@Denise said,
My grandmother and mother felt that enemas were the prevent all/cure all for what ails you including correcting a bad attitude. Hence I grew up on two enemas per week (Wednesday afternoon and Saturday evening) plus an occasional bonus one.
When my siblings and I were growing up in the nineteen fifties, we normally received enemas two or three a month during the school year. Tho, we did receive enemas on a weekly basis when warranted, because we didnāt like using the bathrooms at school. We waited until we got home to use the bathroom. Hence, our constipation issues. During summer vacation, when we spent a lot of time at our grandmothers, we normally received enemas on a weekly basis. However, depending on circumstances, it could be twice a week, sometimes more. Getting enemas for constipation, being moody, having a headache, or daily enemas when we were sick in bed. The last reason listed, being true at home and grandmas.
Starting at an early age, we got our temperatures taken rectally or checked for constipation with a Vaseline covered index finger buried deep inside moving around. Something we really didnāt mind or fuss about, because it felt so good. On top of that, my siblings and I were anal erotic, making me wonder if rectal temperatures and being checking for constipation didnāt have something to do with us being anal erotic. So, by the time I recall getting my first enema, I already liked them, and so did my siblings.
In our family, as kids reached their preteens. Our grandmother, a retired registered nurse, taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility. Afterwards, the older kids got the responsibility of taking care of the younger ones. For example: Moms two younger sisters took care of us when we were little. Giving them practical experience taking care of children, including enemas and occasionally spankings, among other things. In our case, both girls not only like getting but giving enemas. And being more like siblings than aunts, the girls not only gave us but themselves enemas. As we got older, they started allowing us help give each other enemas. Something we liked doing as much as they did. But also, something grandma was aware of, having overheard her telling her daughters what to teaching us about enemas. Telling them how to handle certain things like, which nozzle to use, how much volume to give us, what position to put us in, or when to let us start give enemas.
Finally, as preteens then teenagers on our own, we didnāt think twice about giving one another enemas when needed or wanted. By the time we were young adults, the pattern of getting and giving enemas, had been pretty much set.