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Rectal Temperature

Reading people's stories, I guess it used to be much more common to take kid's temperatures rectally than it is now. I only vaguely remember from when I would have been really really little- it wasn't something that happened after I was four, maybe five years old (I think my mom probably switched me over at the same time my little brother would have been old enough for oral thermometers, so when he was three and I was five). Anyway, even though it wasn't something I experienced, I remember being FASCINATED with it when I was growing up. It was always a feature when we played house, we would pretend to take each other's temperatures in the butt. I don't know how this worked its way into childhood rituals- I doubt any of the other kids in the neighborhood were having it done that way at home (this is mid to late '80s), either, yet we all knew about it and I guess were all fascinated about it to some degree.

So anyway, I would always feel this weird rush whenever a character on tv or in a book would have to have their temperature taken rectally. It just seemed so fascinating to me. I would fantasize about myself in that position, hopelessly protesting before being turned over, exposed and then laying there helpless as it pokes out of my butt.

Much, much later on, I would notice rectal thermometers for sale at drug stores- always in the aisle with the baby care stuff. Looking at the rack of glass tubes that would eventually find their way up unsuspecting buttholes, my interest was peaked, but I was still living in a college dorm at the time, so didn't even entertain the idea of buying it (who wants to be the weirdo roommate who takes her temperature up her butt???) Eventually, though, I moved out of the dorms and into an apartment of my own.

It would be a lie to say the first thing I did upon living on my own was rush out to buy a rectal thermometer. There were other freedoms that came with living on my own for the first time ever that I explored- ************ without having to muffle my sounds, not having to negotiate around roommates when having sex partners over, long showers, watching tv in my underwear- these were all the top of the list of things I could enjoy by not living with someone else.

But it was still back there buried somewhere in the back of my head and eventually I ended up walking down a drug store aisle with items made for child care, and there with the pacifiers and diaper rash lotion was the red capped thermometer waiting for its eventually home up someone's hiney. I quickly reached out and grabbed one and dropped it into my basket, perhaps saving some toddler the trauma of having her/his bottom poked. I went to the check out, hoping the cashier didn't notice that nothing else I was buying in any way said "young mother".

In the nine or ten years since then, I haven't even owned an oral thermometer. I lost the original one (I assume when moving, but also wonder if maybe someone stole it) and since I don't know how long the shelf life on thermometers is, I've replaced a couple more since then (does mercury go flat? does the glass eventually wear down where there is a risk of it breaking?). There's one in my medicine cabinet now, silently waiting until the next time I feel a little sick. I don't exactly have it in there prominently- but it is in there so I guess if someone rooted around for a minute (and knew that cap color difference between oral and rectal) they'd see it. As I write this I guess I should be concerned that some guest is in my bathroom feeling a little sickish, finds my thermometer and takes their temperature orally with it, but then again, anyone who helps themselves to stuff in my bathroom cabinet probably deserves.

So yes, I don't know what it is about taking my temperature rectally, but I still love it. In my adult life I certainly have had more "substantial" items up my butt, and it lacks all the intense sensations of things larger or moving around or whatever, but I still love it. There's something about the preparation ritual, about laying there for a few minutes immobile while it's in their gauging my body temperature that isn't like anything else. It's like for those couple of minutes the whole world goes silent and still. It's very relaxing I guess.

Thank you for reading this :)
shysheila shysheila 31-35, F 7 Responses Jan 25, 2012

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i like the same thing and do it

Great related experience. As a kid, I wasn't too fond of the the rectal thermometer, particularly when in a hospital setting for pediatrics or pre-adolescent patients, where privacy was not the biggest concern of hurried, busy nurses, and the possibility that one might be seen with said thermometer sticking out of their bottoms with their underpants or panties down behind their knees, as they were getting their temperature taken.
My teen years, it never happened. But somewhere in me, there was a desire for this procedure, that stayed dormant, and when it came to the forefront, it did so with a powerful force.
I remember, I was in my early twenties, and somewhat with a certain trepidation of asking a young nurse if when she took my temperature; would she do it rectally? She said yes, as nonchalantly as ever, and a moment or two later the ritual started.
I was told to remove my pants and shirt, don the gown I was given and get on my stomach on the examining table. As I laid there in just my white cotton briefs I watched this young nurse prepare the thermometer. It was a glass mercury type with a red triangular top and a bulb that is referred to as "pear shaped". She Held it up, looked at it, started shaking it down vigorously with a "snapping" sound as she did it. She re-read it, then laid it down, got a lubricant, squeezed it on a piece of tissue and laid the business end of the thermometer in it. Next she walked over to me, slid her hands beneath the waistband of my white cotton briefs, and quickly lowered them to about mid thigh, then told me to spreassd my legs a bit. I did.
Suddenly I felt her fingers parting my buttocks, holding them apart, while with her other hand, she slowly but deftly inserted the thermometer into my rectum! The psychological experience didn't raise my temperature, but my heart was beating faster, I know that much!
In many years I had that experience repeated, and have never had an issue with asking for it to be taken that way. Yes there were staff who would not do it, but the majority of the times I asked for it, I had a rectal reading taken. I remember there were a few occasions where, even before asking, I was told that my temperature was to be obtained rectally. I was also told that if I opted not to, then I could. I never opted not too. Sometimes the nurse or staff member taking my rectal temperature commented on my willingness to have it done, and that it was still the best way to obtain a body temperature.
To this day, and I'm much older now, it is still my preferred route and most likely always will be.

The feeling is something most don't understand...

Wonderful story. Thank you so much for sharing.

My mom took my temp with a rectal thermometer and I hated it. It's not that I didn't enjoy the feeling of the thermometer in my hiney, in fact I liked it. But it was always so embarrassing.

First she would put a big gob of Vaseline on the tip. I would be lying on my back and she would pull my PJ bottoms down and off. Then she would lift up my legs in the diaper position so that everything was in full view. OK there wasn't much there, but it was still mine. Then she would insert the thermometer and I would get an instant erection. I had no idea what was going on down there but it felt good. Nothing was ever said about it.

Then she would turn me on my side. My older sister would be standing there watching and on one side she would see the thermometer sticking out of my hiney and on the other side she would see my little **** sticking out.

Worse yet! After a few minutes my mom would remove the thermometer, shake it up and down, look at it and then....... just to make sure she was getting an accurate reading, she would stick it back in my hiney for another minute or so.

Shysheila,
I remember my last year of elementary school (6th grade, so I was 12 at the time), I got sick in class so my teacher gave me a pass to go to the nurse's office there in the school. I went, but she wasn't there for some reason, and a note was posted to go to the assistant principal. I dutifully went, not knowing what would happen. When I got there, he shut and locked the door to his office, then had me lay across his lap just like he would if he felt he needed to spank me, but instead he said he had to take my temperature in my bottom.
Just as you did, I felt calm there, as he held it in place in my rectum for way more than the required three minutes.
Thank you for your story, Shysheila, strange how other people's experiences bring a flood of memories back to me. Huggggs,
Valerie

I still get embaressed at certain things and YES, when I finlly moved on my own I had ALL the privacy to do those things I never could living at home or with roomies. Just yesterday, I bout a fleet enema but was redfaced as I put it in my basket and I HOPED the clerk wouldnt say ot think anything. When I bought my first vibrator I was SUPER RED and embarressed but as soon as I got home it was MY night and I made a NICE SUPER DELISH meal with wine and my new 'toy'