I have no memory of receiving an enema as a child. I suppose it's possible that I got one when I was too young to recall. My mother was a suppository giver, but I never really cared for them. It felt to me that they burned in my rectum. Perhaps she didn't shove them up far enough.
There was always a rotating supply of fleet enemas in the bathroom cabinet though. So I knew someone was using them.
One day when I was perhaps 10 years old I faked a stomach ache to stay home from school. I did that a lot. It was a trick I learned from my sister. Mom had had enough, given her suspicions of my malingering. She came into my room brandishing a fleet mineral oil enema saying "the doctor said we should try this to clear up that tummy ache." She was quite gentle about trying to roll me over on the bed, getting close to being able to insert the thin nozzle. I put up a royal fuss, thrashing around and working hard to stay facing up. I remember holding the waistband to my pajama bottoms tightly as mother tried to slip them down. After a few minutes she abandoned her attempts to initiate me in the wide world of enemas. Upon leaving the room she said "well, you best 'make stinkies' soon."
My mother had to know I was already anal erotic. She'd caught me red handed inserting random objects on numerous occasions. I was caught off guard by her "offer" of an enema. I think I resisted to avoid embarrassment and so as not to reveal an expression of enjoyment in the enema. I'm amazed that I didn't get a spanking, but I like to believe that mom didn't want to leave me with a negative enema experience. I tend to believe she found enjoyment and relief in those fleets in the bathroom cabinet.
I was perhaps 13 or 14 when I snuck one of those fleets and used it on myself per the package instructions. I was giddy with anticipation and delighted by the sensations. I hid the bottle and refilled it with tap water to use it time and again. I was afraid I'd be confronted if I used numerous fresh bottles.
I found her 2qt combination bag when I was about 15. That opened up a whole new world inside my colon.
So started with self administration as a teen and have flown solo ever since. I dream of sharing enemas with a partner some day. Ah, but to dream.