There is no way I'm going to tell my doctor, nurse, physician's assistant, or anyone that I have some kinks. Nope. Unless I tear myself an new asshole getting pegged, taking an enema, or cleaning my Glock, I'm not saying a word about my kinks.
It's bad enough I have this fucking diabetes, having another birthday, or just sucking in air to live. Unless there is an absolute reason I have to tell what happened, I'm keeping my mouth shut. Medical records get shipped off to the fucking insurance agencies and you might as well post it on Facebook.
It's like your social security number, they can ask you for it, but they cannot keep it unless it is for employment. Date of birth, sure, phone number, ok, cell phone, fuck them. The medical people can ask you these questions, you just don't have to tell them anything you don't want to tell them. If it is one of your fetishes to lay all of this out there, well, ok. WTF ever.
In my state, it is mandatory to report any suspected child abuse. I fully support that. BUT, it has to be investigated by competent people who don't have an agenda or little Debby Do-Gooders or Davy Dipsticks who couldn't pour piss out of a boot with the instructions written on the heel. Good luck finding them. Do not trust the system. Do not trust someone else to have your best interest at heart.
My advice, don't tell your doctor everything.
I will now get off the soap box. No. I will not tell the doctor how I got that splinter in my ass.