I was a bed wetter until I was 12. Mom, Dad and even my sister who was 23 months older than me diapered me.
What does that have to do with the doctor? At five for some reason I decided that having Mom and my sister in the room was not cool and I raised a real stink about it.
Finally my father stepped in and told Mom he would take care of it.
Two weeks later my father informed me we were going to his doctor. I found out later this was the family GP.
We were shown in to the exam room together and had blood pressure and all the preliminaries done by the nurse. First she did Dad and then me.
Finally she told us to strip to our undershorts and the Dr. would be right in. I was surprised when Dad started to undress but I went along with it.
The Dr. came in and shook my fathers hand and then mine. And that set the tone. He was an older man and Dad must have talked to him ahead of time.
He would first check dad and then me and that included the hernia exam.
After we were done and back in the car my Dad turned to me and informed me that was how a MAN went to the Dr. At five he knew how to push all my buttons.
The yearly exams together continued until I was 17 and Dad was taken by a heart attack.