How and Why did your Medical Fetish start ?

I'm currently lying in a hospital bed, in a room of my own and i got thinking. I was thinking about my childhood and how and why my Medfet started.

I was born prematurely and was diagnosed with asthma at a very early age. From around the age of 4 I remember going to the Drs often with coughs, colds and a wheezy chest. So i was very often exposed and examined. It was always an older male Dr.

At 6/7 years old I caught Whooping Cough. It was 1982/83. This left me very sick and I was hospitalised for around 3 months. From memory and some of it is patchy ,I remember being on oxygen, coughing and vomiting a lot and having frequent temperature checks. I can only recall wearing a vest and pants. My chest was listened to very regularly throughout the day by various Drs, physiotherapists etc. Most of those Drs were male too.

At present I'm having chest physiotherapy again. This also triggered some memories. I remembered being in this vulnerable position as a child having to lie still, whilst some strange person tapped my chest and back. I also remember having to be held down whilst the nebulised drugs were given.

Today I'm back in a similar scenario, but not with Whooping Cough. I'm experiencing identical treatments, just delivered a bit quicker as medicine has advanced. It's stirred up a heck of a lot of memories for me.

Now I know in my head that it's definitely the point my Medfet started.

So how and why did your Medfet start ?

Oh and by the way, just incase anyone gets excited. I'm not sitting in bed in my pants and vest lol

Niknoks^^^ Credit to your resilience & an excellent start to a new topic identifying your journey...warts n all so to speak...Best wishes for a speedy recovery...G.

Hi Nik, My MedFet came from childhood chronic constipation, And other bowel issues. There were the frequent trips to the children's hospital to see my pediatrician to get examined and probed and our regular family Doctor, and the daily suppository to get my bowls moving which at the time I did not enjoy at all. I can remember when I got home from the hospital visits sometimes I would play the rest of the afternoon and mimic some of things that the doctor did.

A lot of my early treatments I don't remember much of, maybe it was to traumatic and so my mind blanked it out. I did get better and the issues I had went away, but the MedFet kink stayed and has only got stronger over the years.

All the best Nik

When I was 3 months I was diagnosed with primary complex . My childhood had always been more at hospital less at home. At the age of 3 I was diagnosed with severe Bronchitis. I remember going to the doctor for troubled breathing and wheezing. My Doctor Was around 35 Years Old when I was 4 Years . He was very Handsome and very gentle 😃 till the age of 14 I have been Going to Him. I remember Getting A full body check Up every 5 months. I was always sick. Then I grew up a little . 8 year old and I started having severe headaches Yes Migraine :| And also Sinus.

I wasnt exactly liking all the going to the doctor stuff and getting few shots and IV's And Syrups But At that Time What USed To excite me was ausculation. IT was My Fav PArt. Getting A shot at a tender age was not an excitment but Other Sick Children Getting Shot excited me to the core.

Then Once I saw My English Teacher In Grade 5 Getting a Shot In the Butt By school nurse. She Collapsed In the Class and was taken to the Wellness Centre In school. Later in recess she called me to the center (as i was monitor of the class )and asked me to inform other students that she is postponing the test .She was lying Side ways and then only school nurse injected her and she gave an "AAh" Damn! I didnt react at that time but that thing excited me in a diffrent way. So Since Grade 5 I Truely Found out that I get excited by injections and ausculations.

And Niks Wish you a speedy recovery 😃

Niks, I hope you make a rapid recovery and manage to avoid all the winter nasties 😈

I'm not completely sure when my fetish started. I know as a child I had lots of exams due to early development. When I was a bit older I decided I wanted to become a Doctor - but due to problems with Uni application that never happened. When at Uni, studying Biochemistry, Physiology & pharmacology, I was in halls with a lot of medical students. I was struggling with some of my anatomy classes and one of the medical students offered to help me. This ended up with me becoming his practice patient, and probably brought my interest back to consciousness. I'm fairly certain come of the "practice" exams we did on each other were more fetish driven that study actually required.

For me it already started at the primary school when I had to go for a physical examination. I started thinking about other guys lying naked in front of the doctor

If we are talking about when I understood what was going on, it was when I was about 17. My mother was terminally ill in a hospital and one of the nurses was kind enough to explain alot of the procedures to me. I had seen her walk into the room next door to give a big shot to a patient there and she talked to me about how she felt when she had to do that. She even let me auscultate her.

For the next four years I worked in two hospitals -- one in the summer and the University hospital where I went to school. I worked in the Operating Rooms, the Emergency Suite and was trained in various other tasks. Several of the docs spent time teaching me anatomy and techniques and I got some practical experience (including with some of my classmates). From then on I was hooked.

It is often the case that what one feared most in childhood becomes a fetish later in life.

Having grown up in the era of penicillin shots, my greatest fear when going to the doctor was the inevitable instruction to drop trousers, pull pants all the way down and bend over the receptionist's lap for the painful humiliation of her watching me get one in my vulnerable bare bottom. I also got booster shots the same way. Even in childhood, however, I fantasised about the ordeal when no injections were imminent but suspended such fantasies whenever ill lest I tempt fate. It wasn't the shots temselves that I feared as much as the embarrasment because I deemed getting them in the bottom to be childish so that rolling over in bed to get one on house calls was just as bad.

My adolescent girlfriend was once visiting when the doctor paid a house call. I welcomed her presence because I was afraid asking her to leave the room would herald a shot back there and she might know the reason. Even worse, I had to roll over for a shot with her still there and watching. Afterwards, however, she excited me with accounts of her own buttock injections and we soon began playing doctor together. Although we both remained afraid ot the real thing from our doctors, the most exciting part of those play sessions was getting as well as giving "shots" in the bare bottom, realistically simulated with sterile pins. I distinctly recall my mounting nervous excitement bending over with pants down as I listened to the kettle boil, knowing what would happen when the boiling stopped.

When there was a problem with the oral vaccine and we had to get polio shots, we were both afraid of where we would get them. She was a year older than I and got hers first - in the arm - but frightened me by saying that her cousin of exactly my age got his in the bottom. I was more frightened than ever lest getting mine back there make me appear childish compared to her. I decided to ask for mine in the arm, having nothing to lose because the worst the doctor could do was refuse. To my surprised relief, he agreed and gave me the first three polio shots in the arm over the course of a year. The final dose a couple of years later was given by his beautiful nurse, whose cublcle was merely screened-off from the waiting room. Owing to a misunderstanding, she insisted that I pull down my pants and bend over with everybody in the waiting room hearing where I would get it. Humiliated though I felt, I found myself mature enough to appreciate the sensuality of a pretty girl's treatment to my erogenous naked buttock. Fear had developed into fetish and I have ever since enjoyed getting buttock injections, especially from attractive nurses.

I'm sorry that you have to be laid up in a hospital bed. I hope you get well soon !

My medfet didn't start until i was 22 & began working for a company that had its own plant physician.

Until that time, when it was time during the physical with the family physician, i would be told to stand up & "drop (my) pants" . I never looked forward to that. For me, the only thing worse than that was having to get a shot.

But when i had to see the plant physician for an annual physical, he didn't have me stand up, After asking me to lie back to be mainly auscultated & palpated on my chest & abdomen, he would just go ahead & lift the waistband of my shorts & yank them down to expose my genitals before asking me to cough.

This went on annually for about 10 years or so until another doc replaced him. Then it was back to what i was normally used to (standing & dropping my own undies). But if i didn't already develop a medfet from this doc just going ahead & pulling down my undies on his own, the last 2 years he was there certainly started my medfet

That's when, after he checked for hernia, he started to just go ahead & feel my testicles for lumps. The first time, he slid his bare fingers around my scrotum, & it felt like he was caressing them. The second time, he briefly squeezed each testicle. He never wore gloves, but would go wash his hands afterwards.

Whenever standing, pulling my own undies down, having my testicles checked while standing, never a thrill. If i hadn't had the experiences with the one doc that i did, i probably may never have had medfet, unless i met up with a lady physician later in life or something.

There's something about the vulnerability of being in a lying down position while exposed, the doctor's manipulation of my undies without verbal forewarning, & having my scrotum & balls felt without forewarning (& knowing my genitalia is being looked at directly all the while).

The whooping cough that's bad I'm sorry that happened to you.

I was in a DD Ward as a kid and we wore a wrist cuff on our right hand.

And then I had some other medical experiences as a kid like I had an EEG where they wanted to have one during a seizure and I wouldn't lay down the table so they restrained me on the table.

Then I was blowing glass and blue big bubble it popped and I breathed all that glass dust I was on oxygen and prednisone and steroids was in the hospital with pneumonia 15 times in the first year .

Altogether I've been in the hospital over 50 times about 25 medical and 25 mental.

More than that now.

There was things like when I had pneumonia I got pissed off got up got dressed went down the hallway collapsed woke up back in bed got pissed off 6 hours later did it again woke up back in bed with a lap belt and ankle cuffs for 12 damn days

I just been in the hospital so many damn times.

I was out of diapers at age 2....I know that because I remember potty training...I also remember that I wanted to get back into diapers as soon as I was out....Only one time was I diapered for wetting my pants...I was maybe 3....My mom got fed up and put

I started when I was very young and my interests kind of just kept growing. When I was about 5yo there was a neighbor girl that I hung out with all the time. She was almost a year older. We would swim at her house a lot. She also had a tree house. At some point she wanted to start playing house. It was very innocent at first and I just went along with it. We would pretend that I came home from work she had made a plate of food for me. It was just plastic carrots and burgers. She must have seen her mom do that for her dad. But then she added a foot massage one day followed by a leg massage. One time I was wearing long pants, so I had to take them off. After that it didn't matter if I was wearing pants or shorts, she told me to take them off anyway. One of the large branches of the tree went through the tree house, so I layed long ways across it. That made my legs fall to the sides which is how she got the idea to give me a butt massage. We had been swimming that day and she said I had to take my underwear off too and she grabbed the wasteband and started to pull them down. I stopped her for a second but she said that it would make it feel better. I guess that was enough for me because I let her take them off of me. I was careful not to expose my penis to her. She really got into it and gave me a great butt massage. At one point she was brushing my anus and I guess I puckered a lot. She just giggled and kept doing it. It felt really good to me too. I also loved it when she giggled. I was young, but I definitely liked her. After a while we were done. Usually we both took turns massaging, but not this time for some reason. When I was trying to put my underwear back on she saw my penis and asked if she could touch it. I said no that day but she studied it without touching. She said it was less hairy than her brothers. I never found out how she knew that. I didn't even realize I would ever have hair there at that time so I didn't understand. I remember saying that since she saw my penis she had to show me hers next time. She laughed so hard and then I remembered about girls. I was so embarrassed.

We had a lot of other experiences where I did similar things with her later. I even took her anal temperature a few times. My favorite was our massage sessions. We ended up doing them with both of us nude in the treehouse many times. Those were fun times.

I grew up in a time when rectal temperatures and suppositories were commonly used, so my anus was quite used to slight penetration for a medical motive. However I was very surprised when our GP, on an emergency home call, inserted her finger fully and deep without warming she would do it (she had told me to say it immediately if it hurt, and had instructed me to bear down like pooping, but she had not explained what it was that could hurt). That was an important event in my fetish.

The other important feature was that our doctor had told mom to “keep an eye” on my foreskin, about which my mother was worried since a cousin of mine had to get circumcised because of tightness. I had seen the result (we had compared wee wees) and knew mom had asked to see it as well and liked the clean look. So for a few years I thought mom would have me cut as well.

I developed an extreme rectal temperature fetish, during my early 20’s, when I was staying with a girlfriend, who took it that way, when I came down with the flu. At first, I was hesitant, because I thought that it would hurt. Almost 50 years later, it’s still an intense pleasure.

It started very early when I was a young boy. I was wetting my bed four times in a row and our governess forced me back into diapers. She always had her plastic apron on and I hated but later loved it very much. That was the beginning of my rubber and plastic and diaper fetish

My child good friend Stephanie she lived I think 2 houses up from me . Now I can’t remember everything that sparked it but one day that I remember in particular was she was over my house one time my sister was baby sitting us but we were outside . And she Had just got a new play doctor set and wanted to play with it . So she did me but didn’t do much she more wanted it used on her . So we went around the house under the porch I got all the stuff out of the bag and did everything expect her temperature she knew that would be last . So I said okay steph it times to check your temperature. She looked at me and ask we’re at I pointed to her butt. She then proceeded to turn around and did a squat pulled her pants down and I insert the toy thermometer in her butt and she jumped at first but after that we did it so many times I still talk to to this day but I never told her she was one who started this for me I will one day tho

Yes, it definitely was a nurse who started it. It wasn’t my mom. I never experienced “those feelings” when she inserted a tube or thermometer in my behind. I was likely too young then anyway. I was a late bloomer at 22 when unexpectedly it happened.

I’ve talked about this experience with Angie, a home health nurse, many times here. She cared for me at home for over two months when I had undergone extensive surgeries after an accident, always professional, highly skilled RN, even at age 23. It was that one necessary cleansing enema that unexpectedly made such an impression.

It had me thinking about this question and how often nurses contribute to sparking a lifelong connection between our brain and a good enema. In the “old days“ I imagine it was pretty common. Today, maybe not that much; however, I wouldn't be surprised, noting the number of enema enthusiasts there seem to be, according to the internet.

Even my naturopath has mentioned that once her patients "get the hang of it," the enema is not such a psychological barrier to overcome when she's treating for digestive issues from her “toolbox.”

With me was when I saw my mother doing, curiosity arose and after the 1st I took taste

Not sure but as I think back, my Mom, an RN, would come In the bathroom when I was trying to poop and decide I needed an enema to help me.

Despite my complaints that I didn’t need or want one, she was busy at the basin mixing up a sink of Ivory soap suds in a basin full of warm water.

Then the small bulb was filled with the mixture and Mom would make lift my little butt off the toilet, insert the little tube and squeezed the bulb.

There was no pain but I was scared of anything medical, which I associated with pain of one kind or other, and my Mom had a horrible bedside manner.

Thus I was crying loudly begging her to stop. Eventually she did and I sat back down and finished my business.

I did not understand that it was the soapy water that allowed me to go. I only remember leaving the bathroom traumatized.

The first time I remember going to visit a neighbor child, I was about 3 years old. Mom dressed me in my winter coat and hat and let me walk next door and knock.

The lady came to the door and let me in. She was babysitting her nephew who was younger than me and still wearing cotton training pants.

She told us to sit on the kitchen floor and she poured out a box of small toys for us to play with.

So we happily sat together playing and she sat watching us.

In a while she got up, walked a couple of steps into the bathroom. Not paying any attention, we continued our play until she reappeared in the kitchen, scooped up my playmate and headed back to the bathroom as she pulled is pants off.

I followed and saw her sit in a straight kitchen chair in front of the basin, which was full of soapy water with an infant enema bulb floating in it.

It was just like the one my Mom used on me. She turned my playmate upside down in her lap pinning his legs against his chest and started giving him several bulbs of soapy water in his butthole.

He hollered, “Oh, Oh,“ every time she inserted the bulb. After a few bulbs full, she sat him on his potty and told him to sit still and grunt.

Obediently, he sat still and she said, “Auntie needs one too.”

With that she stripped down naked, not paying any attention to me. It was the first time I had ever seen a grown woman nude.

She reached in the bathroom’s closet and retrieved a big red bag with a long hose and a long black nozzle. I learned later that it was a douche nozzle.

She produced a cup too and started filling the bag. She filled it completely full with soap suds running down the side.

Next she opened a jar of Vaseline and greased the nozzle. Then she laid on the bath mat on her back with her butt toward me.

Then she raised her legs back to her chest and worked the nozzle into her butthole. I know my eyes had to be as large as saucers. I remember she had a full bush of black hair between her legs all the way around her anus.

When the tube disappeared in her rear, so opened a clamp on the long hose and started deep breathing.

I couldn’t have been standing more than four feet away. I’d say I had a ring side seat.

As the enema was flowing, she reached a hand into her black hair. That’s when I spoke for the first time asking, “What are you doing?”

She looked at me and said, “this helps the enema feel better.” Years later I realized she was simply masturbating.

She continued until the red bag went flat. Then she stopped, reached up and closed the clamp, laid back and relaxed without removing the big nozzle.

It was about that time my playmate asked if he could go play. She told him she needed to wipe him.

With that she reached between her legs and pulled out the nozzle to sit up laying the nozzle in the basin of soapy water. She stood still holding her enema, got some toilet paper and wiped my playmate’s butt.

She told him he was a good boy, put his training pants back on and told us to go play while she used the bathroom.

We went back to our pile of toys and auntie sat on the commode without closing the door. She began expelling her enema and we were out of her sight but within easy earshot.

That was my introduction to adult enemas. It marked me for life and medfet has been a kink ever since.

I wondered for years why she chose to give and take an enema during a play date and why she took her enema in front of children.

Only thing that makes sense to me is she thought we were too young to remember. I can’t remember much as a three-year-old but I remember that as if it was yesterday.

Strangely enough, I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t interested in being examine. I have a vague memory from when I was five and drawing a picture of the nurse at my pediatrician taking my temperature rectally.

Not sure why I have a medical fetish but I suppose how I came to have it, was down to numerous doctor visits as a child for respiratory related illnesses where I’d usually have my chest exposed and told to breathe as deep as I could while a stethoscope was moved across my back and chest. Not only this but I was usually joined by my sister as well as my mother I occasionally watched my sister having the same exams. I think that and being admitted to hospital as a kid and seeing other kids being examined gave me this fetish. As an adult if I go to the doctors now, just seeing a stethoscope conjures up all kinds of thoughts and memories .

I have always had a fascination with anything medical. I remember as a child, the library had fiction books about different medical scenarios for children. They were supposed to help alleviate a child's worries about different medical situations. There was one where I little boy broke his ankle and another where a child had to go to the dentist and one about a tonsillectomy. There were quite a few. They weren't in a series per se; just in the same small section of books. I always enjoyed reading those. I also really enjoyed the Berenstain Bear books where they went to the doctor and dentist.

My fascination/fetish has just always been there I guess and has evolved through the years.

No medical interest as a kid, until I hit puberty and had a physical exam around 11 maybe 12 years old.

It made me so hyper aware of my body, made me so so anxious and embarrassed and suddenly curious as to why I had all these mixed powerful unexpected feelings. Why had no one ever explained that this would ever happen to me? I thought. Why did I have both positive feelings along with shameful feelings? There was no one to ask, my parents were very conservative and mostly uncommunicative.

I like zity because I can finally read how others had similar experiences. And that my conflicted feelings aren’t so abnormal.

It made me so hyper aware of my body, made me so so anxious and embarrassed and suddenly curious as to why I had all these mixed powerful unexpected feelings. Why had no one ever explained that this would ever happen to me? I thought. Why did I have both positive feelings along with shameful feelings? There was no one to ask, my parents were very conservative and mostly uncommunicative.

I like zity because I can finally read how others had similar experiences. And that my conflicted feelings aren’t so abnormal.

@GraceT: I can feel and empathize so well with how you must have felt back then, as I felt very, very much like you. I thought so long that I was the only one who had such feelings and that I wasn´t normal…

For me, it was that I happened to have some pretty detailed and embarrassing physical examinations in my tweens and teens, including having Tanner staging done. I guess it all hit me at a formative time (and I was also fairly young when I began to have sexual experiences) and it just affected me in that way.

I reckon mine came about due to my exposure to anesthesia, starting within days of birth. I have spina bifida, a birth defect. It has required me to, in my childhood, have at least 16 (my mother seems to remember 20) inpatient surgeries, all under general anesthetic. Back in the early days, they were still administering it with the “black beauty mask”. At some point in maybe the late 80's, it switched to a less bulky clear mask. My last surgery was in 1992, at 16.

Masks have always been my predominate fetish, both in medfet and overall. I never, however, fetishized wearing masks. Just seeing pretty girls in them. My earliest exposure to the latter would be receiving a little kids' book on the surgical experience, and what to expect. There was a pic in it of a young girl my age laying down on the operating table, with an anesthesiologist holding a big, bulky black mask on the girl's face, covering her mouth and nose. I remember two big black tubes emanating from it to the rest of the machine.

Some years on, closer to my adolescence, this apparent mask fetish pivoted toward surgical masks, and then all safety masks in a “half-mask” style. That is, just covering the nose and mouth. I wish I could remember the exact moment or scenario that led me to protective masks, because now, at 47, that is the kind of mask I find most sexually triggering. Surgical masks, some of the cloth masks made for COVID lately, and half- and quarter-mask cartridge respirators. And I prefer that they are not decorated by the wearer (that tends to be sloppy), though some masks sold as “fashion masks” for COVID and other medical uses are OK.