Enemas and suppositories due to parents OCD?

Hi

I am wondering if I am alone with this experience or others might have experienced something similar?

When I was 6 my parents got divorced my dad got a new girlfriend who moved in and became my stepmom.

She had severe OCD and in her bad periods she would vacuum and clean the floors and the entire house 3 times a day (if not more often). She would change bedsheets everyday and as soon as we got home from school we had to change into clean clothes.

She would insist on watching us wipe after going to the toilet to make sure we didn’t bring bacteria into the clean rooms.

I remember getting sick - nothing serious just like a regular flu. That made her anxious. She didn’t like having us in her home when we were sick so she would make sure we showered multiple times a day.

She would watch me shower and at some point she would take over and start cleaning me so I was clean enough for her standards (which also meant cleaning of my private areas) And at some point she introduced the enema and suppositories to clean us from the inside.

I was pretty old before I realised that my stepmoms fear of bacteria’s were irrational. But up until that point I thought that enemas, suppositories were crucial to avoid getting sick.

Have anyone ever experienced something like this?

My mom I know was OCD but only mainly around my bathroom business. It was Eric do you have to go to the bathroom. She asked that over and over again. She checked my pants to make sure I had not gone in my pants. Even in front of others and in public. Yes it was so embarrassing. My friends laughed at made fun of it.. My cousins said Eric you have to go potty and laughed about it..

It got bad that my mom was always making sure I went poop. I was told to sit and try to go for hours at a time. Even a few times locked in the bathroom until I went. Most of the time I never went. So this meant a suppository or an enema to make me go. I always cried and fussed. I remember they were messy affairs. Even early in my teenage years my mom was still obsessed with my bathroom habits. I know quite odd. I think this all caused my issues going to the bathroom and made me terrified to go...

I have written on this before, but I was placed in foster care by a Doctor who knowing that I had what was called a "Lazy and sluggish bowel problem and would hold on to the point of filling my pants because I was too embarrassed to use the toilet he placed me in the care of a childless couple who he knew were both obsessed with their bowels and their need of Enemas. They were close friends of his and the three of them would often get into Enemas and Sex play so he knew that like it or not Enemas would become a major part of my young life. I was just five at the time.

@miamy I obviously did not experience anything to the scale of what you experienced. My mother was, however, somewhat germophobic. I suspect this was something of the times (late 1970s - 1980s), when books on child rearing etc. terrorized mothers about germs, about having to boil milk bottles to sterilize them, etc.

My mother would nearly boil underwear (90°C wash) to "sterilize" it. A lady friend of mine, a little younger, told me her mother would do likewise. She had a bidet installed for better hygiene of the genitals and anal area.

I had a tight foreskin. My mother was advised to have it removed and I gather she was reluctant because of the religious undertones of circumcision but was convinced that it would have to be done because otherwise germs would cause horrible infections. I think she would have been more hesitant if she did not have these ideas about germs.

A lot of my enemas and suppositories started off for medical reasons but as my mom learned more about them she fell into a natural health kick and started making different enema solutions and her own suppositories. It eventually felt a bit like some of it became to satiate the wormholes she's delve into than to help medically even though that was kinda always the upfront rationale for them.

@Miamy I only ever had an enema for constipation when I was little, but I don't think my mother was as marked as yours by compulsive disorders.