Recommend this entry Has been recommended Send news. Log in No account? Create an account. Remember me. Facebook VKontakte Google. Previous Share Flag Next. This is probably going to sound really stupid, but I'll tell you the story as best I can. Its morphed from one thing into another over the years. As far as I can remember, it started out when I was years old.
I went into hospital to have an operation to correct a squint lazy eye. I don't remember very much about it, but I do remember seeing doctors with the old style 2 tube stethoscopes dangling with the shiny chestpieces the type that have the long old style bell and a diaphragm at right angle to it. I can remember having frequent nightmares about men sticking things to my chest. I didn't know what these were at the time, but I now recognize them as suction electrodes. It a domestic environment growing up in the 70s the closest thing I could find were huge buttons.
There were plenty of clothes about at the time that featured them. Growing up I would watch hospital dramas and soaps just to see the nurses walking down corridors with their stethoscopes swinging and bouncing up and down. On visits to the Dr I so wanted him to listen to my chest with his stethoscope, but he seldom did. At this point I wasn't old enough to experience anything sexual.
To me it was just comforting to think that someone was able to listen to my heart, its the same comfort that you get from being in bed listening to a storm raging outside. When I reached the 3rd year of primary school now known as year 6 or grade 6 I saw something that changed my life. That point where Elliot and ET are in that plastic tent all wired up to monitoring equipment. I would have done almost anything to have been in his place. When I hit puberty it was the fashion for girls to wear cardigan sweaters I must have been about 13 at the time.
The ones that had big buttons reminded me of the bell of a stethoscope and that turned me on. It was incredibly embarrising walking wound with a boner every time I saw a girl with the right kind of sweater. As time went one I learned to control my urges and started to analyze them. The button thing seemed to related to touch. I remember borrowing one of my mun's sweaters that had big buttons and wearing it for an evening when both my parents were out late.
It wasn't anything to do with it being a female sweater, just purely its big chunky buttons. At school in biology we learned about the heart and listened to each others heart with a stethoscope. I actually refused to partake in that part, due to embarrassment, instead giving the poor excuse that I had an ear infection.
It wasn't till I left school and was earning some money that I got my first credit card. My first purchase was a stethoscope and a BP cuff. It was magic, it felt right and was way better than my previous efforts at manufacturing a stethoscope using bits of car windshield washer tubing and plastic bottle caps or the rubber insulator from an old TV.
This amused me for a while but then I started to follow my chosen career path in electronics, I became focused and tried to forget about heart beats, stethoscopes and big buttons. I almost went to see a shrink about it but didn't. Having gotten to the top of my chosen electronics field, I settled down a bit. I changed jobs a few times, moved to London and started to be interested in ekg equipment.
Could I full fill my boyhood dream of being hooked up like Elliot? Only through the power of Ebay was this possible. Now at the age to 37 38 at the end of the month I'd like someone to share this with. Its been a very lonely life. Sure I've had girlfriends, even got engaged to one, but I don't think its the same as finding someone who loves heartbeats and or cardiology in the same way that I do.
As far as I can see there are no dating sites for folks of our disposition. Post a new comment Error. We will log you in after post We will log you in after post We will log you in after post We will log you in after post We will log you in after post Anonymously. Post a new comment. Preview comment. Post a new comment 24 comments.