As a child my Mom always gave me plain warm water enemas for my constipation. When I was 7 I was burned by hot coffee and was bedridden for a couple of weeks. I was was on strong antibiotics and pain killers so after several days I became VERY constipated. The Dr. recommended a soap suds enema for me. Well, my Mom had never made one soapy before, so she really did not know what she was doing. I remember sitting on the toilet trying to go as she retrieved to BF Goodrich combination bag from the hall linen closet and a pitcher from the kitchen. She was running water in the bathtub into the pitcher and mixing something into it, I could not see. When she went to pour the liquid into the enema bag it looked so white, I asked if it was milk? She said no, the Dr. ordered a soapy enema for you. Soon I was laying naked in the bathroom floor with the black bat shaped nozzle in my rectum. Almost as soon as she started the enema, my rectum was burning and I had severe cramps. I made her stop, and she thought the cramping was because I was very constipated. She started the water again, and again I cramped VERY badly and asked that she stop. My rectum was still burning and I began to taste soap in my mouth. Soon I was getting very nauseated, and I asked her to stop the enema, I was going to throw up! I jumped on the toilet and she grabbed the waste basket just as I vomited. There I was, sitting naked on the toilet, trying to push out the enema water which seemed like it was on fire, the cramps were horrible and I was throwing up everything that I had eaten in the past year! I finally expelled the soapy water and I had nothing else to throw up, so I was finally able to go to bed. I did not take enough enema water to have a BM, so my Mom call the Dr.'s office and they sent a nurse out the next day to give me a soapy enema. This was in the 1960's when they did that sort of stuff. Well the nurse shows up and shows my Mom how strong to make the enema telling her that it was too strong. When my Mom hung the enema bag on the medicine cabinet door over the sink (the top of the hanging hook of the bag was 5'-6" above the floor, I know because I measured it when I was older) the nurse scolded my Mom that it was too high for an enema. That pissed my Mom off and she said "that is where I hang it for my enemas"! The nurse said "do what you want for you, but that is way too high for a child". She made my Mom stand there and hold the bag waist high. I laid naked on the floor as the nurse inserted the nozzle and proceeded to give me all the water in the bag, stopping several times. This time I had a few cramps, but no burning in my rectum and no nausea and no soap taste. I was able to hold the enema for a few minutes and I had a good BM.
First impressions really do matter, If my Mothers soapy enema had been the first one that I had in my childhood, I would NOT be on this forum, because it was horrible!
First impressions: My wife never had an enema as a child. The first one for her was in labor and she said she had natural childbirth and the enema was the worst part of it! She quickly began giving me enemas when we married, but it took me over one year to give her one when she was terribly constipated and in pain. She still is not crazy about enemas but she is very anal erotic so I still give her one occasionally.