one on one where the nurse took her time and from then on I don't run away.

Most of us were frightened of injections in childhood, Caresabouthealth. In my case I feared the embarrassment of getting them in the bottom more than the pain. Where did you get the shots you mention?

It happened different times. During my primary school years the doctor required for me almost monthly pediatric examinations in an attempt to avoid genital surgery for a tight foreskin. He was a figure of some weight in the local Medicine School and his decisions were always undisputed and obeyed . His assistant was a busty nurse in her 50s quite rude in her manners. I always dreaded the examinations. I often refused even to undress. When this happened she let me sit on the table and said I was the only one uncooperative kid she known. She firmly kept me confined against the table by her own body and said she would remain there and did not let me escape until I removed all cloths and let the examination start. At that point I let her take off my clothes.

I remember that during one of the first examinations she grabbed my briefs and I instinctively reacted bending my legs and starting to kick and scream against her.

She lost her temper and said she did not have time for my tantrum so she blocked my wrists against the table and rapidly slide my briefs down to my ankles and remove them. I was completely naked but I could still force my leg close and scream a lot.

At last she passed my wrists under each knee and pulled them back to keep my legs spread... It was dreadful, I could not have a move and the penis and -also the anus- were completely exposed.

She said I was a naughty kid and this would not be necessary if I collaborated.

I started crying and she said -What are you crying for? The doctor have not yet touched you!- She know my phimosis issue … and what the doctor was ready to do.

I believe I thought of doctors as enemies for a while! I also know that I literally fought against the anaesthetic when I was being put to sleep to have my tonsils out (at age 4). It happened like this. I was going to be a good little boy and co-operate with the doctors, and was even interested in what being put to sleep would be like. But the first surprise was when, having positioned myself on the operating table as instructed, someone suddenly put a blindfold on my eyes. (I now realise that this was to protect my eyes against ether fumes. Of course, no-one in the operating theatre bothered to tell this to a young boy ...) Then soon I was being told to breathe in and out. For a moment or two all was fine, but suddenly I was choking. It was terrifying. I tried to sit up and wanted to explain that something was wrong, and please could we start again? (As I say, I was a good little boy who wanted to co-operate.) But they pushed me down and held me. Very frightened now, I kicked out wildly - and made contact with someone! I heard an exclamation. I think an extra pair of hands was used to restrain me. I was crying out myself now, or just crying. But within a few more seconds the young patient was asleep. The surgery could proceed ...

(My medfet has fed on that scene ever since.)

- Ken

Quite similar to my experience Kenneth, just at my time it was not ether with open drip, but a black beauty rubber mask connected by hoses to an anestesia machine, alothane probably but I am not sure about the gas, it took some time to put me to sleep, so there was the chanche for a good fight with the nurses restraining and holding me down and the anesthetist trying to hold the mask firmly in position while I was shaking my head wildly, as usual at the gas in the end won and I became a good boy still and asleep

Let'sen just say when it came to shots. I was a runner and a hider, but I met a really nice nurse at 13 who helped me get over that fear. It was a special appointment. It really comes down to patience and empathy. That's what kind of PA I would want to be. Very understanding.

When I was a young child, the minute I knew the doctor was on the way to our house, I his under the bed. I could have been there for an hour or more until I was dragged out. Kind of embarrassing now but I guess I simply grew out of it

I have never fought an exam as a child. Now this does not mean that I got excited to go to the doctors or anything because I don’t know any kids or teens that would get excited for that. I would pretty much just do what the doctor said. I think that deep down, I knew that even if I fought against what the doc was going to do while examining me, it would still wind up happening in the end so there really was no point fighting it. Also, I don’t think my mom would have been very happy with my if I fought the doc during the exam.

I tried to resist an exam one time. My mom whipped my butt in front of the doctor when I was about 12. I no longer objected and was extremely embarrassed. Nothing worse that having a red ass and a finger in your ass.

I was 9 and at the hospital to have my tonsils out and the nurse said I had to have an enema before surgery. I asked what it was then said no. She asked my dad and step mother to leave the room. She then came back with 2 other nurses and said we need to give you the enema. I said no again and one grabbed me by the shoulders and flipped me onto my stomach then held my head down as the other two got my legs and pulled my underwear off. Then they spread my legs and gave me the enema.

The next time I resisted I was I was around 12 and didn’t want to strip to my briefs for the nurse in front of my step mother. My step mother said don’t make a scene but I had no intention of stripping. I wound up with the female doctor, 2 female nurses, and my step mother all telling me to get undressed or else so I finally gave in. When we got home I had my pants and underwear pulled down again and received the belt from my step mother for “embarrassing her” with my disobedience.

I don't remember ever physically fighting against the doctor, but I would cry every time I found out I was going. I would also try in vain to keep my clothes on, but I would give in after a few minutes of mere protesting.

The biggest battle I gave was against opening my mouth. I wouldn't open my mouth for the doctor or for any kind of medicine. I would usually have to be bribed or my mouth forced open. Even today, I never say aaahh when asked.

The biggest battle I gave was against opening my mouth. I wouldn't open my mouth for the doctor or for any kind of medicine. I would usually have to be bribed or my mouth forced open. Even today, I never say aaahh when asked.

I think I know how you must feel, angelkisses, as that's always been one of my extreme dislikes - except that it turned into my biggest fetish, my odontophilia, which I now wouldn't part with even if you paid me! I'm wondering if you, too, have fetishised your aversion to opening your mouth, at all?

Btw, for fellow mouth-lovers, I have just started yet another Album: 'Mouths and related stuff' - 5.

- Ken

As a child, it was getting shots that terrified me. I remember one appointment when I was like 5 or 6 and needed some shots. I was hiding behind the chair, screaming when the nurse would try to come near me, and running around the room when she would get closer. I don't remember exactly how that ended, but I definitely got my shots and probably got a spanking as well.

I was taught as a boy to always do as adults say, and not answer back and of course Doctors would just do what they decided to boys whom had no say, which i do think is right and propper, but when i was 5 i did try to resist being given antibiotics, the doctor said i was being difficult and restrained me and forced me to take it,

when i got a copy of my notes recently what was disconcerting to read was that i was given amoxicillin several times, and each time had adverse reactions, even after allergic to ammoxicillin was written across the top of my notes

I'm pretty sure I was always the "problem child" at my pediatrician's office. I also was taught to respect adults and authority, but when I had an appointment that went right out the window. I HATED going to the doctor (still do!) and was extremely uncooperative. I never tried to physically fight a doctor or nurse if I was sick, but I would definitely cry if anything happened that I wasn't expecting. Now, well visits and shots were a different story. If I wasn't sick, I didn't see the point of being there so I would be very uncooperative and there were a lot of tears, just because I never knew what would be examined since I didn't have one area that was bothering me. I vividly remember being held down by my mother and a couple nurses just to get some shots when I was around 5 or 6. I grew out of the fear of needles, but to this day I get really uncomfortable if anything unexpected happens in a real exam.

When I was in grade 2, it took 2 adults to drag me down the school hall to get my vaccinations. I went kicking and screaming all the way.

Yes, absolutely. In my teenage time I often had discussions with my mom before she took me to all that exams and appointments by doctors (paediatrician, dermatologist, urologist, childrens hospital and gastroenterologist) I had in that age. But it never had a sense to fight against the exams, my mom had always arguments against which I had no chance.

I don’t remember fighting exams as kid, but I do remember getting down on the floor and hiding behind the exam table. I probably fought shots and I did cry well I do my teen years though.

Hi,

This is a true story that happened one night when I came for the weekend to my girlfriend’s apartment in Bayonne New Jersey (yuck). I’ll try my best to use the same words that were said when it happened.

One night I was at my girlfriends place in Bayonne New Jersey and her 13 year old daughter, Tiffany (above), complained of a bad earache. Tiffany was a cute California blond-type kid (she’s from LA), and she and I got along great and teased each other with sarcasm 24 hours a day….lol.

She would typically take a long running jump and leap on me and start kissing me on the lips when she saw me. She found it funny. She was a typical tomboy type and could easily dish it right back to me.

So her mom asked her if she wanted to go to the emergency room and she said “yes.” She gave us that real serious look of being ill. I was angry because it ruined our whole evening and I was hoping to make it with my girlfriend! Grrrrrrr

So anyway, we headed off to the emergency room at midnight and went through what they call “triage,” and waited for the doctor. In triage they took her temperature, pulse, blood pressure, and filled out forms. The picture below is of Tiffany sitting up on the hospital bed.

After triage, she was given a bed to lay down on in one of the examination areas (pic below). I tried to keep a somewhat serious attitude but I really didn’t think she was THAT sick. I think she just wanted attention. About an HOUR later (geez), an Indian doctor comes in to examine her. The mood is okay as the doctor looks in her ears and reads the notes taken in triage. She finishes reading and says that Tiffany has a bad inner ear infection so she was going to give her a prescription for antibiotics.

Nutty me, thinking I’d be funny, looked at Tiffany and sarcastically said, "Why don't you just give her a shot and be done with it?" Tiffany gave me a murderous look!…LOLOL

To my total surprise, the doctor stopped and looked at her mom and said "We could do that if you'd like. It would work a lot faster?" Her mom thought for a moment and said, "That actually sounds like a good idea. At least I won't have to worry about whether she takes pills or not." The doctor said "Fine, I’ll have the nurse come in and give it to her," and she left.

Oh my God!

Tiffany started going nuts and said "Mom! I don't want a shot. I hate needles!" “Please mom, you know I hate needles.” “Let me just take the pills!” There was a total look of panic on her face. She was turning all red and I could see tears beginning to run.

Her mom said "Listen, it's getting late. Just take the shot and let’s get out of here." Tiffany continued to go crazy and said "Mommy, I don't want a shot, please! Let me just take the pills!" Her mom said, "I'm not going to chase you every day to take pills. Just take the shot okay!"

Tiffany saw me smiling and said, "It's all your fault. Why did you have to say anything!"

I said, "I was only goofing. I didn't know she was really going to do it."

Tears were streaming down her face and she just kept repeating “Why can’t I take the pills, mommy. I don’t want a shot!”

At that point, a nurse walks in smiling, carrying a tray. She says to Tiffany, "Okay sweetheart, I’m going to give you some medicine and then you can be on your way. I need you to loosen your pants and roll on your stomach for me, okay?"

If looks could kill!

Tiffany went into shock and screamed, "I have to get it in my butt? Mommy no, not in my butt, please mommy, I don't want it in my butt!" Now she’s REALLY crying and tears are flying everywhere. Her mom responded, "Listen, it'll be okay, I'll be right here with you. Do what the nurse says okay."

Tiffany was crying harder now and was pleading with her mom not to get the shot. Her mom walked over, trying to console her and began loosening her pants and rolling her over. Tiffany was crying repeatedly, "I don't want a shot mommy, please!"

As the nurse was filling the syringe she said, "Sweetheart, I'll do this as fast as possible so we can get you out of here and you can go home, okay?"

I couldn't believe I was actually watching this! It was the last thing I expected and I have to admit, seeing Tiffany on her stomach about to get a needle jabbed in her butt was something I never dreamed of. Here is Tiffany, usually a sarcastic smart-mouthed girl reduced to a crying wimpy kid…..Damn!

I looked at the size of the needle as the nurse was filling it and I was amazed at how long it was! I remember thinking, I'm glad it’s not going in my butt!!! It seemed like a VERY long needle for Tiffany’s tiny butt….lol. I asked the nurse what kind of medicine it was and she said it’s called Recephin. At that time I didn’t know what that was. NOW I DO!

The nurse finished filling the syringe and recapped the needle and laid it on a tray. She brought the tray over and began lowering Tiffany’s pants even more! I was in awe... I have to admit…Her underwear was still covering her, but she was basically naked down to her legs. Tiffany was crying hysterically saying, "I don't want a shot, mommy, please! Let me take the pills!!!” I knew her cries were falling on deaf ears. At this point, Tiffany was definitely getting this giant needle jabbed in her butt……..

I never dreamed I would ever be present at anything like this, especially with Tiffany! What happened next was wayyyyy beyond anything I ever dreamed of.

The nurse looked at me and said, "Can you help us here. Hold her legs so she doesn't move." NOW I was in awe! Here I was, holding her legs, about to see Tiffany’s tiny butt get jabbed by a huge needle. I had a birds-eye view! I was thinkin’, wow, there IS a God…lol I could see her butt tense and un-tense as she begged not to get the shot. I grabbed both of her legs and could feel the power she had as she tried to resist. No way was I letting go. I HAD to see her get jabbed with this huge needle! LOLOL

So I’m holding her legs and her mom is holding her arms and the nurse pulls her underwear down exposing her butt completely! OH WHAT A SIGHT! This may sound mean but, I couldn’t wait to see her get this shot! Here’s smart ass Tiffany totally helpless with her butt about to get jabbed by the biggest needle I had ever seen! LOL

Tiffany is screaming at the top of her lungs begging not to get the shot. If I only could have filmed this!!!!!!!

So the nurse starts rubbing her with alcohol and her whole body was shaking like crazy. She uncapped the needle and held it up in the air. It had to be at least an inch and a half long! I got scared even looking at it!!!!

She put her hand on Tiffany’s butt and stretched an area of skin. Tiffany tried to get her legs free but I kept a strong hold on them. She was strong as hell but there was NO WAY I was blowing this. As far as I was concerned, she WAS getting this shot! lolol

The nurse then held the needle like a dart and said to Tiffany, "Okay honey, now I want to you stay real still and take a deep breath for me okay?" Tiffany was not about to take a deep breath OR hold still. She was crying so loud I doubt she even heard the nurse….LOL

The nurse aimed the needle and with a quick motion, jabbed it real hard into her butt. DAMN!!!! It hurt me just watching it!!!! It went half way in and the nurse pushed it in further till the entire needle was in her. I thought, “Oh my God!” lolol

The moment it was in, Tiffany’s head jerked up and she let out the biggest scream I ever heard. Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!! I held her legs even tighter now because I could I feel her struggling. Then the nurse said "Okay now, this is going to sting. Hold real still, okay sweetheart?"

I watched as she slowly pushed the plunger injecting the medicine. Tiffany was shrieking like she was dying, yelling, "Ow Ow stop! It hurts!!! STOP… IT HURTS!!!" Take it out!!! The nurse said, "I know honey, just hold still. You’re doing fine." Tiffany was screaming and begging, "STOP! IT HURTS!!! TAKE IT OUT!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!! Stop it!!!" The nurse continued pushing the plunger and said, “Honey you’re almost done…..”

When all the medicine was gone, she quickly yanked the needle out. Tiffany let out another big scream and was covered with tears. Ahhhhhhhh!!! The nurse said "Okay honey, you’re all done. You can get up when you feel ready. You’re all finished, okay sweetheart. It’s all over….."

Tiffany just laid there crying as her mom comforted her. I could tell she was not about to move for awhile. She said, "Mommy, it hurts. It burns mommy." The nurse said, "It may hurt for awhile but it will go away after you move around a bit."

Tiffany laid there for about 20 minutes and then her mom helped her off the table and pulled up her pants. Her face was beet red from crying. She looked at me and said, "It's all your fault! Why did you have to open your mouth?"

I looked at her and said, "oops," and she tried to hit me…LOL.

The moment she walked toward me she cringed in pain. LOL She and her mom then walked out and I followed behind them. In the car, on the way home, Tiffany kept hitting me and I kept laughing. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be there when someone like Tiffany was getting a shot, let alone, in her butt.

When we got home, she went to her room and didn’t to talk to anyone.

For the rest of the time I dated her mother, Tiffany whacked me whenever I brought up the shot. If she was being a pain in the neck, I’d say things like, “I think we need to take you for another shot..” lolol It became a run on joke I would tease her with whenever she was a smart ass to me…LOL

I never thought that I would be watching someone like her get a needle in her butt. I must admit, it was a turn-on. I did feel bad for her but my excitement in seeing her get jabbed with such a large needle easily overpowered this…..LOL

All I can say is, if you ever have the chance to see something like this, go for it. You won’t regret it. That is, of course, you don’t have to get one too….lol

I included 3 pics so you can imagine what happened even better. If anyone else has any similar things like this that happened to them, I'd love to hear about it.

The follow-up to Tiffany’s life after I split with her mom was that she got pregnant when she was around 16. Sad. I learned that from a friend of mine who kept in touch with her. But, after 4 months she had a miscarriage so. I suppose she got lucky….Go figure….

They don't give shots to teenagers with an earache. They give an antibiotic pill/prescription and it starts to clear up within 12 hours or less.

Maybe you should have just took it and quit trying to fight it. It would be healthier and less stressful. Just being polite.

I remember having to be held down for a shot by a few nurses when I was pretty young... and now I'm a nursing student. Go figure! I've always been one to hold off on going to the doctor for pretty much everything, which about a year ago could have been the difference between getting cancer or not. Since getting pregnant I have seen a doctor more now than I have my entire life. There are some things that I can see myself refusing pertaining to my pregnancy. Like the horror story of my mother telling me her doctor had to reach up elbow deep into her to turn me around because I was facing the wrong way. That would definitely be something I would flat out refuse! At that point take the thing out of me via incision! Haha.