Would my life be different if I ....?

I often wonder if my life would have turned out differently if I hadn't become so interested in enemas at an early age. Perhaps I would have pursued other items of interest? Found other, perhaps more productive interests? Or maybe I wouldn't be as interested in so many different things, disciplines, pursuits, etc? Would I have married a different woman? Lived somewhere else? Had different hobbies? Have any of you wondered the same thing? I'd like your thoughts.

Yes, I’ve often wondered if my passive and submissive sexual impulses were the product of the intense confusion and sexual arousal, coupled with maternal nurturing and affection, that I experienced on being given enemas. Would my sexual life and my temperament in general be different if I had never received an enema? Or could it simply be that my childhood reactions to enemas were the anxious and uncomprehending expression of a native anal eroticism?

I don’t know and I suppose it doesn’t really matter. But it’s an interesting thought—what might have been…….

Geese I never thought of anything being all that big a thing to be life-altering she says in a room surrounded by hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of model kits. She won't live long enough to build them all. But there MINNNE! I TELLLS YA MINE! Some are rare others pretty others one-offs others rare imported at great expense from Italy and Indonisiia no shit I did that and THERE MINNNNNNE! Obsessed with something no not me. MINE AND YOU CANT HAVE ANY OF EMM! SO you CANIIGIT. No one obsession can be life-altering.

She looks up down her lip quivers. Like I would have spent the money on cosplay crap and eating out anyway so well .Mine! I have some expensive enema nozzles I like to pop up my arse and shoot out as well. I could have bought more models with that money, sort of regret that. Or some dildos.

Great topic! I never thought of this but the answer for me would be yes. My life changed completely both from a hospital stay and upbringing while growing up. I was masturbating for as long as I can remember. Had these events not happened, I probably would have been more prudish and certainly not as sexually adventurous through my whole life!

I am what I am and a product of my upbringing. I suppose that I could have made some other choices, but circumstances certainly influenced outcomes. In hindsight, I really have no regrets and have thoroughly enjoyed many different adventures. As far as enemas are concerned, they have been a very positive adjunct to my physical and psychological well being. In terms of an investment of time and energy, I suppose it's possible that I may have made a few more bucks, caught a few more fish, got a little more sleep, more time in front of the TV, hit a few more golf balls on the range, or killed some more time and effort out in the yard.

The bottom line is that I enjoyed every minute after I got beyond the contention with mom, grandma, my pediatrician, and succumbed to the "magical virtues of the enema". Those medical/health texts of old, sure alleviated many concerns and enlightened me to a simple procedure and pleasure. My otherwise "normal existence", has been quite a blessing!

@sse4fun said,

I suppose that I could have made some other choices, but circumstances certainly influenced outcomes. In hindsight, I really have no regrets and have thoroughly enjoyed many different adventures. As far as enemas are concerned, they have been a very positive adjunct to my physical and psychological well being.

My siblings and I were anal erotic from as far back as I can remember. In the forties, fifties, and sixties enemas were commonplace, and used for a variety of different reasons. From the beginning, my siblings and I, didn’t mine getting enemas. Because frankly, they felt good, so we never really put up much of a fuss whenever we received one.

Then when I was six, grandma taught her two younger daughters personal hygiene and how to care for and give children enemas as preteens. Doing so, she used my brother and I as her teaching subjects for the two girls. Each girl demonstrating how to give her subject a soapy followed by a rinse enema under her guidance. Afterwards, she gave the girls the responsibility of doing our evening bath, including enemas and occasional spankings. Mom and grandma were all business when they gave us enemas, however the girls weren’t. Being preteens then teenagers, they liked to play around as much as we did. Hence, enemas became even more enjoyable than they had previously.

On top of that, being grandma was a retired nurse, she didn’t believe anyone should get upset or embarrassed about being seen naked. It was something that happened in the course of daily life, and you simply needed to put it aside. Making things easier, and a lot more fun for us growing up. For example: Our aunts giving us enemas during bath time, then getting in the large shower afterwards to bathe us. So, when they gave us enemas before our shower, not only were we naked, but the girls were too. Putting nudity aside for both us and the girls.

As we neared double digits, enemas started giving us weird feelings in our groin, making them even more enjoyable. Something that wasn’t missed by our teenage aunts. During bath time, it was easy to tell when my brother and I were turned on. However, it wasn’t as easy with the girls, but you could tell if you looked close enough in the correct spot. Especially, when they were being given an enema. Then, once we reached our preteens, grandma taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility. Opening up even more doors for us to explore, as we approached puberty.

There haven’t been any regrets, on my part, in regard to enemas. And I think I’m safe in saying, the same holds true for my siblings. And I’m including our two aunts as siblings, due to closeness of age.