It was late summer in the year of 1971. I was about to leave home for the first time, which was a major concern for my Mother, but not for me. Mom knew that I was pretty much dependent on enemas for removal of fecal waste from my body and she also knew that life in a college dorm was not conducive for the personal use of an enema bag.

Mom started giving me enemas when I was small but had pretty much stop giving me enemas three years earlier, Still, call it a Mother's intuition or whatever, somehow she knew that I was still taking them. (I thought I was being discrete by only using the bag when I was left alone at home.)

You know most Mothers have a sixth sense when it comes to knowing what their children are doing even if they are away from them.

For that reason, Mom started giving me a laxative called Ex-Lax shortly after I graduated from high school in May. I did not know what it was and thought it was just a chocolate wafer vitamin. Mom never told me what it was, but she was training my body for the eventual time that I was not going to have the privacy to indulge in my passion.

Mother would give me two wafers per day - Once in the morning and again she'd give me one right before I turned in for the night.

I did not know what these chocolate wafers were for, so I just kept right on taking my enemas every chance I got. Somehow, Mom always left me alone for several hours a day. I think she did that on purpose

Finally, came the day that I was to leave for college. Mom had packed a foot locker for me. I opened it one afternoon just to see what all Mom was sending with me. Somehow, I thought she might have bought me my very own personal enema bag, but that was not the case. Instead, I found several boxes of Ex Lax.

It now became obvious what Mom had been giving me for nearly three months.

Mom had my best interest at heart. For she loved her boy and did not want him to be ridiculed while away at the university. So, I took them into her and inquired what they were for.

Mom heard my question and sat me down to explain.

Mother told me that she might have screwed up raising me.

I was at a total loss of why she was telling me this.

I asked her clarification as to what she meant. She smiled, looked down at t he floor, and then began to speak.

Mom told me that she was sorry that she had given me so many enemas and that she knew that her actions had caused me to become dependent on them.

I listened, but then told Mom that I could still go without them.

She then asked me, "if that was the case, why was I still taking so many of them while she was away from home?"

I smiled up at her and said "Mom, they feel so good!"

Mom could not believe that I had become addicted to them for the very reason she took them.

Then, Mother, sitting across from me, said "Son, I don't want people to ridicule you while you are away. The Ex-Lax will help you to go if you get stopped up. Please leave enemas alone while you are away at school, promise?"

I said, "ok, I see."

Well, my question was answered and I thanked her.

I did leave enemas alone while I was away at school, but when I came home on week-ends, Mother always had the enema syringe laid out for me on my bed. I knew she knew that I loved taking them as much as she did. So, you might guess, I very seldom stayed away from home.

Thank you....Mother.....