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I lived in a small midwestern town with my three sisters, aunt, grandmother and mom. Dad travelled a lot and was not home very much.

Mom was a great and gentle mother. Mom also watched after our health and took care of anything we came down with. She also believed in older medical techniques and believed that constipation need to be addressed and that rectal temperatures was the best and more accurate way of taking a persons temperature.

The Rectal Thermometer

The rectal temperature was the prefeed method that mom, aunt and grandmother used to take our temperatures. They used this method until we moved out of the house. They even used the rectal method on each other when they were ill.

The first time that I remember my temperature being taken was around age 3-½. Mom placed me on the changing table and pulled my pajama bottoms down. She lifted my legs to my chest when I felt the thermometer slide deep into my rectum. Mom held the thermometer for several minutes then withdrew it and saw her hold the thermometer up to read it. At age five, I was placed over the administrator's lap. Most of the time the temperatures took place in the bedroom. Occasionally our temperatures were taken in the kitchen or living room. I didn't like that because others could watch the procedure which was very embarrassing. Mom even took my temperature in front of a her neighbor lady friends. My sisters also watched. Of course I would watcher their temperatures taken as well.

The Glycerin Suppository

Suppositories were used as preventative measure when we were ill. The suppositories used were the long type. I never liked them much as mom or my aunt would place us on our backs and hold our legs up as they inserted the suppository but not fully. They would use the pad of their fore finger to hold prevent the suppository from being expelled. After several minutes the suppository started to work and as I squirmed from the cramping the suppository would be pulled out to the end and slowly reinserted. The in and out motion made the suppository even more effective. Gas was expelled as my bowels started move which was very embarrassing. I then felt the suppository slide into my rectum followed my mom's finger. After she removed here finger she would squeeze my checks together to hold the suppository even longer. Sometimes I would cry as the cramps were really strong. After several minutes mom lifted me off the table and onto the potty chair.

Around age ten mom started using adult size suppositories which I like a bit more as they were inserted fully and was much less embarrassing.

The Enema Syringe

The bulb syringe was used as mom never owned a bag. Mom gave a very through enema which required several bulbs. The first one was a 2-½ oz. I don't remember mom using that on me however, I saw her use it on my younger sisters. The four oz syringe was used at age 3 and given on top of a table with our legs held by my aunt or grandmother.

At age seven the enema was given over the administrator's lap and usually in the bathroom. at age nine the eight oz syringe was used. We were placed on our left side on our beds as the enema was given.

I secretly enjoyed the enemas and still use them today.

I grew up receiving enemas, suppositories and rectal temps. I had chronic constipation growing up and mom used enemas as a remedy. Suppositories were used when I was sick as a preventative measure. If I didn't have a bowel movement on the third day mom would administer a glycerin suppository.

Looking at the amount of websites that sell enema equipment I think there are more ladies out there that enjoy enemas but won't admit it. I still take enemas and occasionally a suppository especially if I am traveling. I enjoy the feeling of an empty bowel. I think of the many times over mom's lap receiving an enema. I always felt a little embarrassed and at the same time a little turned on when mom spread my cheek and slowly slide the tube into my rectum. Mom always took her time giving enemas and suppositories which were always very effective.

People today would probably say that mom abused me but during the 50's and 60's giving enemas to children was regarded as normal. My enemas were never painful and mom helped with other things like homework. She was very loving and took very good care of me and my sisters.

I received many enemas growing up and a few of them are the ones that hooked me for life.

I came down with pneumonia at age 10 and spent six days in the hospital. I had a very high fever of 104 and my throat was so sore I could hardly swallow water. One of the nurses was a family friend Laura and received some extra attention when Laura was on duty.

As the days passed I began to feel better but hadn't had a bowel movement. On the sixth day found out that I hadn't moved my bowels. Laura said to me that she was going to give me an enema before my discharge from the hospital. I felt very embarrassed but at the same time sort of excited by the thought of an enema.

At 8:00 AM Laura had me get out of bed and follow her to the treatment room. Since I was on the children's floor the room had a bed, chair and small table next to the chair, sink and a cabinet above a below the sink. It also had a potty chair with a large white enameled bowel the potty chair. As Laura removed items from the cabinets she explained that she intended to use a bulb syringe and that the enema solution would be a soap water and glycerin. Laura told me that the enema would be easier to take if I relaxed as much as possible.

I watched as Laura filled a large stainless steel bowl with warm water to which she added liquid soap and the glycerin. The bowl was then sat on the small table located next to the chair. Laura then opened the upper cabinet a removed a adult size bulb syringe and I watched intently as she threaded a orange tube about 8 inches long onto the bulb. Laura also removed a jar of lubricant and large white towel form the cabinet. As Laura sat down she spread the towel over her lap and began filling the syringe. Laura squeezed the air out of the bulb a few times to make sure the all the air was removed from the bulb. Once the bulb was full she lubricated the tube and sat the syringe on the table.

Laura then told me to lay over her lap face down. Laura could tell that I was a little embarrassed and told me to relax as she has given hundreds of enemas to pediatric patients and that there wasn't anything to be embarrassed about. Once in position I felt Laura pulling my buttock apart and the tube slowly inching its way into my rectum. Laura explained that the tube was only partially inserted until some of the solution is administered then she would insert the rest of the tube. Laura told me she was giving me a large high enema to relieve my constipation. I then felt the warm solution entering me and the tube slowly inching further into me. At first the enema felt good and I was a little excited by the feeling of the tube deep inside my bowels. After 5 bulbs I began to feel really strong cramps and told Laura I had to go really bad. Laura told me to take deep breaths as she had to give me three more bulbs. I panted as she slowly squeezed the remaining enema into me until I thought I would explode. Finally, she had me sit on the potty chair and I exploded the contents of my bowels into the bowl. After I was gone Laura told me that I certainly needed the enema and was going to give mom instructions to give me another enema tomorrow.

I will never forget the enema Laura gave me.

There were several young families living around the neighborhood I lived in. One of my best friends was Sally. We like going to the park together. In the 50's no one worried about children walking a block away to the park. Sally and I often played in the park. The park had several ponds and many ducks lived there. We would take stale bread and feed the ducks which at age 6 was fun.

One day Sally and I were the only kids in the park and we were playing in the play ground that had a merry-go-round, a large sandbox and small swings. As we pushed each other on the merry-go-round Sally asked me if I would like to see her bottom. I remember being embarrassed by the question but excited at the same time. Sally and I knew that we got enemas at home and at age 6 I even started to play with my bottom privately.

I looked at Sally and asked where could we go so no one would see us. Sally said "let's go underneath the merry-go-around no one would see us there." I agreed and we crawled under the merry-go-around so nobody could see us. I was very nervous hoping no one would notice us.

Sally said "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." I didn't know exactly what that meant but agreed. Sally then knelt down and loosened her belt and lowered her jeans reveling her white panties. Sally then leaned over a crossbar and told me to lower her panties. I nervously lowered he panties to her knees. Her small white buttocks looked soft. Sally then placed her hands on her checks and spread them apart reveling her brown anus. It was all I could do looking at her very private area. She then told me to put my finger in her hinny. I couldn't believe what was happening. This was the first time I ever saw anyone's anus much less inserting my finger into a rectum. It felt really warm and soft as I slowly pushed my finger into her rectum. Sally moaned as I moved my finger I and out of her rear. After a few minutes Sally said it's was my turn.

I very nervously lowered my jeans as Sally pulled up her panties and jeans. I turned around and as I did I felt Sally pulling my panties down exposing my backside to her. She then asked me spread my cheeks. I felt so embarrassed as I saw her starring at my brown anus. A few seconds latter Sally's finger slowly entered my bottom. She told me that it really felt nice as she moved her finger in and out of my rectum. Sally said it reminded her of her mother giving her a suppository. After a few minutes I pulled my panties and jeans back up and crawled out of the merry-go-around. We never said anything to anyone what we did but a few years latter we did give each other glycerin suppositories as we played doctor or sometimes on of us was the mother taking care of her sick child.