This is a fascinating thread and I’ll throw in my two cents based on my experience.
Like many of you I was born in the 50’s. There were 4 kids in the family, the first 2 were born during WW 2 and the second 2 (me being #3) were born in the mid 50’s. My parents were married just before America entered the war. My father was already in the air corps when war was declared and because of these circumstances they didn’t really live as a married couple until the end of the war. My oldest sibling was conceived before Pearl Harbor and my second sibling as a result of military leave in 1943.
My parents never talked about this and I never dared to ask, but it appears that when they actually lived together on a regular basis after the war they found out that they were seriously incompatible, a situation that grew into full scale hatred over the years. How I and my younger sister came about is a mystery. Anyway, by the time I was old enough to remember, my parents did not speak to each other except in case of emergency and would never go into the same room at the same time. They certainly did not share a bed. Believe me, it was no fun. The house was filled with tension 24/7.
My father was Catholic (my mother not). And back then this meant no divorce. They finally did divorce when I was 15 much to my father’s displeasure.
Oh yeah, this is supposed to be about enemas…. My mother had a combination fountain enema/douche which she kept in a closet. I found it and you can guess what I did with it. I know that my mother used it because of the condition it was in when I used it. I know that she did not have either vaginal or anal sex, her only sexual activity must have been with her douche. For several reasons I’m sure she could not have had a lover (primarily because she practically was a prisoner in the house and was not allowed use of the car).
I don’t remember my mother ever giving me an enema though I’m sure she must have. I kind of picked up the habit on my own.
I think the point I really want to make here is that there must have been many disastrous marriages back then and divorce was far, far, far less common than it is today, especially for Catholics. So the 50’s and 60’s may be the golden age of enemas partly because of this. Why did every drugstore have such a good selection of rubber goods?
I hope this contributes to the discussion.
Funny story to wrap this up…..
My sister and I lived with my mother after her divorce, my older brothers had long since moved away. When I was maybe 17 or 18, my sister, mother, and I were sitting around the dinner table and the discussion turned to her marriage. Smart ass that I am, I tried to ask my mother whether she ever had oral sex with my father without asking point blank. I talked around it using scientific expressions and so forth.
“What in the hell are you talking about?” Asked my mother.
My little sister blurted out, “did you ever suck his cock?”
My mother exploded in rage. My sister and I still talk about this.