I saw a male doctor about a lump in my breast (I asked for a female doctor, but none were available for a while, and I was worried).
He barely looked at where I was pointing, and almost couldn’t bring himself to touch where I said there was a lump. He sent me away telling me not to worry – probably something glandular (what did that mean? – he didn’t explain). I left feeling like he hadn’t properly checked; and like I’d been a silly thing, worrying; and like I should have been embarrassed, asking him (albeit qua medical professional) to check my body.
The extent to which his embarrassment hindered his professionalism became clear when I returned two months later (still worrying, still lumpy and now with it hurting) to a female doctor, who frankly examined by breasts, comparing them, prodding in all the relevant ways needed to confirm to herself, and to me, what was going on.
I am annoyed that the male doctor’s embarrassment about my female body had meant I hadn’t got a clear diagnosis (which turned out not to be problematic (but not to be ‘something glandular’ either)) and spent extra time worrying.