10. Well, that was a bit unexpected, even for the OB/GYN.
“Went to the gyno in Jerusalem. I was very particular about not going to clinics in any religious neighborhoods because I was going to birth control because I’m a sexually free woman. And religious gynos don’t like that. So I was looking up online, and I saw a clinic in the city center that I THOUGHT specialized in adolescent gynecology. So I was like, sure, they seem secular. I go there. First off, the only entrance is through all of the birthing rooms. Like, these aren’t even rooms; they are just blinds separating each room. Women with head coverings clutching their swollen bellies, religious men just sitting apathetically, waiting for the birth of yet ANOTHER baby.
I was starting to sweat because, WTF, and the whole thing was pretty disgusting. So I get to the clinic, and everyone I see around me is religious. Like, head coverings, long skirts. I’m really starting to freak out because I do not want to be put in a situation where I’m judged by these religious women. I see that the doctor is also religious, and I’m about to run out of there, but I can’t because I really need my refill. At the end of the day, it was fine. She gave me my prescription. I was on my way, having to exit again through the birthing rooms. Ew.” –marmaladeskies7
9. Doctors should really be nicer to their patients.
“I had the absolute worst gyno ever do my first pap smear. She found out that I was a lesbian when we got into my sexual activity/whether or not I was using protection, and started asking me all these really inappropriate questions, like “Do you feel amorous feelings towards your partner?” and “Do you think your partner feels amorous feelings for you?” And all in all, she just came off as really judgy and rude. But this was in the south, and I was admittedly used to people being jerks about me being gay, so I let that bit slide.
Then the actual speculum went in, and I don’t know why, but it hurt-hurt-HURT. Like, I’ve had paps plenty of times since this incident, and it didn’t hurt like this. I was screaming, crying, and begging the gyno to stop, but she refused and told me to stop being a baby, that it couldn’t possibly hurt that much. It really, really sucked. Thankfully, my partner rec’d me to her gyno after the fact, and I haven’t had any problems since.” No doctor should judge a patient about their pain tolerance. Good thing this person was able to find someone else that treats them well. –hyattisqueen
8. An embarrassing, but normal reaction to the OB/GYN.
“Started off just like any other, awkward and uncomfortable, but not the end of the world. The nurse left the room for me to undress, and I sat down on the exam bench. I immediately started to notice that something felt odd. For no possible reason I could think of, I started getting “wet.” (I apologize for using such a vulgar term; I’m just not quite sure how else to describe it.) The doctor came back in, and it continued to get worse throughout the exam. To the point that I could literally cringe hear what was going on.
I was so embarrassed I didn’t know what to say! I should mention that this was not my first visit. I’ve been to quite a few without any issue. I should also mention that it was a female doctor, female nurse, and I am in a committed heterosexual relationship. Nothing was different about this exam than any other I’ve had. The moral of the story: there was nothing sexual about what was going on. I wasn’t mentally aroused–far from it, in fact. I was extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable.” Sometimes things happen with no real explanation, and even though it may be embarrassing to us, it’s perfectly natural. –TwoXChromosomes
7. Fingernails like that should not be allowed in that type of profession.
“My regular gyno was on vacation, and some other doctor was subbing for her. No one told me it wouldn’t be my usual doctor prior. This woman had inch-long, dagger-shaped fingernails. Just looking at them had me panicked. I’m holding really, really still when she checks my cervix. She goes, “Wow, you’re right. Really tight. I can’t get my fingers inside. Yikes.” She’s pushing and pushing. I’m hyperventilating. “How did you even get pregnant? Is your husband smaller than my fingers? I don’t think you’re going to be able to give natural birth.”
She braces herself and starts pushing harder. I’m crying now while she just keeps chattering away. “I can’t reach your cervix. You probably shouldn’t have sex. You’re too narrow.” I had a full-on panic attack and pushed her away to get dressed. Her response, “If you’re in that much pain from just my fingers, sex must be unbearable. Your husband is a monster. You should divorce him.” I ran out crying. I fired my doctor for putting me in with her and found a different one. How that woman ever got a license to practice is astonishing.” –wyldepixie
6. Boyfriend abuse or bull riding incident? The OB/GYN wasn’t sure!
“Last year, I went in for my wellness woman. I had just drunkenly ridden a mechanical bull at the fair, so my thighs were super bruised. The gyno was like, uhh, is everything okay in your home life? “Oh, uh, that’s from last night at the fair. It was a, uh, mechanical bull…” She didn’t believe me and went to consult with the woman at the front desk about what to do. At that time, my boyfriend came in and asked if I was still there. I took the bus there because he was in class, but he was my ride back.
I didn’t tell them my boyfriend was coming to pick me up because I didn’t think anything of it. Long story short, they definitely almost called the police and had my boyfriend arrested because they thought he was sexually assaulting me and was coming to monitor my doctor’s appointment. It was horrendously embarrassing, and while I appreciated the vigilance (doctors paying attention to stuff like that has almost certainly saved lives), it was a very bad situation.” Wow, that could have gone bad had they called the cops. Thankfully they didn’t, though. Keep reading to find out about other’s experiences while at the gynecologist! -N/A
“The first was two years ago, and everything was normal up until about halfway through the exam. At this point, I am already up on the table with my lady bits being examined. So my feet are up in those ridiculous stirrups that make you feel both equally uncomfortable and insecure when the left one suddenly freaking collapses, and it was so loud that it sounded like the whole table buckled. I almost fell onto the freaking floor, and my doctor had jumped up from her chair. To top it, the nurse in the next room overcame, rushing in to make sure we were okay.
The second thing happened last year. I decided after the stirrup incident to take advantage of the student health clinic on my college campus instead of seeing my normal GYN. They have really reduced prices for the students, and I figured going somewhere different would make me feel less embarrassed. Wrong. I was already undressed and waiting in the room when my teacher walked into the room. Yep. I’m a health major, and it turns out my Women’s Health professor volunteers at the clinic as a nurse. So she was the one who got to ask me all the uncomfortable sexual history questions while I sat in front of her in a paper gown.” –irishluck92
“When I went for a physical a couple of years ago, it was my first visit in years. I wore the gown, and toward the end, the doctor asked if I wanted a pelvic exam. I said no, but if she thought it was needed, just to do it. She said she would like it to do it. I had told the nurse earlier I was a virgin, and she confirmed it with me. Because I’ve never had sex, a Pap wasn’t necessary, so she just did a bimanual exam. It was one of the most painful, uncomfortable moments I have ever had. I only used regular tampons and had only been using tampons for about two years prior to this.
I started crying. It hurt so bad. When she withdrew, I wiped my tears and put my underwear on. She then asked me gently if I had ever been sexually abused. I haven’t, but for some reason, that started the waterworks again. She just said that sometimes people who’ve been sexually abused have a hard time with physical exams, but “you’re just not used to it, it’s okay.” She was the nicest doctor ever. She really cared that I was uncomfortable. But man, that turned me off from getting another physical for a while. I am still embarrassed I was near sobbing.” –notovertonight
3. Having a good sense of humor can help at these appointments.
“A few years ago, I went to my urologist to get a bladder installation for my Interstitial Cystitis. Basically, I’m in pain 24/7, and the lidocaine from the instillations helped calm my bladder down. On this certain day, the power to the building went out. I drove almost 2 hours to get there, and the doctor and nurses told me they could just hold a flashlight to get the catheter in. I was on the 3rd floor, and the window blinds were open, but I thought nothing of it.
They had two nurses with flashlights pointed at my vag, and the doctor was putting the catheter in, and all of a sudden, the freaking window washer to the building popped up and saw everything! I thought it was the funniest thing ever. The nurses had to run to the window to close the blinds. My doctor just said thank God it was you. I think you may be my only patient who would laugh at this. Still my favorite story.” At least this person had a good sense of humor about their situation. Not everyone does. –SweetDumper
2. Don’t read this one if you have a weak stomach!
“I was 24 years old at the time and running late to my yearly exam appointment. Riding up 15 floors in the elevator, I felt a huge dump brewing, but my willpower and the fact that I’m already late and had no time to crap held the monster at bay. I’m laid up on the table and finishing the exam when I feel some pressure down under and clench my cheeks as hard as I can against the clinician’s fingers. (I didn’t know they were in there, so I thought I was keeping the crap in). She quickly pulled her fingers out, and yeah. There was poop all over the bright pink gloves.
I gave her the wtf look, and she nicely stated that after 30, it is routine to check my butthole. (She didn’t say butthole, but you get it). Shocked, I asserted, but I’m only 24! She laughed and apologized, saying I seemed so mature she just assumed my age to be older. I told her the next time I come here. I’ll make sure my age is known for sure! Lesson learned. rather be a little later to the appointment that has an ass full of crap at the gyno…..” Well, that story definitely took a turn at the end. –lovergirl333
1. Name-calling is so unnecessary for all professionals.
“I had been going in to complain about some pretty intense vaginal contact pain, like so bad that if someone whispered at my vag, I would twinge. On a previous visit, she swabbed the outside, and my body clenched. I was tested for everything, everything came back negative, but then I started getting a weird discharge, so I figured it was time to go in again. I’m in the stirrups explaining to the doctor the intense contact pain now has discharge yadda yadda yadda, and without ANY warning what so ever she jams the speculum inside me while telling me it’s all in my head.
Surprise penetration is pretty much never good, not to mention the addition of lightning bolts of pain running through my love tunnel while being told those lightning bolts aren’t real. I yelped and jumped up as a reflexive reaction, and she sternly told me to “stop being such a drama queen.” Now I didn’t even blink an eye when I got my IUD in, so my pain tolerance is relatively high, and I was certainly not being a f-ing “drama queen.” Edit: and when I say jammed, I mean she jammed it. There was enough force behind that thing that follow-through was needed to complete the motion.” –username