I guessed I missed out on Penthouse and the letters. I was a Playboy fan read it more than Penthouse. Seems that many of y'all found out via Penthouse that you were not alone in your enjoyment of enemas.
I on the other hand enjoyed them, but didn't find out I was not alone in my enjoyment of enemas until after my daughter was born. My parents didn't give me any enemas as a child that I can recall. I discovered that when playing with the outdoor sprinkler for the lawn, if I placed one of the arms at or in my anus, I could get water in me and then stuff came out. There was a small bulb syringe that I gave myself air enemas with, but not water. I have no memory of my mother ever giving me an enema. When I had my tonsils out, I don't remember getting an enema in the hospital at all.
When I got a computer I did some searches, nothing great showed up or the sites I found were quite rigid in what they had to offer. So after searching and checking I found this site some years ago.
So as far as knowing that I was not alone, that happened a number of years ago. I realized that in talking with a friend at a dog club I belonged to, she said on her wedding night she had to give herself an enema she because she felt so miserable. I am sure that was not the only reason she did it. I said to myself, if she uses enemas as a RN, then I should do the same since I enjoy them so much. There was another person who used enemas. I felt somewhat liberated in a way. I had been indulging in enemas a couple times a week, but after hearing her say that, I did it more often.
My experience has taught me that if I say something, I might get someone else to think about it. If asked I tell them I love enemas. If someone sees my equipment I will tell them I enjoy them a lot and I don't hide my enema equipment.
I found that I like things in my anus. I enjoy the water running in, I can feel if it is very warm, or cool. I also enjoy the water coming back out. I like my enemas hot, not hot enough to hurt you, but very warm to hot.
I didn't have trouble with constipation as a kid. Maybe because I was always running around doing something. Maybe if I had been constipated I would have gotten enemas. I never heard any of my relatives ever talk about enemas when I was growing up. Even my friends never said anything about getting and enema when they were younger.
I know we had a red hot water bottle on the bathroom door. It always hung there. I know that my mother douched a lot because when the bathroom door was closed, I would ask what was happening and she would reply that she was douching. I went away until she came out.