Many of us seem to discuss the same incidents over & over...

It's pretty apparent, & I have often wondered why. It's almost as if we have a sort of internal copy machine that tells us what to say. This is NOT a criticism, BTW. I'm just wondering what the internal processes are that cause us to repeat our early or significant enema events over and over, nearly word for word. Just so you know, I don't mind that--in fact it seems nice in a way, for so many of you to share the same things in the same fashion. I have several similar types of events (Ex: giving my first girlfriend enemas throughout high school). I understand some of what goes on in everyone's heads, and I know that our membership changes over time, but what drives our memories like this? I didn't have a parent who gave me enemas all the time, and I always tend to be driven more by the things I do than the things done to me, but I still have these intense memories, some of them quite a few decades old, and those drive a lot of my thinking. How about you?

They are probably indelible events etched into memory.

Much like Al Bundy’s high school football game, these are the significant events that formed our fetish. Retelling them reinforces that wondrous time when our sexuality imprinted with that event. Reliving those moments brings elation. Or we are just not that imaginative.

I have noticed the repetition as well. I wonder if in some cases it’s a result of wanting to relive the experiences in modern times but not having anyone available to participate. Would anyone want to confirm??? And please don’t think it as judging someone for repeating experiences - I’ve always taken the position “to each his/her own”. 🙂

To a child, almost everything is novel, memorable and exciting because there is no jadedness from life experience to temper the freshness and exhilaration of the new experiences.

Recalling childhood memories rekindles the pure arousal and excitement which we rarely experience as adults anymore. We are drawn to discussing the same things over and over because they rouse these strong unbidden emotions and feelings.

To add to that, the young mind is plastic and impressionable, and any notable childhood incident (whether happy, traumatic or exciting) will stick out as strong memories in adulthood....imprinting is the right description, as is noted above.

While many of those prior incidents or circumstances were quite significant, it would be wonderful to share more recent episodes where this simple procedure and pleasure was involved. The tough part, is that those opportunities become quite limited and we rely on the memories or recollections to keep us going. Consequently, we return to those fond memories when our senses were teased to the point of that ultimate release.

@Phoenix7, I agree. We don't seem to get past events that significant to us easily, if ever.

To a child, almost everything is novel, memorable and exciting because there is no jadedness from life experience to temper the freshness and exhilaration of the new experiences.

Recalling childhood memories rekindles the pure arousal and excitement which we rarely experience as adults anymore because they rouse these strong unbidden emotions and feelings.

To add to that, the young mind is plastic and impressionable, and any notable childhood incident (whether happy, traumatic or abusive) will stick out as strong memories in adulthood....imprinting is the right description, as is noted above.

We all have the same physiology and psychology. Memory is unreliable. Our brains auto-correct and then there's “Persistence of Vision”. We fill in the blanks. Remember the film “Spinal Tap”? “Playing the Hollywood Bowl was my most vivid memory”. Another band member says “ We never played there”!

For myself I have hidden what I went though as a child . It ruined my first marriage . I was talked into opening up by my second wife . And you know , It didn't hurt as much . I have been talked into relating it to a very few others and it hurts less each time . Now I have mostly let it go .

@nytwatch1 , I truly sympathize. I just want to say, I didn't intend to revive old traumas, only to enter into your thinking and understand.

For myself I have hidden what I went though as a child . It ruined my first marriage . I was talked into opening up by my second wife . And you know , It didn't hurt as much . I have been talked into relating it to a very few others and it hurts less each time . Now I have mostly let it go .

On topic, but with a slightly different focus, one way to avoid the repetition of past events (not that that is necessarily necessary) - lol…talk about linguistic anomalies…but new events/adventures seem to me to be more exciting than reliving the past. Bottom line is we should be meeting more often with those who share our kinks and - here we go again - share our kinks! Probably a bit of wishful thinking on my part…hell, more than wishful! - but something to ponder.

Just stopped by here when changing from one site {Fall out radio } to another {Just a car guy}

After sharing what happened to me , In what is now the far past , with a very few select people . It has become a bad memory instead of one of my nightmares . And it let me learn/indulge in a few kinks . {strong women} in safety .

I think that the reply to the above discussion thread from site member ‘ Uncle O ’ succinctly addresses the statement . I know his reply resonated with me . Is this ‘ site dicussion category ’ about ‘ enemas ’ ??? Yes it is and I do not grow weary of my share(s) with respect to ‘ in the beginning ’ which grew out of my childhood / youth / early adulthood in-home enema experiences into a pleasurable lifelong affinity for all things ‘ enema ’ . I do not ‘ tire ’ of other members shares of ‘ similar ‘ or ’ same incidents ‘ ( over and over ) as we all ’ had to start somewhere ‘ . To the contrary , I find your ’ thread replies ’ very interesting and ‘ thank you ’ for sharing .

I get it, and I agree. However, many of the topics seem to focus on “firsts“ or “mosts.” What was our first experience with…? When did we first feel this…? What was my most…?

I don’t have that many “firsts” and “mosts” that I remember or feel they are appropriate to share. I often refer to my first time becoming aroused when being given an enema, my first enema-related memories involving family, first time as an adult when a nurse took my rectal temp, my most painful injection, etc. I guess some of the first times and most impressionable memories are stuck somewhere in my mind — and they’ll be there forever.

In our lives there are events (some good, some not so much) that we remember because they are part of who we are. Things like your first bike, first kiss, wedding day, and so on. Those memories are part of us forever. In the case of those who are here, enemas became part of our life. It is maybe notable because 90% of people do not give themselves enemas when they don't have to. We are interested in each other here because we are somewhat unique, in the minority. While most people don't care, or choose to look the other way, we are interested in others like ourselves. How did we get this way? Maybe it was choice or chance, but why did our first, or some other enema we got, have such a life-long effect on us? Yes, sometimes we are repetitive and maybe even boring, but those enemas we speak of are part of our life. They are important to us, even if to nobody else. Just my two cents worth.

There is for me a “mental space” from long ago that I am compelled to re-enact in order to validate and balance the emotions of those early enema experiences being given enemas from mom and grandma as well as in the hospital as a youngster. Describing such memories may sound repetitive, but again, it's all about the mental space……… https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/215099

As was said before…

Much like Al Bundy’s high school football game, these are the significant events that formed our fetish.

They are the highlights, the “firsts” as another said, of our past fetish/kink experience. They are the memories, happy or sad, that were memorable enough that we don't forget them.

Discussing the same incidents over & over - Yup, I do that here… It's fun to relive what we like and enjoy; kind of like what we do each time get out the old enema bag, refill it, and give it to ourselves.

I would like to discuss the very early days with my brother and sister. We got into butt play at about the time we started school and just before. Never had the courage to break the subject open with them. We all left home in our mid to late teens and were still into it up into the year just before we all left home, within 15 months of each other. Now i'm the last one still on earth.

I have written some of it here, but would now really like to hear their side of it. 4 of our cousins played enema sex with us before the oldest, me entered high school. We called it the water bottle game, or “Should i go find the red bag?”

2 cousins were older 2nd cousins. The oldest girl was in eighth when i was in 2nd. She got friendly with me and brother playing like we were driving somewhere in the garage on our grandpa's, her uncle's farm. One soon abandoned the steering wheel for the back seat, o'my! That evening, after being called into the house, before they left for the evening, she whispered she wanted to play nurse with our butts. Next week end we were all over there again. While our parents visited she showed us the red bag she had snuck out of the house saying, i want to be a nurse, will you be my patients? Well, we figured if we were going to get a peak at her again, we'd be smart to play along. That all went real well and everyone got a little extra. A year or 2 later they had a similar gathering and we had some new skills of our own then. Wanting to show off, we snuck our red bag n hose out the house and showed it to her, insisting she let us give her some this time. She hemmed around, talked about school and we walked away to go find a lizard or toad to chase. She found us and agreed, saying but that she might need a little more than just a poke in the butt. We knew she liked making a game out of it and sighed, “OK”,,).

She insisted on getting it ready and took over the game. We had to each give her our butt so she could play the teacher. All we wanted to do was watch her tummy swell up. She gave each of us an anal massage, a finger wave and a minute's flow with the nozzle. Then it was time for our tests. We had to demonstrate on her what we had been shown and take further learning as necessary. She cooed for us as we did our best to repeat her examples. Then we begged her to take a half bag for the fun of it and see her tummy bigged. "OK" she resigned and gave herself to us. But insisted only as the teacher, for us to follow her every requirement for her lesson plan. She prepped another bag bulging full and hung it for her treatment. She allowed us to undress her and admire her new perk titties. And oh, she was lovely. We each gave her the butt hole massage till she moaned. Then i got to examine and carefully slide the black bone up into her. Brother was to control her flow and be quick about it. We were so excited, standing next to her naked each sporting a little boner. With maybe a pint spreading inside her, she moaned and demanded he stop, stop. She opened her secret place and helped us recognize its features. Then asked us each to dip a finger down upon her inner ridge to feel its texture. Mm,MMMmmm she let us know that felt good. From there we took turns pleasuring her ridge while the other let her water run in. Directly we heard the red bag suck dry and she cried, help me, help me. We thought she wanted to get up! But no, we had to each get a dip of bacon grease and pet her ridge till she screamed! She cussed us little farts and pleaded we not let another soul hear of our new school work. Saying further it was important for the sake of the school.

I never saw her again for another 30 years. We shook hands, as she gave me a sweet wink.

That may be because most abusers repeat the same behavior over and over!

It may not be a single incident.

That said, there is usually one incident that lives on in the victim's mind forever!

This post reminded me of a C. S. Lewis quote instantly upon reading, “I am almost committing an indecency. I am trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in each one of you - the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge on it by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence.”