I turned away the male nurse or hcp half my age who came to automatically bed bath me when I was lying partially paralysed and drooling on the admissions ward. I was polite and apologetic, but sorry I wasn’t ok with it. I was later told at my age (then mid 40’s) I was being ridiculous!
He didn’t then make it better by miming curvaceous slow stokes with his sponge whilst telling me grinning from ear to ear in broken English that all the old ladies loved him doing it and so would I.
Before anyone calls me racist I’m not, I’m trying to paint for you the whole picture and mannerisms that suddenly appeared at the end of the bed while I was reeling from what had just happened to me.
I’ve previously had a male nurse tending post-surgery abdominal wound, without problem, but no thanks for a full bed bath.
I was punished for it by a washing bowl then being placed at the end of the bed daily and a refusal to put it near my good arm by female nurses and hcp’s, (as was food, as I’d rendered myself self-care only, and no male hcp’s near me, by saying no thanks to being bed bathed by a male) removed untouched each day, and left to lie in my own filth and blood and unchanged bed for several days until I was moved to another ward. (Very good, then onto long term and horrendous)
Fine, the message is received: nursing is about meeting nurse’s and hcp’s needs, I have no rights or autonomy over my own body, I am the wrong age and sex to have any rights or dignity respected, better to not seek medical help if you don’t accept that position. (I now don’t generally)