Did anyone know, see or hear their dad get an enema?

In our household my mom, aunts and grandma seemed well experienced and versed in the use of enemas. I am curious if anyone else’s dad had enemas? Did they ever talk about it, or did anyone know, see or heard their dad get an enema? In our household my wife used enemas from time to time, I less so, and my son never.

I must have been oblivious to it beforehand but when I started getting enemas at age 9/10 I started to notice clues that it wasn't just me getting enemas. The morning after my enema, I'd see the enema bag and hose hanging in the bathroom to dry but noticed the nozzle had been changed from the one used on me. There were other clues as well, the Vaseline jar was sitting on a different shelf from the previous night, dad's PJ bottoms were left in the bathroom. I assumed mom was giving dad the enemas but I don't think mom took/got enemas herself.

I know my mom gave herself enemas from time to time but I have no evidence that she gave them to my dad, or that he did it himself. If they did enemas together they were very discrete about it. And when mom gave an enema to me or my sister, if dad was home he would find some excuse to be someplace else, like in his basement workshop.

No

Mom and Dad gave each other enemas, but from what I recall not near as often as mom gave them to us kids. Enemas were a regular occurrence in our house back in the 50's and 60's. Because we had only one bathroom, enemas were always announced to give everyone a chance to use the toilet before the festivities were started.

I don’t ever recall seeing mom or dad give each other enemas. For one thing, mom hated getting an enema herself, having overheard grandma giving her an enema a few times. It was obvious, she didn’t like the procedure one bit. Many years later, after I was married, my wife and I didn’t hide the fact that we gave each other enemas from our children. Because we wanted them to feel comfortable with the process when they needed an enema.

My Mom took at least weekly enemas, and gave them to me at about the same rate. I only recall a few times my Dad had an enema. His weapon of choice was Ex-lax. Every time my Dad had an enema he would complain about the amount, cramping, etc...my Mom would scold him saying that I could almost take as much volume as she was giving him and I was a much better patient!

My dad was the enema giver in my family. It was just me and my dad. Never really knew mom. She split when I was maybe three.

I was around seven when I got my first one from dad. I hated it, but when it was all over and I had calmed down my dad took one too, to show me it was no big deal, just something that occasionally needed to be done. After that I was okay with getting an enema when I needed one.