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Dana
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Date Posted: Friday, June 29, 2012, 01:08: pm
Observing others getting enemas in our household, when I was a child, was pretty commonplace.
During the summer, mom liked to administer the enemas out-of-doors, near the outdoor privy (we had both indoor and outdoor facilities in the 1980s). Mom would announce that "today is enema day" and we had to be ready (that meant being naked) when she called. If we were going to have an outdoor enema, my brothers would simply undress by the privy (in the summer, often they'd often wear nothing more than gym shorts) while us girls would get undressed in the house, don a robe, then meet mom by the privy where we'd hang the robe on a hook on the two-holer building.
Sometimes when mom had a real production line going for the five of us getting enemas, I'd end up sitting next to my brother expelling. We didn't think anything of that situation, even when we were in high school.
Our indoor bathroom was quite small so mom gave enemas in the kitchen and we'd take our turns expelling.
If anything good came of this, besides being very healthy, it was the fact that while other teens were boing bonkers over men's magazines, my brothers would probably take one glance and simply think "Been there ... I've seen all that." However, no one ever mentioned our family enemas.
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