So, disappointed that I find no responses to my last posting. None the less, I forge onward. The last few days have given me leisure time, alone, and that, as so often happens, leads to enemas and memories and, maybe, insights.
Just finished two two quart plain water clean outs. Not intended to be erotic, and so only slightly so. Mostly a quest to take the full two quarts comfortably and to enjoy the relaxation and flat tummy that can result. And so it was.
The memories this time hovered around the phrase "No, Mommy, I'll be good." I wonder if anyone reading this post has such memories. Another phrase from me was "PLEASE, Mommy, don't use soap!" And her response was usually "I need to get the badness out of you." Anyone have that experience?
Of course, as a cradle Roman Catholic, that was all the rationale that I could register, no matter how WRONG I may have felt it to be. Though I was entirely stopped from even registering the feeling to myself, let alone verbalizing it to Mommy Dearest. And when the police responded to the neighbor's complaint of loud noises from my house (not "home" 😉 dismissing it as a boy (teen at the time) "just resisting his enemas.")
Back in those days, the Fifties, life was pretty cut and dried. Change was not a value nor a perceived reality. If it was suspected, it was suspect. Eisenhower was president forever, and Prius XII had the last word: from GOD.
So, why was Mommy Dearest hosing out my youthful hole? What was the "badness" she must exorcise? For me it was 'talking back' or more generally not being perfect. After all, I was "not like the other boys." (HA!) And I was destined for the RC priesthood.
As I type this I wonder how many fellow zity.biz folds can relate to it.
I have been reading a book titled "Irritable Hearts." Subtitle: "A PTSD Love Story." Lots of detail, and the insight for me is that it explains to me why for most of my life I have been dead from my knees to my navel. Yes: no sensation whatever. And why I have been, until recently, emotionally numb. Really numb: no feelings except suicidal ideation and the experiences that led to that.
Bottom line: I wonder if any old timers can relate.....
Heading off, now, after a couple of Vodka hits, for one last round of clean out. (And happy to say that the inflow and outgo are working in an essentially non-erotic mode. Approaching my goal; I am gaining sensation in that formerly dead zone form knees to navel. It is amazing to have a dick!
Thanks for reading. Responses are welcome.....
Chuck
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