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Charles
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Date Posted: Saturday, January 10, 2026, 12:13: am
I don't really remember the first time I got an enema, so it was probably before age 3, when permanent memories start to form.
We moved to a new city when I was 3 1/2 and I only have a few vague memories of life in the house where we lived before we moved. I don't recall getting enemas there, but I don't recall much of anything there, and what I might remember might really be my parents telling stories of what happened there.
As I said, we moved when I was 3 1/2. We lived in a house on a cul de sac until I was almost 8 and I do remember life at that house and I do remember getting enemas there.
I know that I've always had a problem with clogging the toilet, so I understand wny mom would put me over her lap while sitting on the toilet and squirting water from her red 4 oz bulb up my butt.
I don't recall disliking the water going in my butt that much, but I remember not enjoying my head being down and blood going to my head in that position. I had a closeup view of the side of the toilet bowl, too. THAT is what I remember disliking about enemas from my mom, not the water or expelling.
There was a girl a bit younger than me, Vicky, who lived across the cul de sac. It was probably the first summer we were living there that Vicky and I went behind some bushes and played doctor. I'd see my mom in the bathroom, so I knew that boys and girls were different, but Vick was hairless down there and I remember that being different. We used a twig from the bush as a rectal thermometer, shoving it up each other's butts to take temperatures.
I don't remember this, but my mom told the story that after we played doctor, we went to my house and I asked my mom about giving Vicky an enema. My mom said NO, of course and that was that. As I said, I don't remember suggesting an enema for Vicky, but it was one of those "cute stories" that parents would bring up from time to time.
I don't know how many enemas I got from my mom over the next several years, but eventually I was given a choice of an enema or a white stool softener called, I think, Xymenol, and, even though it tasted awful, I preferred gagging it down rather than going over Mom's lap.
We moved when I was almost 8 and I have no memories of Mom giving me enemas in the bathroom at the new house. She kept that 4 oz enema bulb and when I got old enough to be left alone, I'd sometimes use it on myself as a masturbation aide. I figured out masturbation about age 5 or 6 and spent the next several years getting lectures about how God Does Not Want You To Play With Your Penis, a idea that made no sense to me at age 6 and still makes no sense in my 60s.
Enemas were never punishment for me. I never got a spanking and an enema. I probably was cranky from tummy troubles or I'd clogged the bog recently when I got a ride over Mom's knee.
The OTK position might be great for spanking and as a spanking is supposed to cause discomfort to the spankee, having blood rush to the kid's head can be just another unpleasant aspect of the spanking. Having the anus elevated above the colon helps with getting water to where it needs to go, so I understand why I was inverted to get an enema.
But I have to wonder if my mom had used another position, lying on my left side, diaper, kneeling on the floor or over the side of the bathtub, if I might have not minded the enemas as much. I'm not saying that I would have enjoyed them as a child if I got enemas in another position, but I think it is significant that 60 years later, what I remember disliking about getting an enema from Mom was the blood rushing to my head, not the water going into my butt.
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