I made a mistake when I was maybe 10 or so ..
My next door neighbor friend, who had got me to ask my Mother to give me an adult enema, convinced me to ask my Mother to give me a soap suds enema as well after I had heard her friend, a nurse, ask Mom what she put in my enemas when she was over drinking coffee with Mom one morning.. I heard her tell Mom that she should be giving me soap suds enemas every now and then. I, personally, had never heard of such a thing. Well, after discussing the issue with my friend, I went in and found Mom and asked her if she would give me a soap suds enema some time. Well, Mom, then, asked me if I wanted her to do it right then and there. I, of course, jumped at the chance.. Mom told me to go to the bathroom, which I did. Shortly, thereafter, Mom came in with the Ivory dishwashing detergent. She sat it down, turned on the hot water and went over to the white cabinet that housed the enema syringe, reached in and pulled the Rexall Victoria Combination syringe out.. she handed me the red hot water bottle and red hose and proceeded to check the temperature of the water. I, in turn, snapped the silver metal shutoff on the hose.. soon Mama asked me to hand her the water bottle which I did.. and she proceeded to fill the bottle with warm water. Once it was full, she picked up the Ivory dishwashing detergent and squirted some of it into the bottle as well. Then, she asked me to hand her the hose, which I did! She screwed the adapter plug into the bottle and proceeded to shake the bottle back and forth mixing the soap with the water. Meanwhile, I got out of my shorts, undies and T-shirt.. Mother hung the bottle by its bottom tab and once again walked over to the white cabinet where she retrieved the Vaseline. I began to hear a bloop, bloop, bloop sound coming from the syringe as water was replacing air in the syringe’s hose. Mother opened the cap of the Vaseline, dipped her finger into the substance and proceeded to smear a lot of the stuff onto the black douche nozzle. Meanwhile, I had assumed my knee chest position directly in front of the toilet. Mother sat down on the toilet seat, pulled on my right bootie hip and gently inserted the nozzle deep inside my rectum! I was in la la land. She, then, asked me if I was ready for my first soap suds enema.. I replied “yes, Ma’am!” With that said Mama gave me my enema. When it was all in, Mom got up and l sat down of the toilet. Mother, then, left the room. Within a very short time, I was deathly ill and was literally throwing my guts up! Mom heard me and came into the bathroom to check on me. She sat down on the side of the tub, took a bath rag, wet it and was running it over my face. It seemed like hours before my nausea abated. At that point, I did not ever want another soap suds enema. However, a couple of days later, my Mom’s nurse friend was back in our house having coffee with Mom. I went in and told her that I never, again, wanted Mom to give me a soap suds enema. She asked why? And Mother chirped in saying “that thing nearly killed Mike!” She asked Mom what kind of soap did she use. Mom told her.. Ivory dishwashing detergent.. Her friend the nurse quickly spoke up saying “Oh, No! Mary! Never use dishwashing detergent, it’s a detergent and not a soap! I recommend Ivory Bar soap or Ivory liquid soap.” Well, Mom asked me if I wanted to try that sometime, I said “I guess so” and I NEVER got sick again.. I had a great Mother!!