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Since I am the naked physio I thought it was about time that I would bare all……. Sarah has been practicing for well over 10 years as a Pelvic Health PT.


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Americans are often shocked when visiting a doctor in France and discovering how little privacy one has when it comes to disrobing. Is it normal to be naked at the doctor? Read on for being naked in front of doctors in France! Photo credit: Shutterstock. Last Thursday was a normal day.

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Things are. Somebody massaging my underdeveloped arm muscles. Somebody showing me how to, like, bounce on a large ball. On the day of my appointment, I found the waiting room to be warm, and friendly.

There was coffee. There was a nice older gentleman who got called back while I was waiting. A woman who looked younger than me, with a tiny baby in her arms. My kids were with Grandma, so I did what every child-free mom does: I posted the evidence to Instagram. I was called to the back, and met two people: the PT, and the PT in training. Both were lovely. Things got a little more serious when the therapist whipped out a laptop and began asking questions.

They recorded my answers, for posterity, no doubt. How many times a week do you experience incontinence? Was it a small trickle, or a gush? Do you have to change your underwear? It depends on how loudly my children are screaming.

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How much water do you drink daily? How much do you drink? How much caffeine?

What about sex—does it hurt? Do you orgasm? How often? Do you use lube?

We talked about poop, how often it happened, if it hurt, and what did it look like. Then, as the maelstrom of questions subsided and I began to calm, they asked me to undress below the waist, gave me a thin paper napkin, and exited the room. And so, there I am, laying on my back on a table surrounded by nice ladies, with my legs in a v-shape. She tells me to squeeze her hand. With my vagina.

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Ten times. Where do I look? At her?

At the ceiling? At the other therapist? Do I smile, giggle nervously, or look serious? Does she go home at the end of the day, take a scalding shower, and wonder how she ended up with her arms inside vaginas? I avoid further eye contact with my physical therapist. I vow to drink less caffeine, more water, and to do my exercises. I leave, teetering somewhere between crawling under the covers with a pint of icecream and phoning up my girlfriends so we can all laugh hysterically. In the end, I do both. And then I bless my Physical Therapist—both of them. And their arms.

Carry on, world. Sarah has three small children. Some nice old lady health teacher came into your room and gave you some straight talk about how the next few years were going to go for you. It was awkward and shocking and you knew your childhood would never be the same. When you hit your mid-thirties, there should be some kind of Part Two to that conversation.

All the ladies need to be rounded up, lead into a dimly lit classroom that smells vaguely of pencil In July, my husband and I celebrated our year wedding anniversary. We got married back in following my college graduation. I was only 22 at the time and him?

Well, he was all good-looking at the prime age of Na-na, na-na, boo-boo! I am a respectable mother, not a four-year-old child and thank goodness It was time. It had to happen. But bedtime had to get back to its somewhat regularly scheduled program. When we had one kid, bedtime was a breeze. Each night, we had a 10 step process.

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And the steps were simple. And very, very routine. Toys away at p. Up the stairs at p. Change into pajamas 4. Brush teeth 5. Read two books 6. Say prayers 7. Light off Your husband has a mere headache, but he automatically now believes that he is going to be a chronic sufferer of cluster migraines. Or, maybe he got a small splinter, but he now believes that he is, without probability, going to end up with a staph infection.

And, well, that cough of his cough, cough is going to have him laid up in bed for the next two days because he is just feeling so terrible. Sound familiar?

It is all too familiar to me. What am I talking about? How men are babies when they get sick. Yes, I said it. Is anyone else as sick of the facade as I am? Because on social media, everyone seems to have their crap together. Scrolling through my feeds leaves me feeling inadequate and lonely, desperately lonely.

I know social media is only the high points.

Wanted: Imperfect Friends A kind, but quirky, Yeah, me neither. Just kidding! We have an appointment, a meeting, an event, or just a playdate, and we want to be on time. We have everything in order, and we are ready to head out the door.