Getting busted taking an enema or your stash was discovered

So what happened at that point ,did that become a show stopper and how did the relationship change if it survived ? My case my equipment was found and that worked out very well but I would think some of us have stories.

Always a constant concern I’m pretty sure it’s still unknown by my wife but who knows

if she does know she has not said anything yet 🤷🏼‍♂️

Yes ….. it's always the cat.

I'm not sure that this can be called “busted” but my husband has walked into the bathroom a few times when I was in the process of taking an enema. No big deal though because he has given them to me, too.

Busted by my enema hating wife. ”Her butt only goes out!” She doesn’t know what she’s missing😍Her sister, a vegan and healthy procedures person gets colonics. I think her mother used enemas on them both for attitude adjustments.

The only time I can recall ever being busted occurred when I was going to take an enema while my Mom and Grandmother were out of the house. However, Mom and my Grandmother returned home unexpectedly.

You see my Mom and Grandmother were supposed to be shopping in a neighboring town not back at home.

In fact, I thought that I had plenty of time to take at least one or two enemas while they were gone. But, I was wrong. Mom had forgotten something and had returned to the house to get it.

Anyway, I didn’t hear them as they came into the house.

In fact, I had just filled her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe with hot, soapy water and was leaning over the bathtub filling a 2 quart pitcher with more hot, soapy water when Mom appeared opened the bathroom door.

At first I didn’t even notice my Mother standing in the doorway since I was concentrating on filling the pitcher and I didn't hear her opening the door from the sound of the water gushing into the pitcher!

But, when I turned to put the pitcher down and pick up the bag, I about dropped the pitcher!

Wow! I couldn't believe my eyes, there stood Mom with her hands on her hips and before, I could say a word, she called to her Mother, “Mama, you had better come in here and see what your grandson is about to do! He is about to give himself a large enema “

Anyway, Grandma, soon appeared in the door way too!

Then, my mother said “well, Mike, we are waiting. We want to see you take that big enema that you have prepared for yourself!”

I didn’t know what to do!

Mom again spoke saying “go ahead, you've got everything ready… it's only right, now, that you take that enema!”

I, knowing that I was trapped, picked up the bulging red bag and hung it on the hook that was above the toilet for that purpose. Immediately, I could hear the water as it began to enter the red hose… bloop, bloop, bloop.

I, then, knelt down into my normal knee chest position in front of the toilet. I reached for the red hose and upon finding it, slipped the black tip into my rectum.

At that time, Mom spoke saying to her Mom “Look Mom …. Mike's really going to do it!”

I looked up at her and then opened the shut-off and my enema began.

Soon, the soapy water in that bag was all in me.. I didn't move. I remained in the knee chest position rubbing my belly.

Mom, then, left her position by the door and moved toward me. She took the bottle off the hook and unscrewing the adapter plug soon had the bag again filled full of hot soapy water from the pitcher that I had previously filled. She re-positioned the plug in the bottle and rehung it on the hook above me. She patted my back saying “Mike, are you sure you want this bag too?”

I told her that I was.

With that said, she reopened the shut-off and my enema began anew.

I took all that bag to!

After the bag emptied, both Mom and Grandma said that they were impressed! And, then, they both said that they were off again! I heard the door shut and I got up off the floor, sat on the toilet and expelled my enema!

My sister's girlfriend walked in on me. She said excuse me backed out the door and left my bedroom. She was on the phone at the time with my sister. She came back in and asked if I would like some help. I said,"I don't think my sister would like that." She was still on the phone and said,"it is your sister's idea." My sister said that way when she gets home her girlfriend can concentrate on her.

My older daughter surprised me one afternoon. She was in high school at the time and came home early, unexpectedly. I was having one of my rough headache and G.I. days and had stayed home from work.

I had just hung a full fountain syringe on a clothes tree next to the bed was getting ready to lay down when I heard her coming down the hall. I hadn’t bothered to close the bedroom door; I thought I’d be alone in the house.

I had a T-shirt on, but I quickly wrapped a bath towel around my waist and sat down on the bed. Jen had seen my enema bag before, hanging in the shower or in the bathroom sink waiting to be cleaned, but this was a different sight. Lol! So, what’s a mom to do in this situation?

Jen wanted to turn around and leave right away. I could tell she was embarrassed. I don’t know why I thought of it so quickly, but I felt this might be a teachable moment between mom and daughter to let her know why in the middle of the afternoon I was giving myself an enema. This was purely medical, no fooling around.

We ended up talking at least 20 minutes or so. I wanted her to know the history of my headaches, which we believe resulted from a prior accident in my early 20s, and the chronic constipation I was having. I'd recently been diagnosed with a mild form of IBS.

We had never talked about that before. Jen only knew that occasionally I had to do the enemas. That was a lot to lay on a 16-year-old. I wanted her to ask questions, which she did. It was one of those moments that later in life we have still remembered because, as I would learn, Jen developed some of my same stress issues that affected her stomach and digestion. Thankfully, she did not develop the G.I. inflammation.

After we talked that afternoon, we agreed and laughed that she should leave while I warmed up the water in the bag and was left alone. However, that mother-daughter talk when she was a teenager opened our communication for other talks later about female medical issues she might face. She’s in early 30s now, very healthy, but she does have an enema bag, and we still chat about anything and everything. I feel very blessed.