Boob Confusion: True Tale

This blog has always been about my sex life and life experiences in general.

Recently, I wrote a memoir on Medium about an incident that happened to me when I was in my 20s. When a doctor abused his position of power.

The whole situation was demeaning, and so I never forget what happened.

Here’s a précis of the start of the story:

Boob Confusion

I love my breasts — and yours probably — but in a different way. What I mean is I am a fan of this particular part of the anatomy… Over the years, I have thoroughly enjoyed mine. However, on a couple of occasions I became boob-confused when I was duped into showing off more than I would have liked.

As a teenager, I was in and out of the Doctor’s surgery on a regular basis. This was because I suffered — and still do now and then — with eczema.

In those days — the early 80s — there was no such thing as a repeat prescription. This meant that each time I ran out of ointment for my skin, I would have to make a doctor’s appointment, where I would receive the note which said I was entitled to the cream.

When I left the family home at twenty-one and moved into a flat with some friends, I had to change surgeries. It was important to be connected to a Dr from the neighbourhood.

My eczema had flared up slightly. I only had patches, but they were irritating in more ways than one, so I made an appointment with my new doctor.

I was called into a large room and sat at a desk opposite a man around forty years of age. He looked at my quite extensive notes, asking a few pertinent questions. I showed him the patches on my wrists and elbow creases. Which he examined. Dry and scaly. Yep Eczema.

He then asked if the patches extended elsewhere, and thinking it was important to be honest with a professional, I said,

“Yes, behind my knees, on my shoulder blades and the side of my breasts.”

I continued by mentioning they were all similar to look at, and places where I had been inflicted before.

When he requested that I show him the skin on my legs I was not yet concerned. It was summer and I had a skirt on. It was easy to stand and lift my skirt hem slightly, so he could see…

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