First Time, So EmbarrassingA short while ago mom decided it was time for me to see a gynecologist for the first time. Mom has seen the same gynecologist since I was born and booked an appointment. Unfortunately, her gyno is a guy and I asked if she could find a woman. Mom is usually fairly understanding and cooperative about most things but to my dismay replied "honey, don't be silly, he's a doctor and I've been going there for 20 years." STOP: People, please don't tell me I am a legal adult and free to make my own decision, can make my own appointments, blah, blah, blah. Now back to the story.
I was given one of those gowns, got undressed, put it on and tried to mentally prepare myself for the unavoidable. So, now for the indignities. There I was, feet in the stirrups, "dressed" in this gown thing. I was so embarrassed I wanted to just die as the doctor inched forward, asked if I was ready (like who IS ready for this??). He then said "relax your knees, (which is simply a nice way of saying spread your legs)" and lifted the gown. I wished there was some way to just disappear from Earth. Here's this doctor looking, feeling, touching, opening and separating the lips, etc. I don't think I was ever so embarrassed about anything in my life. I've even had bikini waxes but this was so different. At the waxing, my sister is there and with the technician we actually make small talk, joke and laugh about it.
It might have been "better" with a woman doctor, but I don't know how much "better." You would think in this day and age with medical technology as it is they could just scan us or something rather than be all spread open and all.
Closing thought; is gynecologist just a politically correct term for vagina doctor??