I don't remember ever having an enema as a child, however on two or three occasions witness a brother and sister recieving enemas with a small red bulb syringe.
Another time after hearing my mother tell my fathers mother that she could borrow her 'enema' to treat my grand fathers constipation.
I did not know the term enema, but understood what constipation was. Putting 2+2 together realised that grandfather was going to get a 'squirt', my name for the enema, up his bottom to make him poop.
My mother handed over a cardboard box with Continental Bulb Syringe printed on it. I realised this was not the same thing used on my younger brother and sister.
Next time i visted my grandparents saw the box in the glass bathroom cabinet next to a jar of glycerine suppositries.
Sneaking a look found a small bulb with two separate hoses and a few other items.
As a Girl Guide was checking the requirements for a home nursing badge.
One assignment was to prepare a tray in case the visiting Dr wanted to give an enema.
Along with instructions to prepare jugs of hot and cold water, grated sunlight soap, a jar of Vaseline, and a higginson syringe, was a diagram of the higginson syringe with the two hoses attached to each end of the bulb.
Now I knew what that strange contraption in my grandparents bathroom was for.
Now I was really curious. I began to experiment squeezing water up my bottom with old plastic makeup tubes while in the bath, which did not hold very much. Liking the feel looked forward to the time I could try a real soap enema.
As a nursing student the tutorial on enemas an suppositories inspired me to see if my mother still had the syringe. I was actually disappointed when the tutor sister said she was only joking when she had asked for volunteers to receive an enema.
Later in my training a girl in the class a head of me quit because amongst other things was sick of giving enemas and suppositories which I realize were reserved for the second year students. She did not know she was talking to someone who could not wait to be able to administer these same enemas,or that I gave them to myself.
I was really amazed when one ward sister instructed a nurse to push the tube high up in the colon and inject a large amount of water.
Now I am able to hold the obligatory two quarts.
From the talk of one or two girls after the class at least one was probably brave enough to offer her bottom for the demo.
Soon after I rummaged thru my mothers drawers and was rewarded with the wonderful find of the enema syringe wrapped in a pair of silky panties.
Shaking with excitement prepared my first enema and injected about three cups of soapy water. I loved it so much that it was only the beginning of a life long affair with enema syringe.
All of this happened in New Zealand where I born and bred. However I don't remember anything about enemas outside the family.
The enema syringe was the kind that can be pulled apart and seemed to be superior quality to the ones I use for my current enemas which often have alot of back wash.
Would love to find a better quality Syringe.