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Date Posted: Monday, May 06, 2013, 10:14: pm
I often had a similar experience. I dreaded the thermometer entering my anus, so I would clench my buttocks when I knew it was coming. My mother would give me such a hard slap on my bottom that I'd be wailing in an instant. Then, humiliated and embarrassed to the max, she separated my butt cheeks and in it went. I'd cry the whole time, and she'd tell me that, as long as I cried, she'd leave the thermometer inside me. If I said I didn't want it, or got scared and said I was thirsty or hungry, she'd say, "Then shut up or you'll lay there until you starve!" Needless to say, I tried to stop crying right away. She never left it in longer than 5 minutes, but it seemed like forever. Then I'd have to wait with my pants and panties down until she read it and was satisfied with the reading. If she thought the reading was faulty, she took it again, right then and there. I hated being sick because I always had my RT done many times a day.
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