This is definitely a sweet spot for me. As a child I have memories of visits to the pediatrician that I have no doubt influenced my particular interest in nudity in medical settings to this day. I was the oldest of three children. My sister was a year younger than I and my brother three. I have vivid memories of enjoying the visits. I recall being directed to an exam room with my mom and siblings. One or more of us were instructed to remove our clothing. It was how routine and casual it was back then that strikes me to this day. I then vividly recall being escorted with my siblings out of the exam room and down the hallway in the nude, bare feet against the cold tile. I do not specifically recall my siblings during this walk of shame down the hall. Most likely I was leading the charge *chuckle.
The destination was the weighing scales. We each took turns stepping up on the scales to have our height and weight gathered. I also have a vague memory of then being directed to a restroom with a plastic cup for a urine sample. I do not recall the sense of nudity as I do with the process of being escorted in the nude to the weighing station. Might be a separate unrelated visit altogether. I do recall that we were then escorted back to the examination room. The thing that is arousing now to recall was that I recall passing occupied nursing stations along our walks down those halls.
I do not recall a sense of embarrassment or humiliation over being nude in the view of these medical staff members. Instead, I recall a sense of excitement, the acknowledgement of being naked and the forbidden sense of the whole process if that makes sense which leads me to conclude that even back then I appreciated the associated naughtiness of not only being allowed to and even expected to cooperate with their expectations to be paraded in the nude down the halls past the gaze of nearby medical staff members. Once back in the exam room, we remained in the nude until the conclusion of our each of our examinations when we were allowed to dress.
Aside from the early memories at that pediatrician, I do recall at some point our mom taking us to a different physician. The thing I remember about this doctor was that he was penicillin shot happy. I think I was closer to 10 when we started seeing this doctor. I do not recall him doing our annual checkups and do not recall being examined in the nude. The only memory I have is being in the exam room with my crying sister standing up on the exam table and being assisted with lowering her panties to leave her naked in preparation for a penicillin injection in her bum.
For whatever reason, I do have a memory of a visit back to the first doctor when I was twelve or thirteen for an annual checkup. I recall my mom being present in the exam room and I was instructed to undress to my underwear. Apparently, adolescents were allowed the privilege of keeping their underwear on and the funny thing is I recall being disappointed with this. It was also at this appointment that I recall being allowed to have my temperature taken orally as opposed to rectally. I do not recall having my temperature taken rectally at any doctor visits in early years. However, it was the norm in those days (70s) so I can only assume that I experienced it on multiple occasions.
Any ways, I was going through puberty at that time and was apparently more aware of my body. Consequently, I was concerned with a little piece of hard white skin on the bottom of my penis half way up the shaft. The pediatrician then instructed me to remove my underpants to show him. I do not recall if it was before or after the underpants came off but he asked if I would prefer my mom to leave the room. I really do not recall caring but felt the right answer for a boy my age was to ask choose for her to leave.
The next thing I recall was lying in the nude on my back on the exam table and enjoying the feeling of the doctor’s fingers on my penis as he rolled the area of concern between his thumb and fingers and visually examined it up close. The best part was when he paused for a second to grab headgear with a magnifying glass and proceeded to take his time to examine my penis closer. I then recall being embarrassed upon noting, to my horror, that I was semi-erect. The doctor did notice it too and reassured me that this was normal which simply left me more embarrassed because this simply acknowledged that he noticed. This was the only time I recall an unwelcomed erection in a medical setting.
Finally, I recall ending up at a hospital with my mom due to extreme stomach cramps when I was older - 16, maybe 17. I was instructed to undress completely and instructed to put a gown on. I was not ill with the flu or anything like that and later discovered after going through these episodes several times that it was a product of dehydration and consumption of deep fried or greasy foods. However, back then I lacked this knowledge so the situation was quite stressful to go through at the time. I did not have the runs but the extreme cramping left me nauseous and thus would often lead to vomiting which is significant with this particular visit only because it was reason behind what happened next.
A nurse suddenly entered the cube with a Welch Allyn style thermometer. Next thing I knew the nurse instructed me in a very matter of fact but apologetic tone to turn over. I remember a very mixed bag of emotions as I felt my gown raised while still in the process of turning over in compliance, exposing my bottom to her and my mom without any warning and, before I had any time to react, feeling the well lubed probe being inserted with expert precision deep into my rectum. The nurse tried to downplay the experience with a quick chuckle followed by “… just like when you were a kid.” I recall forcing a mild sour look on my face in an attempt to demonstrate that I was not enjoying the procedure, but secretly I was. Of course, those units obtain readings quickly so before I even began to revel in the moment, I heard a beep which was quickly followed with the withdrawal of the probe.