Experiencing the Enema
As some of our cousins got enemas, they're down on all fours, their butt is high in the air and face is resting on your crossed arms the bag hanging on a towel bar. Or like when we were younger and we got our enemas, the administrator sitting on the window seat, laying across the administrator's lap (either mom or our grandmother) watching every move in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, bag hanging on a hook next to the window. as she takes the hose from the top of the bag, squirts a little water in the sink, rubs Vaseline on the nozzle. You only have on socks and a top, if that. Then you feel it. The bulbous tip of the nozzle touches your rosebud and with continued firm pressure, your rectum swallows the enema nozzle.
There is silence, then you hear it, CLICK. There is a pause then you feel it. You're getting an enema! The warmth starts inside of your rectum and spreads out. You are getting an enema, and you know that it won’t stop until that bag hanging above you is flat. You hear, “Be a good boy, take your enema, the whole bag.” You have no other choice. As scared as you are, you also recognize how good it feels. You really want the enema and want to be a good enema-boy.
I've posted in other discussions that both mom and grandma insisted on taking the whole enema, not a full bag but we were sure it was at least 1 quart! AND holding it for five minutes using a wind up timer or a second enema was certain! Both Tess and I used these "loopholes" on occasion to get a second enema. Mom usually said "don't fight it just take your enema" and "now hold it until the bell rings or you'll get another enema". As if fighting it would stop the water, but I didn't want it to stop! Grandma would say "I want you to take all your water". Then when the enema finished she would almost always say "Hold your water until the five minutes are up".
Tess and I at times would discuss enemas with our cousins especially during the summer vacations when they were visiting the farm and everyone knew when one of us kids was going to get or just got an enema. We came to the conclusion that our grandmother taught her daughters enemas 101! Of course there was bragging like "you won't believe how big an enema my mom gave me"! Or "I had to hold it for an hour"! Not that there was any truth to the stories.
That's why I'm still LostInThe50s