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Date Posted: Saturday, August 31, 2013, 08:03: am
What I remember vividly.
1). Yes, the soapy smell that gave me butterflies in my stomach knowing I was about to get an enema.
2). The memory of when the enema was given. It was usually given after my evening bath as I was still unclothed.
3). Those times when mom would find stained undees in the dirty clothes basket and be washing them out in the sink telling me I would be getting an enema soon.
4). Those moments when I was caught holding or straining sitting Indian style on the floor and mom would be going to make the enema solution to clean me out.
5). When I would be taking my evening bath and mom would come to the door and tell me to try to go potty as she would be making an enema if no results where found.
6). As I sitting on the potty, mom would enter with an 8oz light blue enema already filled and a mason jar filled with more of mom's home made family secret enema solution. She would place it on the sink and leave.
7). As I was sitting on the potty, I would be starring at the enema trying my best to relax and push to be able to go so I would not have to get an enema. I would imagine that enema smiling back at me knowing good and well it was going to find a home inside of me soon.
8). Mom coming in and lifting up off the potty, putting the lid down, sitting on top of it, I would start crying and begging her. She would lift me up over her knees and squeeze the first bulb into me as I tried to kick my legs and reach back to stop it.
9). My song was "get it out, I gotta go, I gotta go, get it out.
10) I remember laying over moms lap trying to hold the solution in knowing she would be giving me a second bulb.
11). I remember vividly mom refilling the bulb and hearing the slurpy sound as she would be scimming the top of the water to get more soapy solution into the enema.
12). I remember the times as I was older and was able to fight back a little that mom would call my two older brothers in to help hold me over her lap. One would hold my arms down so I would not be able to reach back, the other would hold my legs down so I would not be able to kick. Mom would have full access and how easily that enema always went into me regardless of how much I strained my cheeks to stop it. After the first bulb, the second went in with no problem. I would always sing my song, "get it out get it out, I gotta go."
13). My brothers would tease me about my song later and for the longest time. Sometimes they would get me in trouble by telling mom I was caught holding or straining when I wasn't so that mom would give me an enema so they could hear me sing my song and tease me later.
14). I received enemas from as younger than 4 up to 12 years old from mom.
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