It wasn’t my regular doctor. I don’t even remember where it was, or the doctor’s name. And it would honestly just make things worse for me if I were to try to do anything about it now. It’s not gonna fix my asshole, but telling everyone I know that my asshole is wrecked isn’t going to earn me any sympathy where I live.
At the time, I had no frame of reference. I probably just thought “Fuck man, prostate exams hurt!” Even if I tried reporting it, who would believe me? Over a doctor’s word? Please. And that’s without counting the stigma and embarrassment I would have felt at the time.
It wasn’t my regular doctor. I don’t even remember where it was, or the doctor’s name. And it would honestly just make things worse for me if I were to try to do anything about it now. It’s not gonna fix my asshole, but telling everyone I know that my asshole is wrecked isn’t going to earn me any sympathy where I live.
At the time, I had no frame of reference. I probably just thought “Fuck man, prostate exams hurt!” Even if I tried reporting it, who would believe me? Over a doctor’s word? Please. And that’s without counting the stigma and embarrassment I would have felt at the time.
You know your ass can fit like two racoons into it? Unless that doctor went fisting, calling your asshole wrecked is a bit much. lol
Maybe if the raccoons are coated in lube and eased in slowly. What a fucked up comparison to make. But I guess you know my asshole better than I do 🙄