Date Posted:Monday, July 16, 2012, 06:19: pm
Being raised on the Canadian Prairies in the late 40's early 50's I was the recipient of regular enema sessions. Every Saturday morning, I got a set if three (our 'normal' enema session). This was not precluded if I had already received other enemas during the week for the various other purposes that Mum deduced. My enema session started as a consequence of a bad habit I had to overcome, but they continued until I was in my mid teens, by which time I was carrying on on my own. They were considered healthy, and Mum had no objection to me 'doing myself'.