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Date Posted: Monday, April 08, 2013, 07:07: pm
Same with me, I never forgot that traumatic experience!
I must have been no more than four years old. My mom took me into the bathroom, took off my pants and put me over her lap while she sat on the edge of the bathtub. Her douche / enema bag hung from the shower curtain rod.
I didn't know what to expect, maybe temperature taking, as I was used to that. I screamed when the soapy water began to flow out of the inserted rectal tip. I pleaded for it to stop and for her to take it out.
I got several daily enemas, two, possibly three, during that occurrence. I do not know the reason for those enemas but they imprinted on me.
After that enemas became a part of being sick, constipated or as a result of seeing the doctor. Mom also gave me an enema about once a month on general principles but also to keep me familiar with them. I once overheard her tell a friend that if you didn't syringe your child regularly to keep him used to it, then when you needed to give an enema he wouldn't fuss as much.
It became my habit to look in the bath tub when I came home from school to check if the enema bag was out. It was always startling to see it hanging there, drying. I'd be nervous and excited waiting to see if I would be on the receiving end of it at bath time.
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