@sse4fun said,
This likely was an aspect of a “high enema” that became more common after the demise of the old 3H or HHH enemas that we fondly refer to or fantasize about.
I got my first 3H enema from my RN grandmother the summer I turned nine. Up until that day, whenever my siblings and I received an enema from our grandmother or teenage aunts, it was always done laying across their lap. Being summertime, we’re for the most part, naked with a few exceptions. They always used an adult rectal nozzle, holding it in place during the inflow and while holding the enema, before being allowed up. We always got two enemas, occasionally three. The first was a one quart soapy enema, and the second was a 1¼ quart salt and baking soda rinse enema. The third, if needed, was a repeat of the second enema.
Before my first 3H enema, grandma explained everything she was going to do. Telling me it wasn’t going to be easy or comfortable, because I was going to get a couple of two quart enemas. Then she got out a long colon tube, telling me how it was used. That it would help make taking the larger enemas easier, then handed it to me. I looked at it, asking, “how far does it go?” She replied, “it goes all the way inside you.” She explained, as we get older our bodies change and we need to adjust to the changes. So, she was going to change our normal routine enemas. They would be go from one quart to 1½ quarts, and for the next week, the girls would be giving us a 1½ quart rinse enema in the evening before bed.
When she finished her explanation, she described the position she wanted me in, which I now know as the knee chest position. Once in position, she did a DRE with her finger and a lot of Vaseline. When she removed her finger, in went the 18 inch red colon tube. She slowly worked it in, as far as she could, before starting the flow for a moment then stopping. Pushing forward with a twist, then pulling back. More flow. Pushing forward again with a twist. Repeating the steps over an over, moving it further and further up my colon. It went on like this, until it was completely inside me. Boy, did that ever feel different! She used a little less than half the two quart soapy enema doing this. Once it was totally inside me, she let the flow run slowly, stopping only when I complained. Letting me rest a moment before restarting the flow, until the bag was empty. From start to finish, the two quart soapy enema took maybe fifteen or twenty minutes. My colon was very full, making my stomach sore. I had to hold it for five minutes, which were the longest five minutes of my life, before she let me go to the toilet.
The second enema with salt and baking soda was another two quarts, however, this time she used a long curved douche nozzle in place of the colon tube in the knee chest position. Running the flow very slowly, taking ten or fifteen minutes to empty the two quart bag. Once in, it was another five minutes hold time before being allowed to get up. In total, it took grandma around an hour and half to give me my first 3H enema. My brother was next, then my sister, both getting their first 3H enemas that afternoon.
The next evening before bedtime, grandma had mom’s teenage sisters give us a 1½ quart rinse enema using a long curved douche nozzle and hold it for five minutes before being allowed up. Once we’re finished on the toilet, it was in the large shower for a bath, before being sent to bed. The evening routine of a 1½ quart rinse enema and shower from our teenage aunts before bed, continued for a week, before returning to a new normal.
The 3H enemas were repeated by grandma every summer vacation afterwards, until I was sixteen. The only things that changed during that time were the enema bag and colon tube she used. First she changed from a two quart open top to a 2½ quart closed top bag. Then it was from the 2½ quart closed top to her three quart pumpkin bag and a 24 inch colon tube. It was the only time my siblings and I were guaranteed an enema from our RN grandmother, even though she’d taught us personal hygiene as preteens. Afterwards, the first week of summer vacation, grandma gave my siblings and I a 3H enema, until we each reached sixteen.