My mom (lots), two from a friend's mom, ten in total during two recoveries as a child, Zen from a former girlfriend, and finally countless from my wife.
I would like to add something to the 10 enemas.
Elsewhere I wrote a post in the German-speaking part of Zity. There, a topic of abuse, including the administration of punishment enemas to children, was discussed.
In the meantime, a lot has come to light. That's good. Institutions, for example, which have morality, ethics and charity on their flags have always been at the forefront.
In the early 1960s, I had been taken to the North Sea for six weeks in two consecutive years because of my asthma. The processes of the two stays were similar. Not that I worry too much about it now, my asthma has gone away since that time. And since I plan my vacations myself, the North Sea sees me once a year.
Some things are not forgotten like: morning shower action after getting up; Alternating baths from warm to cold. The shower stalls were locked from the outside; no escape. The temperature differences and duration increased daily. Then breakfast and in wind and weather into the mudflats.
Saturday mornings before showers were given additional treatments: enemas. We were dispatched in groups of five. Get on the couches, lie on your side, something got up your ass and put the liquid in. I can still vividly remember the enamel mugs hanging on the wall. At home there were only bulbs. I do not know whether medication was administered, North Sea water or whatever. We boys suffered, the screaming was great, the nurses smirked during this procedure.
My asthma was gone, I've been doing temperature changes when showering for years, the enemas came later. Only the smirking sisters are missing.
I don't want to ridicule this; there were really bad incidents that some had to endure. Processing is correct.