Hi…I hope everyone is doing well and happy, the most important i think. I will slightly cheat here and move the generation back one to my Grandmother who lived just a two minute walk from us in the house mother grew up.
I was the youngest of three, two sisters, Single mother was a really terrific woman who loved to hug and kiss us, dress me in sissy clothes but always boys outfits and take us to everywhere but Disneyland – only one in Anaheim back then. I was born in the early 50s.
So Grandmother seriously believed that an enema was the key to not during a flu or cold, but was an important part of the cure. We were a privileged family, Grandmother and our Grandfather were my mother's parents and had a few bucks, supported us, bought our home etc.
So mother was on one of her trips to Austria by way of NYC and /or London. She was generally gone on these trips for 3 weeks ?… I don't really remember much except getting boxes from places with dumb toys or velvet suits for me and Trachten, then folk dresses for the girls. We had a live in nanny but when we got ill or grandmother thought ---"you look pale Jamie, do you feel well" That was like a preface to the enema.
We had a Victoria brand enema with the screw on nozzles. The big one I assume douche because it had a curve, was the only one I ever saw. Grandmother would boil it on the stove with this big black handled pot of water. I had never thought of why Grandmother didn't fill the 2 qt bag at the kitchen, but she took it upstairs with the I assume hot sterilized nozzle.
I wrote about her before on Zity that she didn't want me naked. Grandmother … it seems to me that of the few glimpses in my mind and much supplemented by my six and a half year older sister, that I had a nightshirt on so i was covered a little. Well my oldest said that Grandmother put me in a white flannel nightshirt of my other sister's and after she had it washed put it folded up on the shelf in mother's Bedroom where the enema was. I don't have photos --both obviously because it wasn't a birthday party !! and unfortunately … well because many of my fellow friends here may want to see them!! I assume. Someone like my big sister or our nanny Laura would hold the bag over the bath tub while I sat on the toilet seat in my flannel knee length “nightshirt” with the oval shaped bodice decorations of tiny lace rows or pleats or something, I only recall looking down vaguely. I do remember the lace trim peter pan collar as i had those in my closet until 8 and unembellished Eton type collars till 10. While someone held the bag, kneeling and holding it with elbows on the tub ledge (all from my sister years ago telling me many things).
There was a bar of soap placed in the well of the opening and Grandmother poured the hot water over the top of the bar until the bag was ¾ or so full. The hard stopper for the hot water bottle attached and Grandmother would shake the red bag for what seemed like a long time, probably just 15-20 seconds. Then I waited it seemed. This was in 7th and 8th grades when I recall with sister's help of Grandmother's enema thing. Not my oldest sister but the one two years older got a few as well. I would get one every few months. Then the assembly happened, nozzle screwed onto the hose, top replaced with the enema one and according to witnesses she bled out the air. Oh God I forgot … the second shaking before the enema top was put on the bag, Grandmother did her whole body shake thing and then when she took the cap off the foam from the soap would come out the top — I guess she squeezed it and after all of that, a chain that was also on the enema shelf was slung over the shower curtain rod and there were two – I remembered this name when my wife said she had purchased the Bolsters for the couch or whatever.
So Grandmother called these that name …one for my head and one wedge like smaller second under my butt. Then my feet up on the two towels hung over on the tub ledge. Grandmother hung the bag off the chain and sat in between my legs on the tub so she could keep “her eye on things” fave expression. Then the Vaseline petroleum jelly in the glass jar and put it inside me. That I do not recall anything about unfortunately but i do recall her putting her finger's on the hose, to i know now control the flow.
Grandmother believed in slow. At 11-12 -13 the entire nozzle was inside me … 6" maybe? or 5"? I don't know but she made it stay in by having my butt in such a way that I was partially sitting on it. You know what I mean? like laying on my back and butt propped up enough to get it inside me, but then when my back wasn't arched i would have it like part way under me. I have successfully replicated that Grandmother enema more than a few times and it works, no pushing it back in. I just could not find the same night shirt, so i am a relatively tall person that used to be 6' but now 5'11" and shrinking by the minute, i am afraid!! LOL — but always slender, not skinny. Almost 70 my waist is 33-34 and 165. So I purchased the “big girls” XXXXX size of a red plaid school jumper with a lace trim peter pan collar blouse, knee socks and mens navy and white saddle shoes for my memory revisited enemas. I expanded that wardrobe to include outfits that were similar to my dressy ones when i was young, pieced together from different places, Laura Ashley for blouses etc.
Grandmother sometimes would give me a second one to get the “rest of the bad things out of you”
well that's it ---Jamie