Did mom know the psychological impact of giving you enemas?

My mom's friend and "advisor", "Aunt Erike", sometimes told her that such an enema would also have good effects in other ways, especially with little rebellious boys. She liked to refer to these enemas as „educational and pedagogical enemas“

Odd. When I read this I would have interpretated 'educational and pedagogical' to mean as if they were meant to be a sort of sexual education in how male organs react to anal insertions and bowel flushings.

Maybe it is just my naughty mind that is giving me this slanted perspective.

My adoptive mother must have noticed that my tiny thing swelled a bit.

When she me a hot and soapy to cure my constipation.

Which did ask for.

So it was not a punishment or health related phenomenon.

It was a loving thing that we shared.

I don't know if my mother thought about the psychological impact of giving me an enema. She only ever gave me one enema when I was about five years old. I have written about that experience elsewhere on ZITY. I was naked, on my back with her holding my legs up by my ankles with one hand and giving me the soapsuds enema with a small squeeze bulb enema syringe with the other hand. I could look through my partially open legs and see her as she gave me that enema. I can't say what volume of soapy water she gave me, but I can tell you that one enema flipped my "enema switch" to the "Permanently ON" position for life. I like that enema, it felt good and I have been into enemas ever since that time. I do wish she had given me many more enemas, but it was not to be.

I can only dream of what it would have been like to be given enemas every week growing up. Those of you who got regular enemas from your mom, aunt or grandmother are very lucky.

Looking back after my first comments about the subject, I find myself more closely examining my mom's incentive for giving me enema. While it didn't arise to the level of sexual arousal, it produced a flow of endorphins that brought a change in her voice & facial expressions. One tell were the same phrases : like "you need a good cleaning out" or " I need to give you an enema tonight. before you go to bed. Then there was her need to announce her intent in front of my grandmother or aunts. The enemas were always the same; lying over a towel on the bathroom floor while she held the bag up high in one hand while holding the nozzle in place with her other, as was the look on her face as encouraged me to hold it all in.