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Mathew
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Date Posted: Sunday, May 06, 2012, 01:05: pm
My first vivid memory of getting my temperature taken rectally was at a checkup at my doctor's office in the summer of 1976. As usual my mom took me back into the exam room and the nurse told her that she needed to take my temperature.I had told my mom earlier that day that I didn't want them to take it in my butt anymore and she had agreed that I could get it taken in my mouth.My mom told the nurse and she just smiled and pulled my mom aside to speak with her briefly.When my mom came back she told me to pull down my pants and lay down on my tummy.I felt betrayed that my mom had lied to me and I openly protested that,"I thought I didn't have to do this anymore".She replied,"You have no choice". So I reluctantly did what I was told and waited for the inevitable indignity.I remember very clearly watching as the nurse approached shaking down the thermometer and I was completely mesmerized by her.It has become an icon of feminine power in my mind.She then proceeded to spread my cheeks really wide,it felt like she was letting me know who was the boss,then she shove it in very deeply.I remember that the thermometer was very cold and it tickled!I told my mom that it doesn't feel bad and began giggling loudly,saying that,"It tickles and that it feels good!"My mom just sat and watched me smiling and I could hear the other women in the front office laughing.I never complained about having to get my temperature taken rectally ever again.Looking back on it,I feel that woman was justified in her insisting to take my temperature that way and I am grateful for the pleasure that she opened me up to.
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