How uncooperative have some of us been for our enemas? When I was young and couldn't make myself go, I literally had to be pulled off the toilet (i'd grab on to the seat with my hands). After that I would clench my anus until I finally had to open up. I always made it a difficult time!
My enemas had stopped around 6, but 4 years later I had needed one more. My mom told me to go up to the bathroom, but the only resistance I put up that time was to not go and hope she would forget! Before I knew it a Fleet (that is what I was brought up on!) was being squeezed into me.
How uncooperative were you?