Most memorable rectal temps as a kid

I was wondering if anyone else has one rectal temp that stands out more than others. For me it was the time my aunt took my temp while I was staying at her house. I'm not sure how old I was probably not yet in grade school. I wasn't feeling well and she told me she wanted to take my temperature. At first I thought it was going to only be under the arm but when she told me it was going to be in my rectum I became really embarrassed and tried to talk her out of it. She was a worrier and made a big deal about how I was sick and we needed the most accurate temperature. I know I had it done before at home but never by my aunt which made it very strange. She had me get completely naked and lay on the bed while she prepared the thermometer. I remember what felt like an eternity with her in the bathroom fidgeting around. Once she came in the room I pleaded to do it another way but she said we were going to "play doctor" and she was going to be the nurse. I remember the butterflies in my stomach as I saw her shaking down the thermometer and repeatedly holding it up to the light to make sure it was down far enough. Then she put a huge dollop of Vaseline on it and told me to "turn over". I felt the cold sensation of the thermometer as it entered my rectum and begged for it to come out. All I remember is being told to "hold still" because there was a major fear on her part that the thermometer would break. She held her hand over my bum the whole time. After 5 min it came out. Fever was 102. I remember like it was yesterday.

I do recall one time as a young boy i was 5 I think and my brother was 4 we got sick at the same time and when mom took us to the doctor the doctor's nurse put us side by side on the exam table and took our rectal temps at the same time. It's the only time I ever recall that happening. Unlike many here my bother and I really didn't have any problem with rectal temps at the doctor's.Though my brother did seem to fight rectal temps more as he got older, where I never did as I kind of liked them.

There was one time, I must've been about 3 years old. My mom used to babysit a few kids during the day. I remember her telling me that once everybody was gone for the day, that she was going to take my temperature. There was a pretty long argument that came from that, if I remember right. One of those "No no you're not going to take my temperature!!!" Followed up with a " Oh yes I am!!!" Sure enough, later on that evening, I was getting my temperature taken. I was on all fours on the floor in the living room, with a blanket draped over my back, and to this day, I can still feel moms hand on the thermometer, holding it in place. I have no idea what the temperature was, or how long it was in for or anything, but I do remember being on my hands and knees.

For me the most memorable was when I had my tonsils taken out at age 7. I had stayed overnight at the hospital as my surgery was scheduled for 6AM the next morning. The nurse came in early that morning, woke me up and then took my gown off leaving me completely naked. She then took my blood pressure before having me roll over on my stomach and took my temperature rectally. I remember how she patted my bottom, telling me that the surgery would be over quickly and not to worry.

I had butterflies in my stomach as my hospital admitting nurse repeatedly shaking down the thermometer and hold it up to the light to make sure it was down far enough. Then she put a huge dollop of Vaseline on it and told me to "turn over" on to my tummy. She then said it is more accurate this way. I felt the cold sensation of the thermometer as it entered my rectum. She again said it is more accurate this way. She held her hand over my bum the whole time. After 5 min it came out. Fever was 102. I remember like it was yesterday.

Mine was when I was 12 years old and spending the weekend at a friends house. We both came down with the flu and his mother told us to put our pajamas back on and get into bed. A little while later she came back with a thermometer and a jar of Vaseline. She announced guests first and told me to roll over . She quickly pulled my bottoms down to my ankles and inserted the thermometer. I was mortally embarrassed. My friend was snickering until his turn came. She announced we had a fever and brought us some Tylenol and rubbed our chests with mentholated grease.

My most memorable rectal temperatures taken during my youth were those taken myself when I learned about it. I remember going to the bathroom, laying across the toilet and placing the thermometer in my rectum. I even have memories of rotating the thermometer while it was in place and how good that felt. I still get a stir in my penis as I reflect on those good times.

I will always remember this particular rectal temperature taking time. We used a pediatrician who ALWAYS took (or had one of his nurses take) patient's temperature rectally. It was money in the bank -- if you had an appointment with this guy then you were going to have to lay on the exam table with, at the very least, your pants and undies down to your knees for the proscribed treatment. I can think back to when I was about 9 when he hired a new nurse. The other nurses were wonderful (I think all nursies are!) but they were older and very much like my Mom. She was different. Looking back, she was probably in her mid 20's and filled out the uniform far more.... interestingly... than the others. She was pretty and I had a kid's type of crush on her.

I remember the first time she took my temperature. I knew instantly what she was going to do because she came into the room as I first entered -- temp taking time! I was told to take my pants off and lay on my tummy on the table. She pulled my undies very low -- just about to the ankles. I remember feeling VERY naked laying on my tummy like that. I laid there exposed watching her as she got the temperature and shook it down. I saw her put some vaseline on the tip of the thermometer and turned her attention back to me.

Her hands were so warm as she placed them on my rear and spread. There is always that delicious/embarrassing moment of chill to your most private as your cheeks are spread. I next felt the cold lubricated tip touch me back there and gently slide in. I could hardly look at her but could not look away either. I remember staring at her stocking covered legs as she stood by looking over me. I was embarrassed and yet quite excited.

It seemed like forever before she touched my again to take the thermometer out. It was a very arousing situation and I still get a little thrill reliving it today.

When I was probably 4 or 5 I remember sitting at a clinic in the county hospital. I think they were debating about taking my tonsils out or it was a pre op or something along those lines. The door was open and there was a little girl across the hall with her mom. I remember the mom holding her across her lap and the little girl getting her temp taken in her bottom. I don't remember where mine was taken, at that age, I guess I didn't care. I also remember her being laid across her mom again and her getting a shot in her bottom. They were there for a long time and I remember her falling asleep like that. I don't know what they gave her, nor do I remember why I was there exactly. It was just another (endless) doctors appointment to me.

My most memorable rectal temp was when I was 10. My Father had just passed away and I was staying at my cousins house letting my Mom recoupe a bit. My cousin the next day comes down with the stomach virus and that same night I come down with it too, so my aunt sticks us both in the same bed so she can care for the two of us better. So because we are both nauseated and throwing up she takes our temps rectally my cousin has a problem with this because her Mom always takes it orally and gives my Aunt Rose a problem. I on the other hand have no problem with it because my Mom would always take it that way. So being me I kind of have calm down my cousin and tell her it won't hurt a bit, and to relax. So for the next few days this is what my Aunt does. My Aunt also gives us both enemas because of our fevers this was first time someone other than my Mom gave me an enema. But thats another story.......

My most memorable was when I was hospitalized at age 14. My appendix had to be removed, so I shared my hospital room with a 17 year old girl, who, by sheer coincidence, had hers removed on the same day by a different surgeon. A lot of times, we saw each other with our hospital gowns up, bare bottomed, for the nurses' thermometers. Because of our surgery, we were too sore to wear panties. What was even more embarassing was that it was my time of the month, so I had my tampon in place, whenever it was temperature time. To add to our shame, our rectal temps were taken right after visiting hours were over at 8PM. Sometimes, we could hear our parents chatting in the room with the nurses, while they cranked down our beds, pulled our privacy curtains, prepared and inserted our rectal thermometers. I will NEVER forget that hospital stay. i still turn red whenever i think about it- like now!!!

Mine was when I was caught by my stepdad when he surprised me coming home early once. I told him that my new dr did it that way and said it was better. He was skeptical but let me do it on sick days. If I wanted to stay home, I'd tell him I didn't feel good and head to my room with the baby thermometer (which I'd secretly purchased) and the Vaseline. He never bothered me, only peeking in once or twice during my teen years.

Once though, while I was doing it, my friend came over and he loudly said, "he's in his room David, but you might want to wait, I think he's taking his temperature again." David of course knew well, being a party to it at times.

I almost forgot about when I was 7 and had my tonsils out. The nurse came in and told my mother that she would have to take a rectal temperature. She had me lie on my stomach, opened the gown and inserted a probe with a plastic sheath, it wasn't very comfortable. She held the display over so they both could see. I guess I was too young to be embarrassed. I didn't usually get rectal temps from mom, only a few times at my aunts (which I secretly liked,) I was about 10 the last time that happened.

Other than that I loved playing dr when young and sort of continued it into my teens wih my best friend David. I would have him over and tell him my dr ordered it this way. Whether he believed me or not I don't know, but one of my fondest memories is lying nude, face down on my bed waiting for him to come in the room with an old glass thermometer and order me to "spread". He even let me take his temp on a few occasions. The sight of that instrument protruding from him was incredibly hot.

I also had my stepsister help me with a few temps when we were young. I had told her I had to do it that way. I would lie, pants down or off on the bathroom floor and ask her to please get me the thermometer. She usually wouldn't insert the thermometer, but had no problem bringing me a shaken down Vaseline dipped rod, handing it to me and watching the process.

I did get caught once while having a neighbor boy use a thermometer on me. He did it several times, then lay down for what I thought was going to be a great sight, only to refuse to let me. His mom came in and I lied and denied it.

I've always loved that incredibly wonderful vulnerable feeling I get while lying prone with someone taking my temp.

@OilRig , did you ever take your step sister's rectal temperature?

I remember laying across my grandma's lap with the drop seat of my pajamas open while she took my temperature. My cousin was laughing about seeing my butt. She wasn't laughing when grandma called her over and told her to open the back door of her pjs.

One of these days I'll have the guts to tell about my reaaaaly most memorable RT. ugh

When I was nine a neighbor girl walked me home from school. She too was nine and wanted to make sure I got home. I was not feeling well. Her mom was a very close friend of my mom and was a nurse. Mom had me lower my pants and underpants right in the kitchen and bend over. Right there in front of Kathy mom took my rectal temperature. I was so embarrassed knowing Kathy was watching.

I remember being 10 my Mom was taking my temp rectally on the couch in our living and my older Brother came home from school walking in the front door, boy was I embarrassed. He later teased me about it and I punched him in the nose and gave him a bloody nose, I was a real toughie at that age. 😁 😁 😁 😈

My mother switched me quite early to inserting the thermometer rectally myself so I don't recall anecdotes of getting my rectal temperature taken except for once.

I was maybe 9 and had tried to pretend I had a fever, I don't remember why, by heating the thermometer on the bedside lamp (I thought I was pretty clever, but from reading here and elsewhere this is quite a common trick). Mom came back early and I could not explain why I was sitting besides the lighted lamp with a thermometer showing 39 Celsius instead of being on the side thermometer up the rear. Mom said she would check, brought the Vaseline and took my temperature as she did to my younger brother, then spanked me.

Another memorable event: at about age 9, in hospital I thought temperatures were oral, as in cartoons, so I started moving the thermometer towards my mouth and the nurse said "uh, honey, here at the hospital we do not take it in the mouth" and stared at me. I immediately understood, rolled on my side and inserted it (under bedsheets) as she was watching. To this day I don't know what would have happened if I had said I did not understand or I had never done it.

That is a hard one, pun intended. For myself, a lot of my childhood rectal temperatures stand out. I found the whole process pleasurable from a very early age. It started with my mother coming into the room holding the big jar of Vaseline, which I always noticed first, to the feel of her shaken down the thermometer which would bounce the bed. The sound of the jar’s lid being removed forced me to concentrate on the moment of insertion coming right after Vaseline.

But if I had to choose one particular memory that has stood out it would be the time I was about three and all my siblings were in school leaving just my mom and myself at home. Earlier in the day my mom had felt my forehead and said it felt a little warm and that she would have to “Check me out” which was her code for take your rectal temperature. This of course got me anxiously awaiting the blessed time for being bare ass up in bed with a glass rod buried deep into my rectum. So I did what most three year olds do when they are waiting for something they really want, I waited an eternity, probably about 5 minutes before following my mom around the house kind of begging for the temperature check. This quickly got her frustrated and mad but she gave in and took my temperature. Midway through the usually silent registering time she looked me right in the eyes and said “I think you like this.” Talk about mind trip. Yep she was right on the money but as a three year old I had no reply and she said nothing more till it was time to remove the thermometer. Nothing more was said about it for years although I have never forgotten that temp taking.

My most memorable rectal Temp was when I was about 10 yrs old, I remember being sick and laying on the couch in the living room watching TV when Mom announced it was time to take my temp again. It was about 3 pm and I knew my Brother would be coming home from school soon, Mom told me that she had the front door locked and it was ok no one would see me. So I rolled over on my tummy to have my temp taken Mom had no sooner placed the thermometer in my rectum my older Brother came walking in the front Door. Boy was I embarrassed for him seeing me this way. Later that day he started to tease me about it and I punched right in the eye giving him a black eye. Mom asked me why did you punch your Brother then I told her he was teasing me about me having my temp taken in my Bum, so I punched him, from that point she took my side and told my Brother he would have extra chores to do for teasing me. At this age I was a real brat and could take care of myself even with Brother who was 7 yrs older than me. 😁 😃

Only one comes to mind and that was when I was in 7th grade and was at the doc's for the flu and the nurse told me to "lay on your tummy so I can take your temperature". My mother had been taking in my mouth since I was about 7-8 yo, so suddenly I felt very childish as a 12yo.

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It has been a while since I looked at this thread but since than I have thought of another rectal temp that stands out in my mind. This one was from many years ago, early 1970s and I was very young. It was the first time I was every hospitalized, with a kidney infection I believe, and had a high fever. Well I had many rectal temperatures taken that first night, it seemed like every hour or so a nurse would come in and tell me to roll over, get my pajama bottoms down and slip in a thermometer. Sometimes they would then go on to feel my pulse and take my bp but other times they would just wait for the temperature to register before taking it out and reading the result. The time I remember the most was one of the times they just took my temp. It stood out because first off two nurses came in and one watched as the other turned me over on my side, which was a bit unusual, and after pulling my pants down she got the thermometer ready, separated my bottom and slide in the lubricated thermometer. Then the two of them started to wait for the thermometer to register. At that moment a third nurse, probably the head nurse, walked in and started asking them a bunch of questions about me and especially how bad my fever was getting. It was very strange listening to the three of them talk at the foot of my bed while I was lying there on my side with a thermometer jutting out of my behind. Then the strangest thing happened, at least to my little boy mind, the head nurse who was standing more on the side of my bed that I was facing, thus my little thermometer speared bottom was facing away from her, reached over my body and swiftly pulled out the thermometer, held it up and read it. That moment of her reaching over me to remove the thermometer from my rectum has forever stayed with me even though I was only like two or three years old.

My most memorable rectal temperature happened when I was seven or eight. I was in hospital to have my polyps removed and when it was "temperature time", all the kids in the room usually had their temperatures taken rectally with a cold glass thermometer by the nurse while lying on their stomachs.

But one day my mom was present at "temperature time", and she insisted that instead of the nurse she would take mine while I was on my back in "diaper position" -- in front of the other kids. To make things worse, she explained to everyone in the room that this was the way I got it taken at home and that therefore this way would be more comfortable for me because I was used to that position.

I have rarely felt more humiliated. Today, in my mid thirties, the "diaper position" with a female nurse or doctor taking my rectal temperature in front of others is one of my favorite phantasies...

ChrisRT, poor boy!

As far as I can remember it was at about age ten. By that point, I was perfect capable of accepting an oral thermometer reading, but I will always remember the nurse asking me how I preferred it taken, and my mom speaking up that the more accurate approach was her preference. I was obviously embarrassed not only because I was not the one to decide, but also because at that moment I felt totally helpless. Without missing a beat, the nurse, which had been my nurse there for years, told me to lay on my tummy and she'd get the thermometer ready. She and my mother kept their conversation going as she washed off the thermometer, got the vaseline out of the drawer and came back over to the table where I was laying. Down came my briefs and on came my silence and nervousness. She was gentle with me as she slid the thermometer home and patted my lower back to calm me as the thermometer got its reading inside me.

@Kid so did you punch him in the nose and give him a bloody nose, or punch him in the eye and give him a black eye? You repeated the same story twice, but changed that part...

Mine would probably have to be when I was caught doing my own at about age 5. My mom warned me that if I was caught again, she would give me an enema. About age 10 or 11 I was caught again, this time doing it with a friend. I was sent to my room and waited till bedtime, but nothing happened.

The next lmorning I was sent over to the mom of the other boy I'd been caught with. I didn't know what was up. When I got there, I was called to Wes's bedroom where I observed his mom holding a thermometer in Wes's bottom while he was nude over her knee. My eyes widened when she told me that she and my mom had discussed it and decided that since I seemed to like this so much, Jan (Wes's mom) and my mom would be doing it daily for a while.

I was going to protest, but my mom came over and affirmed that, yes, they were going to do this. She also had her tan pouch which held her enema bag. which I'd never had, only bulbs.

They gave me and Wes 2 enemas each that day at least a quart or more. I had never had one like this and had a tough time. It took 3 tries before I was able to take and hold it. Wes whined around and cried a bit but took his silently. I learned later that he often got them from his mom, aunt or grandma.

This process was repeated for only about three days. It was very embarrassing with both women there, but the next two times it was just Jan and I liked the thermometer she gave me, the enemas were challenging and made me feel sick, but I got used to them. Over the next few years I received enemas from Jan on about 6 or 8 occaisions, usually with a rectal temp, though now she'd switched to having me lie on Wes's bed on my stomach with legs spread for the temp. I also got a few llsuppositories from her

I grew up in the 1960's, the oldest of 4 children. My mother was loving, but firm, when it came to our health. If you went to the doctor and needed a shot, you GOT one. It was the same way at home. If you needed a dose of medicine it was given, one way or another and I had seen my mother sit on top of my sister and hold her nose shut until she opened her mouth for the dose of medicine.

I was home sick from school and it was early evening. My father was in the kitchen having coffee and I was watching TV. My mother came in with the family thermometer and jar of Vaseline. "I want to take your temperature, Tommy- lay down on the couch for me. " She said Matter- of -factly" . I was not in the mood to have my temperature taken. "I don't want my temperature taken, I'm watching TV. " I said .

Mom was annoyed, but remained calm with me. "You can still watch T.V while the thermometer is in." she explained and I stupidly still refused to lay down on the couch.

Mom sighed and turned and left the room to go into the kitchen to talk to my father.

"What do you mean , He won't let you?" my father asked. They spoke for a while and then my dad came into the living room where I was sitting on the couch.

He took my arm and stood me up. Moments later, my pants and jockey shorts came down together. I was shocked.

My father then put me face down over our ottoman and held me down, bottoms up.

"Take his temperature- he's not going anywhere" Dad said.

I squealed and struggled to no avail.

This made my mother giggle and made me madder.

I heard the rectal thermometer being shaken down. Mom knelt down and I felt her fingers on my buttocks. I squirmed on my tummy. My buttocks were spread wide and the slick bulb went up my rectum easily. Mom released my buttocks and held it in place between her fingers for longer then usual. Then she finally withdrew the thermometer. I thought it was over, but she shook it down without reading it, spread my cheeks again and re-took the temperature while I lay over the ottoman for another five minutes.

I was stood up and had my pants and underpants replaced.

I sat on the sofa with a Vaseline slick bottom and never pulled any nonsense like that again.

Rectal temperature taken while in junior high at the doctor's office is by far the most memorable for me.