Half vent thread, half morbid curiosity. Not sure if this is the right board, but wevz.
So. Pediatrician I had when I was really young (up till I was in second grade, when we stopped using him for, uh, reasons) had this obsession with getting my foreskin remnant to retract/not adhere to the glans. To that extent, I remember him (painfully) force-retracting it once. It re-adhered after that, which he didn't want happening, and had my parents convinced it was this Really Bad Thing. Like, I'm pretty sure every/nearly every visit I had to him up until we quit going to him was way too focused on whether it had started to retract (In hindsight, there's a part of me that thinks maybe there was some, uh, nefarious purpose behind this. Like it was an excuse to give him a chance to look at things that otherwise would not have been appropriate for him to be looking at, if you get my drift).
Anyway, so instead of doing another forced retraction, he advised my parents to apply Vaseline to the foreskin remnant on I guess a nightly basis, to... I don't know, get it to retract on its own somehow. To achieve this, they came up with a... well, I took it as a game. And I'm not sure if it was my parents that came up with the specifics or the pediatrician, but basically they called the whole application process the "Penis Patrol." Aaand I remember thinking it was "fun" for some reason and being totally willing and almost excited? when it was that time of the night. The other thing I remember was that my parent had this code-phrase for starting it -- "assume the position," which basically meant lie down and take your pants off. (See above, about concerns pediatrician may have had purposes of a nefarious sort).
Anyway, beyond that there was always this threat of another forced retraction, and the pain that went along with that, if the Vaseline thing didn't work. It didn't, but at the least the forced retraction thing didn't pan out either.
What does kind of screw me up to think about is, in retrospect, I carried this /fear/ of going through another forced retraction around for a long time. Like I want to say up until I was twelve I was always nervous that, whenever my parents were off talking to people without me, they were setting up an appointment to get it done?
Anyway, yeah, anyone else experience anything like this?
So. Pediatrician I had when I was really young (up till I was in second grade, when we stopped using him for, uh, reasons) had this obsession with getting my foreskin remnant to retract/not adhere to the glans. To that extent, I remember him (painfully) force-retracting it once. It re-adhered after that, which he didn't want happening, and had my parents convinced it was this Really Bad Thing. Like, I'm pretty sure every/nearly every visit I had to him up until we quit going to him was way too focused on whether it had started to retract (In hindsight, there's a part of me that thinks maybe there was some, uh, nefarious purpose behind this. Like it was an excuse to give him a chance to look at things that otherwise would not have been appropriate for him to be looking at, if you get my drift).
Anyway, so instead of doing another forced retraction, he advised my parents to apply Vaseline to the foreskin remnant on I guess a nightly basis, to... I don't know, get it to retract on its own somehow. To achieve this, they came up with a... well, I took it as a game. And I'm not sure if it was my parents that came up with the specifics or the pediatrician, but basically they called the whole application process the "Penis Patrol." Aaand I remember thinking it was "fun" for some reason and being totally willing and almost excited? when it was that time of the night. The other thing I remember was that my parent had this code-phrase for starting it -- "assume the position," which basically meant lie down and take your pants off. (See above, about concerns pediatrician may have had purposes of a nefarious sort).
Anyway, beyond that there was always this threat of another forced retraction, and the pain that went along with that, if the Vaseline thing didn't work. It didn't, but at the least the forced retraction thing didn't pan out either.
What does kind of screw me up to think about is, in retrospect, I carried this /fear/ of going through another forced retraction around for a long time. Like I want to say up until I was twelve I was always nervous that, whenever my parents were off talking to people without me, they were setting up an appointment to get it done?
Anyway, yeah, anyone else experience anything like this?
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