What you get from life is what you ask, and what you do not get is what you do not ask ! Asking may be beyond our capabilities, or may be within…
I have been divorced for ten years now, and married for a much longer period. I never dared tell my wife the word “enema”.
I have been on enemas for a very long time, and I came to realise by myself that enemas had an almost instant effect on colitis (IBS as they now say). I have been suffering from colitis crisis since I was a teen, and no remedy could do any better that bring me back to normal within two days, sometimes three days. A coupler of enemas, and it is gone ! I told my MD, who was not enthusiastic , although he admitted the possibility for “purely mechanical reasons”… well, I do not mind the reasons : it just works with me.
As a married man, I used to do it solo, and never dared telling my wife.
After the divorce, I had three girlfriends, and am still a happy man with the third one. I made the decision that no matter was shame as long as you are just yourself and do not attempt to destroy the other.
So came the opportunity after a few months of a nice relationship to ask the first one if she would assist me in taking an enema. No problem : she did not know exactly what it was, but understood very quickly, and we never had a problem with it. Same with second and third.
Why should assistance be a problem between loving people ?
Guess what ? Two of them told me without any suggestion from my side that they would welcome the idea of “adding some fun” and make it both a remedy and a game ! 66% positive result.
One of them noticed that I was more “efficient” after she gave me an enema, and explained it because of the effect on the blood circulation in my colon. She is a scientist sa maybe she is right !
I have to admit that only one of them agreed in receiving enemas : on one occasion when she had no BM for a few days and complained about it , I told her that instead of her usual and apparently not so reliable laxatives, she could try an enema. Because we had to leave for holydays the next day, she finally (reluctantly…) agreed, and I understood she was afraid of it, although she had performed them on me on quite a few occasions. She had it and she realised that it caused no pain and was efficient. Next time she suffered constipation, she asked for one, and so on. She never had pleasure with it, but she was one of the two who had fun with giving mine…
I am know in my late fifties, these girls were the same age as myself, high education level, not the kind who believes everything just because it comes from a male !
That is it. If I did not dare ask the first one, I would have been left a solo player for all these years.
Just ask. Take time. If she loves you, she will not say no. If she does not, you will not miss her a lot.
The fact is I was not cheating my girlfriends about IBS. By the way, IBS is a painful situation, and it made periods of my life rubbish : at least I have compensation now !
Good luck to all of you, and always be honest : if she understands you screwed her, you may loose someone you care a lot : is it worth it ?