Everything that happened before the pediatrician came in the room?

Never had to undress to underpants like many others. After getting called in by the nurse, she would ask me to take off my shoes and stand on the scale for my height and weight, then measure my temperature (through the ear) and then she'd hand me a cup to go provide a urine sample. After I came out of the bathroom, she'd tell me what room to go into, ask me to remove my socks and sit up on the table then tell me "the doctor will be in shortly".

Then the doctor comes in and greets me. I recall when being a little younger, like less than age 10, she would ask me to take off my shirt right at the start. But when I hit middle school, she asked me to take off my shirt after the eye/hearing exam. Anyway, usually the first thing she'd was the vision/hearing test, then usually shirt gets removed and she goes from head to toe. Then she'd have me lie down and palpate my stomach. For the genital exam, she would usually undo my pants for me and then she'd say "ok lift your bum up for me" and then pull my pants and underwear all the way down to my ankles. She usually let me pull them back up myself after we were done and then I'd hop off the table and she'd do the orthopedic exam (crab walk, walk across the room, forward bend test). If I had shots that year, I would just sit back on the table without my shirt and either the nurse or doctor herself would administer the shot. It was different every year if I remember.

From grades 1--8, I went to two different pediatricians , first in Salem, then in Portland, then back to Salem OR. After my name was called, one of my parents (usually my mother) and I followed the nurse into the examination room, where I was instructed to take my shoes off to and step on the scale. After being weighed, measured, and having my temperature taken (not BP until around the 5th grade), the nurse would say "Strip down to your shorts, and sit on the table. The doctor will be right in." I stripped to my briefs, sat on the table, & waited until he knocked on the door.

Grades 9--12 were different: I would strip to either my jeans or briefs to be weighed, etc, then strip while I waited for the doctor.

Our name would be called and we would walk down the hall to the assigned exam room. There was a laminated sign on the wall requesting "Please remove shoes, socks, shirt, pants and undershirt" so that's what we got undressed down to our underpants. We would usually have to wait for the doctor and sometimes we would hear what was happening in an adjacent room. I remember hearing another patient pleading not to have to take off his pants. The doctor would eventually come in and begin the exam.

I switched to another pediatrician when I started the sixth grade. The summer prior to starting to school my mom scheduled a school physical. His office was in his house. The day of the appointment we arrived at his office and after a short a wait my name was called. There was a short hallway that led to an open exam room. The exam room was small with an exam table in the corner, a cabinet next to the table and sink. The nurse asked my mom make sure he is completely undressed and closed the door. I got undressed and sat on the table. After about a ten minute wait nude on the table my doctor appeared. He washed his hands and asked how I was doing. His exams were pretty thorough. He would examine my eyes, ears, nose and ask me to say ahh. Tap on my back and ask me to take deep breaths with mouth open. Listen to my heart sitting and lying down. Check abdomen, walk back and forth, test reflexes. Then check my testicles lying down and standing.

I was always afraid of going to the pediatrician because the visit usually involved getting shots or otherwise being poked and prodded. We'd sign in, and I'd wait nervously in the waiting room. It didn't help when I heard other kids crying from the patient rooms. When it was our turn, the nurse would lead us to the exam room and tell me to get undressed down to my underwear. She'd measure my height, weight, and take my temperature and blood pressure. I would try to ask if I would have to get a shot that day, and the answer was always "We'll see" or "Maybe". Then we'd wait for the doctor to come in and I would be scared.

I saw my family doctor until he retired when I was about 16. It was an office with a nurse and a clerical person, so a small practice, but the doctor had treated generations in town, and often the waiting room was full, or nearly full.

Usually, I'd be in the waiting room for what seemed like quite a while, but probably was only ten or fifteen minutes. Pretty much when they were ready for me, the nurse would bring me into the office where the clerical person worked, and they'd prick my finger to get a blood sample. In later years, the clerical person did this. They might take my temperature, too, but mostly that was done in the exam. Then, they'd lead me through the connecting door to the exam room, which was also the doctor's office.

As far as I remember, I'd be told to undress, and it could vary from year to year just how much they wanted me to take off. I remember being totally naked when youngest, then leaving my briefs, and maybe socks, on from when I was probably 7 or 8. However it was done, I always undressed there in front of everyone. There was a screen off to the side, but that seemed to be reserved for adult patients.

They'd ask me to step on the scale for weight and height, then I'd sit between the doctor's desk and the exam table while they checked my blood pressure and took temperature with thermometer under my tongue. If I needed any shots this was when that would happen, too. And, they'd look in my ears, then have me stand up and read the eye chart. After that I'd go to the exam table and the rest of the physical would continue.

Only real variance to this was when I was youngest we'd bring the urine sample with us from home, but when I was about 11 or so I'd be given the specimen container and be sent back out through the waiting room to the bathroom. I certainly hoped none of my classmates were there.

The only childhood exam that I remember having was when I was 10. My mom and I went into the pediatricians office and checked in. It was a rather large office with 5 different providers, 3 doctors and 2 nurse practitioners, you usually got a different person for each visit. We checked in and sat down and waited. After a few minutes, the nurse called my name and escorted us down the hallway to a small check in area. She first had me sit down and checked my blood pressure, pulse and temperature. She then had me stand and take off my shoes to check my height against a ruler with a slide for your head that was mounted on the wall then stand up on the scales to check my weight. She then told me to grab my shoes and follow her down the hallway to an exam room. Once in the room, I sat on the exam table that was against the wall opposite of the door while my mom sat in the chair against the wall to the right of the door. After she asked my mom some questions about my history she instructed me to “strip down to your underwear and Pat will be in soon.” I remember being very shy as a kid (I was slightly chubby) so I remember taking my socks off, then my shirt then my shorts and sitting on the exam table in just my white briefs with my shorts draped over my lap until the nurse practitioner came in the room to do my exam.

When my mother took me to the usual pediatrician I had for many years, we waited in the sitting room, when the doctor came off the examination room with the previous patient the nurse call my surname and we entered with the doctor. She very kindly said hello to us and we seated and talked for 5-10 minutes about the reason of the visit. Then, despite of the problem I had, the doctor asked me to prepare for the visit, and this meaned to remove everything (rarely I could keep on my briefs at the beginning). First, on the scale for height and weight measurement, then sitting on the bed, ENT exam and palpation of neck and axillary glands, back exam (percussion and careful auscultation while breathing with open mouth), anterior thoracic and heart auscultation. Then, lying on the bed, anterior thoracic percussion and long heart and lung auscultation. Then, removal of the briefs (if not already removed at the beginning of the exam), very thorough abdominal auscultation, percussion and in particular palpation, examination of legs and feet and finally careful penis and testicle exam. Finally, standing, again genital palpation and columna examination.

Only real variance to this was when I was youngest we'd bring the urine sample with us from home, but when I was about 11 or so I'd be given the specimen container and be sent back out through the waiting room to the bathroom. I certainly hoped none of my classmates were there.

Were you given the exam bottle to take to the bathroom in the exam room after you'd undressed? I'd imagine that could have been embarrassing for you having to parade through the waiting room only wearing your briefs in front of everyone and not knowing who to expect to be sitting there before you went through!

My exams growing up were always scheduled just at the end of August but before school. Usually I would be informed the night before and told to "shower for the doctor," and told to be ready first thing in the morning, as I would then go off to school after the doctor visit. Sometimes, this varied and I would be picked up at school by either parent; usually it was my mother.

I had three pediatricians growing up. One saw me til I was around 11 and then retired. He was nice; I don't really recall having much done aside from the dreaded shot at the end of an exam. While there was an embarrassing RT, it was done with my pants and briefs pulled down. I wasn't naked for an exam. The hernia exam was brief. He was good about letting me cover up fast.

We got another doc for just two years. He was really awful. No way he liked kids. He relied on the nurse to have me get fully undressed even to provide a urine sample. I had trouble doing that while she looked on and was always nervous at being naked for the process. Mom would stay in the room but against the wall as if that gave me privacy, which wasn't the case. This doc was sure to check me all over and would become impatient if I tried to cover up or delay.

The next Doc had me strip to briefs. He was nicer but now exams were more thorough and of course you're more aware of showing all and sensitive to the exam of genitals and butt. He took his time. Thankfully I went in alone and undressed at his direction. He would rely on a nurse when a shot was needed. That was unpleasant; it's hard to be confident when naked and sitting on the table.

I knew that I was going to the pediatrician the day prior to the appointment. My mother told me to make sure I was bathed and wore clean undies (tighty whities).

When the day arrived I was always very nervous because I knew what was going to happen. We would arrive. My mother would check me in. We would wait for about 15mins in the waiting room area. The nurse would open the door that lead to the exam rooms and she would call my name and my mother would follow behind me and the nurse would instruct my mother and I which exam room.

As the nurse would come into the room she would instruct me to undress just leaving my undies on. My mother would take my clothes and would be sitting on the chair which is next to the exam table. The room was small. The nurse would weigh me and take my height and then I would get onto the exam table and would have to turn and lay on my stomach as the nurse would lower my undies and take my temperature using the anal thermometer and take my blood pressure. After words I would turn over again and would sit up and the nurse would tell us that the doctor will be in soon.

About 5mins later the door would open and the doctor would be in the room. I had two types of exams, if I had a cold/sick he would examine me for my cold but always would examine my genitals. The other exam was every 90-days which I had a growth & development exam which started when I was 12yrs old.

For the exam when I was sick, he would look into my throat, ears, nose and eyes and then feel my throat have me lay down and he would palpate my lower tummy and work his way into my undies and examine my genitals which I would get an erection and most of the time I would ejaculate.

For the growth and development exam, the nurse did the same vitals but when the doctor arrived he was speaking more to my mother and asking her about my masturbation habits and how my "home inspections" were going. He would have my lay down on the exam table remove my undies and slowly examine my testicles and using the tanner stages, he would slowly palpate my shaft and I would always have an erection, a few times he would insert his finger into my anus and feel around and then go back and feel my shaft of my penis. He would end the genital exam by holding the base of my penis and rubbing my frenulum which I would ejaculate. As I got older, he would at times insert his finger into my anus and rub my frenulum and I would ejaculate as well.

All my exams were documented and discussed with my mother as she watched each exam over the years regardless if I was ill or for the growth and development exam.

when the doctor arrived he was speaking more to my mother and asking her about my masturbation habits.

I think I would have died with embarassment if I'd went to the doctors and the doctor started quizzing my mother as to how often I jacked off!

I think I would have died with embarassment if I'd went to the doctors and the doctor started quizzing my mother as to how often I jacked off!

It was very embarrassing, especially when it first happen and I started puberty...I don't think I really got comfortable with it over the years but it did get less embarrassing as time went on but still very nervous knowing that I had a doctors appointment since I knew what was going to happen and the procedure.

For the growth and development exam, the nurse did the same vitals but when the doctor arrived he was speaking more to my mother and asking her about my masturbation habits and how my "home inspections" were going.

How would your mother even know?

In the last fifteen or twenty years I have learned my mother is a whore in the bedroom, and probably thought the apple wasn't going to fall far from the tree, but she and I did not make a habit of discussing my masturbatory activities. If my pediatrician were to ask her, she wouldn't have been able to give any confirmed concrete information on the topic about me.

How would your mother even know?

In the last fifteen or twenty years I have learned my mother is a whore in the bedroom, and probably thought the apple wasn't going to fall far from the tree, but she and I did not make a habit of discussing my masturbatory activities. If my pediatrician were to ask her, she wouldn't have been able to give any confirmed concrete information on the topic about me.

My mother would check my undies for cum stains and my bed sheets for cum stains. I did jerk off privately when I took a shower. My mother didn't know when I jerked off, but when she did inspect my body and penis, I would get hard and ejaculate when she inspected me as well. That was the only time she knew I had an orgasm.

I had several different pediatricians due to parents divorce and having to move around. They all seemed to follow mostly the same script. From 5-8 I had the same guy and my mom was always in the room. Then from 9 on I had a few different female pediatricians because my step sister preferred a woman. My step mother stayed in the room for the exams up until I turned 15. Basically I had to go back to an exam room and the nurse would take my height weight and blood pressure then I was always instructed to strip down to underwear. Then I would sit anxiously on the table waiting until the doctor came in. Only one female doctors office offered me a gown but I didn’t put it on. Then the doctor would come in and do their head to toe and at the end my underwear would come off and I’d have a genital exam in front of my mother or step mother. The older I got the more embarrassing it became.

Growing up my exams were all done by the same male doctor. He was a nice guy and very good about being respectful but at the same time, very thorough.

It was always the same routine growing up, my mom or dad would come with me once I was called. I would get my height and weight done in a spare room as well as my blood pressure. Then I would walk down to the exam room without my shoes on and she would instruct me to strip down to my underwear and I would do so until the doctor came in. I would just sit there in my underwear as my parents talked to him then he would wash his hands and start the exam. Ear, eyes, mouth. Palpating the neck and chest. Listening to my back and chest. Then he would lie down my and do my belly, genitals, and legs/feet. Then he would have me do some exercise type stuff, pretty normal.

It wasn't until I started going in by myself around 12/13 that it changed. The nurse would call me in and go straight to the exam room. I would still in the chair next to the doctors desk and she would ask me some questions and then take my blood pressure and height. No weight. Then he would tell me to wait for dr cohen that he would be back in a few minutes. He came in, asked me a bunch of questions while I sat there with him. Then he asked to me to get undressed to my underwear while he turned his back to wash his hands. I got undress and sat on the exam table with the paper wrinkling.

He did the usually, eyes, ears, mouth, checking my back or front with his stethoscope. Place his hand on my chest asking me to lie down. He would continue moving his stethoscope around many places on my chest and stomach. Examine my arms and move them to exam my armpits. Then he would move to palpating me stomach and as he went into my underwear he would say, "I'm just gonna seeing what's going on down here" he would use one hand to lift and pull the front of my underwear down and use the other to examine my upper groin, pubes, penis, testicles. When I was first developing, he would ask some embarrassing questions but he would just smile and say "it's not big deal". But he would always end it with, "everything looks nice and healthy down there" as he patted my belly. Then he'd examine my feet and legs. He always would tickle me feet, not on purpose just how he held and examined them. As a got older, he would sit and I stand in front of him and he would do the hernia exam, always asking me to pull my underwear down for him as he grabbed a glove. He also would do some more testicle examining here too sometimes. He would also stand up and examine my butt spreading my cheeks slightly. He would do some basic balance tests, going from one end of the room to the others different ways. Then He then would end it with doing my weight. Sometime, if my blood pressure was high, he would re do it. But I couldn't get dressed yet so sometimes it wouldn't change at all.

He would ask me embarrassing questions through the years, but nothing to crazy.

My 16 year old exam was totally different. Same practice but different doctor due to my current one being on vacation and really needing an exam for camp. And that was more thorough and felt more embarrassing.

Kid89, thanks for that post and lots of detail in it... but you gotta tell us about the embarrassing questions he asked about your development, I am intrigued! Similarly about what extra went on at your summer camp physical at 16 to make it more embarrassing.

When I was reading your post thought it seemed strange about the nurse only taking your height but not your weight. It kind as of makes sense though them leaving it till later on if you were still fully dressed at the start as it makes it more accurate the less you have on. Certainly in my case they took both my height and my weight in my physicals while I was stripped down to my briefs or boxers.

We'd walk in, and I'd sit down on one of the hard plastic chairs while my mom signed me in. My face would be burning, heart racing. I always hated it. I tried to avoid eye contact with everyone. If my mom had decided to collect my urine sample at home that year, she would be holding it in a brown paper bag, and I hated that too. I knew everybody in the waiting room knew what it was and that it had come out of my little body. There didn't seem to be a rhyme or reason to when my mom decided to do the pee at home, but sometimes on the morning of my appointment she would wake me up and bring me straight to the potty, and hold an empty jar from baby food or jelly under me until I went.

The nurse would approach with a sterile plastic cup in hand, and ask either me or my mom if I could go potty for the doctor. If my mom had my cup of pee ready, she would hand it over then (so embarrassing!) but the alternative was even worse. Then the nurse would take me to the little single-occupant restroom and make me take my panties down and pee in the cup for her. The bathroom was directly off the waiting room (my pediatrician's building was not designed as a doctor's office originally, and the set up was a little odd). I knew everybody knew what we were doing in there. When I got old enough, she'd let me go in there and give the sample myself, but I'd still have to walk the filled cup over to the nurse's station when I was done, in front of everybody.

After that ordeal, she'd give me the eye and ear tests. This was the only part I didn't mind. It was painless and fully clothed 😉

Then she'd bring us to an exam room covered in animal posters and elmo stickers, and instruct my mom to undress me. When I was a kid, I was simply stripped down to my panties. As a preteen, I got to do some (not all) of the exam without my mom there, and I got to have a gown, but the tradeoff was I had to start taking my bra & panties off.

That was everything that happened before the doc came. She always took my vitals herself. Thinking about those physicals gives me chills, and although I'd hate to relive them, they're a lot of what fuels my interest in the topic now.

We saw either a GP or a pediatrician as children. I have never figured out what made us see one instead of the other. Both were busy practices and you frequently had to wait to be seen, but their procedures were almost identical. Once called in you were weighed, dressed but shoeless, and your temperature was taken - oral thermometer - by the nurse. I do not ever recall a blood pressure or urine sample being taken on a pediatric visit. Then you and your mother were shown into an exam room where you were told to undress down to your underwear - which would have been clean tighty-whiteys in my case. While you waited the nurse would ask your mother - not you of course - about your health, development, problems, illnesses, and habits.

Since my mother over-shared everything medical at every opportunity she filled in the nurse on every embarrassing episode that had occurred since my last doctor visit. After all, the nurse was a medical professional and nothing was private - was it? Since I had been diagnosed with 'spastic colon' about at age 11 that meant occasional - sometimes frequent - enemas. All of which my mother shared with the nurse - along with rashes, boils, infections, and once - lice. No HIPPA in the 1950's!

Once the doctor arrived it was generally a quick look over - heart, lungs, eyes, ears, throat, spine, flexibility, balance. I do not recall any hernia check until junior high when I got a sports physical. The only time I recall a rectal exam was when they were trying to figure out why I had frequent belly pain. It was not done again until I was in high school and caught worms.

Any shots - and they were frequent - were given by the nurse after the doctor was finished. They were always in the bum. Until I was in high school, my mother was always invited into the exam room. Does this still happen?

Very similar experience on my end, Eeek--especially with Mom collecting my urine sample (in a Coricidin bottle) at home, for some reason she thought it was LESS embarrassing to do that than to pee in the doctor's office which I of course wanted to do.

From what I recall it was pretty mundane for me... was given a gown, nurse or whoever left. Then they’d come back, havd me get on the scale, do height and weight, ask some basic questions. All in gown. Then it was back to waiting and waiting for the doc. Doctor was the one to really get to feeling and touching.

Interesting topic. Things have certainly changed regarding patient modesty. Gowns and drapes are now more routine today.