There's no shame in it either way.
I'll be blunt - I was shitting blood. It scared me and I didn't know what to do, but was far too embarrassed to tell anyone, knowing full well that it meant an 'intimate' examination. After drunkenly mentioning it to a mate, he said to me "Do you want to die of embarrassment?" After that I went to the doctor and found out what it was, while not what you'd call fun, an enormous weight lifted. I had piles. I could possibly have had cancer, but for the sake of worrying about something every gp probably does every day, I found out I was suffering from something 1 in 3 people have!
Since then I don't care who is checking me out!