Robot / Drone
Never had an examination of a personal part so I guess its a bridge to cross at some point
It concerned me a lot, being so exposed, before I actually crossed the bridge myself a couple or so years ago. I just wasn't sure whether I would prefer male or female, but in the end the decision solved itself. When I was young, I was very coy about nakedness, though much less so now. I wonder about completely naked in front of my partner, without a second thought, she is less easy being naked.
A few years ago they decided my PSA (I think) was high, so I had to go initially for a US scan on my prostate. The radiographer doing the scan was a lone middle aged female, I wasn't asked if it was OK - I didn't quite know what would be needed, or to expect. When it came to it I was stripped down to underwear, on the table, she pulled my underwear down and simply got on with it, covering the area with the gel, wiping the gel off after - all very matter of fact.
They were not convinced by the scan, so next came the digital exam by a specialist a few weeks later. I had a long questionnaire to fill in, all negative for symptoms, before the actual examination. That was done by a male Spanish specialist, told to drop 'em and climb on a bed tight up against a wall, knees tight to my chest - my first time and I had expected all the negative answers would avoid the need for it, but no such luck. He pushed with tremendous force, but seemed satisfied that I didn't have an issue. Rather it was just normal prostate enlargement and increase in PSA level, as you age.
Next in the 'intimate list', 18 months ago, came a kidney stent inserted the through the artery in my groin. I wasn't at all sure what to expect, so I'd had my partner remove all the fur in the area in preparation, the night before - I didn't fancy having a stranger do it. I was told to put a gown on ready, nobody suggested I removed my underwear, so I kept 'em on. Once in theatre, I was asked to climb on a special bed, gown off. The heated bed surrounded me, to keep me quite still during the op. There were four or five female doctors and nurses in the team and one foreign male assistant. The male indicated that they would have to come off and eased them down = there I was, fully exposed to everyone. One of the females blathered the entire groin area with antiseptic, I wasn't allowed to and was told to just keep very still throughout, not to even raise my head to look once they started. I think a small towel was put 'there' for some modesty and then the local anaesthetic in my right groin, so I had not much idea what was happening down there. The stent insertion thingummy felt like one of those curtain springs being pushed into me, inch by inch, the progress of which inside me, they were watching on a screen.
Part way through, my BP dived, I began to sweat and feel very sick, so the had to pause the op. for a while and inject whatever they needed to inject to get my BP back. They all just stood around chatting between themselves, until I was fit enough for them to continue.
Now, male or female I would just let them get on with it - they have all seen it many times before.
