Brother And Sister Play Doctor

Brother And Sister Play Doctor
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When My Little Sister Wants to Play 'Doctor'
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My sister is 10 years old, and we all try to encourage her to use her imagination and play. In this day and age, I feel like sometimes everyone (including kids) are too busy looking at screens for entertainment instead of entertaining themselves. I try to explain to her that I wish I felt like doing all the things she can, but having chronic fatigue syndrome leaves me very limited.
Naturally, she wants to play games and do things with me. We might play a game on the card table, where I can lay in the chair on the heating pad. She plays restaurant and brings me food. She made her own menu and everything. Then we swap roles and I bring her fake food.
However, after we were done playing restaurant, she wanted to play doctor. This may sound silly, possibly petty or even me just being plain sensitive. I told her alright, we can play that. She asks me why I am there, and of course, playing doctor is no fun if there is nothing wrong with you. Right? It makes sense for a kid to want to have something wrong with the other. That is what playing doctor is anyway.
I just kept hoping she would not bring up my illness. She had done it in the past. She had asked why I was there and even had a cure for it. I wish she did, I guess she wished so too. I had to explain to her over and over how it works. Do I expect her to perfectly understand? Of course not. But it sometimes seems like she does not believe me.
In the end, all she did was say I had strep throat. She then “removed” my tonsils later.
Every time she asks if I want to play doctor, my stomach drops. I am sick of doctors. I am sick of going to doctors with all sorts of things wrong with me and being told there is either nothing they can do or they do not believe me.
I hate that I am this way, and I hate that the very thought of playing doctor fills me with such dread and fear.
I hate that I am 22 years old, and I have enough diagnoses on my chart that it takes up many pages.
I hate that the smallest thing like this triggers all these emotions. I hate explaining it, so I typically don’t.
When my younger sister wants to play doctor, I do. I play with her. I swallow these emotions, because the last thing I need to do is make her feel like she needs to walk on eggshells.
I try my best to not let everything affect me personally, like when people that say, “if you do not have a wheelchair, you should not use the handicap parking.”
It’s those who refuse to believe someone as young as me can relate on a personal level to my grandmother and have numerous health problems.
It’s those using my illness as a joke or a fake reason not to have a job.
It’s those people who direct something at one population, and yet I get offended.
I feel like ableism is real, but I also feel I need to remember not everyone is aware. I was not aware til I got sick at 19. I was not aware of the world of chronic illness.
Educate those around you. Spread awareness not just for the illness you personally have, but the whole spoonie world.
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CFS/ME, Fibromyalgia, and Scoliosis. Possibly IBS. Depression. Married, 24. Taurus and INFJ. Demi.
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Brothers and Sisters together for Physicals

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Read a message somewhere in one of these polls about a brother and sister getting a physical together. Mom stayed in the waiting room while the nurse took the kids for their exam. When it came time to undress, the nurse told them to "Strip", no knowing if the stop with underpants, they both stripped off their underpants and waited in the nude for the doctor to come in. When he came in, he said "You should have kept your undewear on, but as you are naked, we will continue."
They did not state their age, and I can not find the poll it was on to reread it.
Have any kids received physicals with their sister(s) or brother(s)? Were you a preteen or teen?
When I was 10, I received a physical with my sister before the summer camp that we went to. My sister was 9. I didn't know then that girls usually don't have to remove or lower their pants during a physical, I only knew that boys DID have to. My sister got her physical first (with me in the room too). I couldn't believe the doctor (a male) didn't check inside her pants. (I didn't know yet that it wasn't necessary for girls.) But I was about to find out that girls have a BIG advantage during "co-ed" physicals: it was my turn. After the usual checks, the doctor lowered both my pants and underpants. My sister, sitting only 2 feet away, could see all of my pen-s and testicles. Her face lit up like a kid's face on Christmas morning. She thought it was really wonderful!! Especially since SHE didn't have to be exposed at all!! She grinned and smirked as the doctor examined my testicles and checked me for a hernia (the cough, cough routine!!). And she loved it even more when I got a boner right in front of her. (Perfect timing, right??) I found it very embarrassing and very unfair at the time, but later I came to accept that girls just naturally get more privileges than boys. When we left the office, my sister did the "Ha Ha Ha!!" routine and other things to tease and taunt me about it. She was just having fun as a girl, and I can't really blame her. But just like the boy who's mother let his older sister bathe him without regard for his privacy, the doctor obviously didn't care about my privacy!!
GIRLS RULE!!
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Read a message somewhere in one of these polls about a brother and sister getting a physical together. Mom stayed in the waiting room while the nurse took the kids for their exam. When it came time to undress, the nurse told them to "Strip", no knowing if the stop with underpants, they both stripped off their underpants and waited in the nude for the doctor to come in. When he came in, he said "You should have kept your undewear on, but as you are naked, we will continue."
They did not state their age, and I can not find the poll it was on to reread it.
Have any kids received physicals with their sister(s) or brother(s)? Were you a preteen or teen?
From the time i can remember my mom taking my sister and me to the doctors until i was 16 or 17, my mom, my sister and I were in the same exam room. When we were called by the nurse and taken to an exam room, the nurse would tell me to strip down to my undies. She told my sister to just sit and when my exam was , over then she would be examined. As I stripped I can remember my sister, who is a year older than I, looking at me.
When the nurse returned she take my weight, height, BP etc. The doctor, a female, would come in and go through exam. Then she tell me to take off my undies. By this point i had an erection. I tried to face away from my mom and sis but the doctor turned me around and lay on the exam table with my legs spread wide. My sister always had a clear view of my $%!@. The doctor took my testicles in her hand and fondled them. Then she would hold my $%!@ and pull back the foreskin. Many times she call my mom over to show her under my foreskin and sister would come to the edge of the exam table too. The doctor would say he has to learn how to keep his $%!@ clean or he'll get an infection. She told her nurse/assistant to show my my and sister how to clean it. Then she said that they should check me every day. So everyday after school or just before going to b eith my mom, my sister or both would check my $%!@. amny times my sister had a friend at our house and she be there as my sister inspected my $%!@.
By the time I was 14 or 15 when going to the the doctor for an exam I would just strip completely naked
In response to the ten year old boy humiliated by his 9 year old sister watching his hernia examination, when I was 10, my mom an d her best frien from high school went out once a week for a ladies night out, leaving my best friend and and I to watch each other while they were gone. Brenda was an only child of a single mother, just like me, and we were about the same age, give or take the couple of months Brenda insisted made her the adult and me the child and her in charge since mom had implied as much, showing Brenda how to secure the windows and let no one in the kitchen door, but anyone comming in from the living room door was fine, since they were an elderly couple living on the other side of the duplex we were renting from them. Mom encouraged me to go along with brenda being in charge because it was a self esteem booster for a young girl who's father had a detrimental effect on her sense of self worth. I had discovered modestly approaching my 9th birthday, but put it aside in favor of leveling out the playing field where Brenda resented my accidentally seeing her pee when we were 8, and at ten foundd it extremely embarressing letting her bath me, since I didn't bother to correct her when she assumed that being in charge included micromanaging my evening hygiene rituals starting with running bathwater and instructing me to undress and get in. My mom was both embarrassed and proud of me for submitting to a full body inspection in front of the as Brenda pointed out things of interest that concerned her that was worth mentioning for my benifit. Minus those times when I was too young to remember, as an infant, no one, not even mom had seen me with an erection before, and hear I was, a naked ten year old boy trying not to look as humiliated as I felt having my fully erected $%!@ manipulatid by the hand of my 10 yeatlr old best friend with testicles firmly in her grasp as she explained how the one on the right wants to keep going up and hide everytime my stiffy is examined. This a point of interest while showing our mom's how diligent she had been in ensuring my health by doing a thourough hygiene inspection after bathing me, pointing out that whenever she lets go to chech my bottom" it disappears. Turning me around, bending me over, and spreading my cheeks to show how clean everything was, embarressing mom even more than myself by running fingers over anus, perenium, and scrotum, pinching the left side to demonstrate the presence of a testicle there, than the right, only getting sack, no nut, asshe stretches the sack to show no rohnd shapes present and poking upwards into my scotum to declare that it was hiding on top of her finger. When they had left, mom clarified that I didn't have to do everything Brenda told me, and felt immeasurable pride when I told her that seeing my best friend so happ2 was worth the embarressment, since both our mom's were not seeing anything they hadn't seen before.
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I’m the second child in four. The good thing about this fact is that while growing up, siblings #1 and #3 were both suitable playmates for me. If one of them didn’t want to play, I would simply hang out with the other one. Sometimes I had the luxury of choosing between the two of them.
Sometimes, at night, when my little sister and brother were already in bed and my elder sister didn’t want to play with me, I got bored with ways of entertaining myself. So occasionally, I would quietly sneak into their room, while they were still awake. My sister slept in a loft bed. At her feet, there was a big chair. My creative brain had invented the ultimate sport: get to that chair without getting noticed by her. This was a incredibly slow process, because my sister would be able to catch me with every potential noise I would make. If she simply turned her head and glanced over at the floor she would see me. Sometimes I would lie down on the floor for minutes without moving. Sometimes I would only move one limb per minute.
At times my brother, who slept in the same room, would spot me during this process. His bed was at a normal height. I would make him into my accomplice by quietly gesturing him to keep quiet. He always played along.
When I finally reached the big chair after a long and dangerous journey from the door, I would silently climb onto it. Quietly holding my breath, I would slowly change my weight from one foot to the other, until I was standing on the arms of the chair in ducked position.
At this point, my sister would still be completely unsuspecting of what was about to happen. She was usually just staring at the ceiling, minding her own thoughts, probably thinking about rainbows and sheep.
Out of nowhere, I would jump from behind her bed and scream. As you can imagine, this caused quite a reaction. It scared the hell out of her, time and time again.
It ended up with me laughing hysterically, thinking I was the most successful and hilarious super ninja in the world, and her needing to calm down after having a heart attack. In my mind I had the mad skills of a spy, which one day would prove to be useful in my future detective career.
Then I would just hang out for a bit. We would talk about whatever was on our minds until she got tired or I got bored and I would leave again.
You might think she hated this, but in fact, she really loved it.
These dark little visits gave me an idea.
I’ve always had a curious mind. So sometimes, in order to make sense of the world around me and prove certain theories, I would make my little sister into my own personal test subject.
I had heard about a certain theory that had caught my interest. Supposedly, you dream of the things that you hear around you during your sleep. This was a fascinating concept. It would mean, that you could influence what others dream about. That was even more exciting than lucid dreaming. I decided to test if it worked.
So one night, after my younger siblings fell asleep, I sneaked into their room.
I decided that the best way to test my theory, was by whispering one word over and over again in my sister’s ear. The next day, I would ask her what she had dreamt about. It was a fail-safe plan.
Great thought went into what word I would use. I thought about using a boy’s name from her school, but this was too big a risk. She might not want to share that with me the next day. It should be a word that normally wouldn’t necessarily be in her dreams, but would be very recognizable.
I decided to go with ‘washing machine’.
My sister was lying in bed. She was already dozing off, when suddenly she heard someone hissing into her ear. She opened her eyes, bewildered.
At this point she realised that I, for some reason, was 1. awfully close to her and 2. repeatedly whispering ‘washing machine’ (with a hypnotic rhythm and tone for effect) into her ear.
While still in the middle of my experiment, my sister had clearly awakened. This wasn’t really part of the plan, but as she was awake now anyways, I eagerly asked her what she dreamt about, just now. I was desperate to know if my experiment had worked.
Anything in particular, like… perhaps… a washing machine?
I WASN’T SLEEPING. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Disappointed with this new piece of information, I decided to confide in her. I told her of my fantastic experiment. She didn’t seem quite as enthusiastic. Clearly, she just wasn’t the kind of person who would recognise the value and beauty of a good science experiment when it is right in front of her.
Oh well. I figured I just needed to try again another time.
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Haha, I love this post! It’s definitely one of my favourites. Everrr. So much fun to read this from your point of view. I’m so going to save this and treasure it. You can illustrate a book: ‘OHANA adventures, crazy monkeys’. Going to be fun… Can’t wait for the rest of the series. ;)
Haha, I’m definitely considering drawing more ;)
Family stories are the best. This is so sweet and silly!
I loved reading this! You should make a children’s book out of this :D
:D Thanks! I have a lot more stories left, so who knows
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