I grew up in a small town in the south of England. We had two bathrooms in our house and it was totally normal for all of us to be seen naked when either entering or leaving a bathroom. We didn't walk around the house naked, nor were we nature lovers. It was just that we didn't try to hide. Going to the bathroom was also not considered a private affair and i never saw the bathroom door closed regardless of who was using it. So to me, what i have described was not unusual, but natural. I naively assumed all households were like this.
My Mother was the district nurse, and the local Doctor would send patients to her for what might be referred to as routine medical issues.More about that later.
I am two years older than my Sister and unlike many siblings , we were best friends. At the time , i had no idea why, but she started being given enemas by my Mother around eight years old.
My first recollection of this was the pungent smell of soap coming from the kitchen. Needless to say i went to find out what was happening. She was boiling water and shaving a huge bar of ,what i discovered later, was a bar of castile soap into the saucepan. I asked her what she was making and she told me she was preparing an enema for my sister. I had no idea what she was talking about , and she asked me if i wanted to help her , as she was about to give it now.
The smell of soap was so strong, that my sister came running into the kitchen and said she didnt want another enema. To say i was confused would be to put it mildly. For some reason when my Mother told her i would be there to hold her hand, my sister seemed pleased and Mum told her to get ready and take me to the bathroom with her.
It was at least ten minutes before Mum arrived with a huge enamel bowl filled with a thick white fluid and, something i had never seen before, a black tube with a bulge in the middle. Later to discover it was called a higginson syringe.
She placed the bowl on the toilet seat and sat down on a stool next to it. She must have placed at least three towels across her lap and told Sis to get in the usual position. This meant it had happened before and i had obviously not been around at the time. Sis just lowered her knickers and flopped over her lap as if this was a regular occurence.Our bathroom was small so i was sitting on the edge of the bathtub and she grabbed my hand and smiled at me. I still had no idea what was happening but as you can imagine it was intriguing for a ten year old boy.
When Mum popped open a jar of vaseline and spread Sis's cheeks i was wondering what was going to happen.
She slid a vaselined finger into sis and removed it quickly, Then she started pumping the strange syringe and it made gurgling noises before the white fluid shot from it back into the bowl. Without a word she spread her cheeks and slid the nozzle into her rectum. She started to pump and sis just looked at me and held my hand. I watched as she pumped and could see the fluid in the bowl going down. On his occasion i didnt count how many times she pumped , but as i saw more and more of the enemas Mum gave, i began to make a habit of counting. When Mum stopped pumping , she told sis what a good girl she was and that she could get up and go to the toilet. Mum grabbed the now half full bowl and placed it next to the sink and then raised the seat cover for her.
This was my first experience, but was far from my last.