When I went into hospital to have my first, two weeks' overdue, baby induced, I was rather immature and absolutely terrified.
What made it even worse was the lack of sensitivity. In the early stages, before I was induced and "hooked up" to all the monitoring machine, I was either shaved or examined (I can't remember which). The nurse pulled the curtains roughly round the bed but left huge gaps. When the catering staff came in with the tea trolley I felt exposed and embarrassed, but when I tried to protest the nurse said "It's all right dear, we're all girls together".
It wasn't unkindly said or meant, but it made me feel silly and powerless and it was the start of an absolutely ghastly labour in which I was too scared to make any noise in case I was told off. (When the woman in the bed next to me was taken to the delivery room, I heard her being slapped when she screamed - admittedly she was very noisy but, still ...).