I would say I was a little scared.
I actually DO remember my first one better than I ever let on before.
I was raised by my father. Don't even know if my mother is alive.
She left me with my father for what was supposed to be a routine weekend "shared custody" visit, when I was 3 and never returned. When he tried to take me back to her apartment, it was empty.
Since there was a state line between the apartments, and my mother was a legal resident, but not a citizen, the legal issues of having her parental rights terminated and getting sole custody got waaaaay more complicated than they ever should have. His falling out with his own mother didn't make things any easier.
As things were coming to a head in the legal system, it was a stressful time for both of us, and I got constipated.
He considered a "children's" Laxative like Fletchers or something, and just decided that it was too slow, and too rough, it would be better to just give me an enema and get it over with. I was only 4 so he knew it was not going to be that easy.
He also was determined not to make it any harder for either of us than it really had to be.
He had "borrowed" this old 4-oz red bulb with a black child-size nozzle from his mom when he was 7 and never given it back.
H just sat me down, and got me calm, let me have my favorite stuffed animal, and he explained, "You haven't gone poo in two days, that's not good, but you just tried it, and nothing came out. I think you are at a point where it needs a little help." He put the empty enema bulb on the table between us, and said, "The way we help it along is called an enema. That is the thing that is used to give an enema to children your age. It's OK to touch it. I'll clean it again before we use it, so don't worry. He handed it to me. I looked at it and squeezed it. No water in it yet.
He said, "Do you know how it works?" I just shook my head "no" He said, I will mix up some solution that will help you poo. It will be mostly water, with some soapsuds. Same thing you take a bath or wash your hands with, and a small amount of a drug called 'Epsom Salt.' I will then have to find a place, not too far from the toilet, where we can do this. I think we should use your bed, because that's the best place for you to relax. You have to take off your shoes and panties, and lie down in a position that is not real comfortable. I'll help you with that! Then, I have to squeeze this red part up real good, put the black part into the solution that I mixed up, and then let it pull the solution up into the bulb. I will have to stick the black part into your bottom. The whole reason for that black part being there, and being that long is so that it reaches far enough up inside your bottom that you can't keep it out. It goes above the muscles you can control. For that reason, it is very important that you not resist, or try to push back. just relax, and let it happen. If you try to fight it, or keep it out you are only making it harder for both of us!"
I asked him, "Is it going to hurt?"
He said, "I'll work hard to be as gentle as I can, and if you relax, and just let it happen, it should not hurt too much. I can never be sure that it won't hurt at all, sometimes it does, sometimes not. but you are the one who controls whether it hurts a lot or a little. If you don't fight it, it won't hurt much. I'll be as gentle as I can, and hopefully it won't hurt. All I can say is, if it hurts a lot, one or the other of us made a boo-boo. If we both do everything just right, it either won't hurt at all, or will hurt only a little and only for a moment."
I said, "Have you ever gotten this done to you?" I said, "Grown ups take enemas in a different way. we often have to put them into ourselves. You know that big Hot-water-bottle I use when my knee gets really bad?" I said, "yeah." He said, "Well that comes with a set of hoses and clamps and some nozzles that are bigger and made for grown-ups. I have to fill that whole thing with fluid, and hang it from the ceiling. I usually do that when you're with Grandma."
He then got out his 3-qt hot water bottle, filled it with water and held it up to his tummy. He then held the bulb up to my tummy, and said, "See what grown-ups go through? Grown-up enemas always hurt!" I said, "Did Mommy ever do that?" He said, "More often than I do! She did it too often! Don't know if it was safe to do them as often as she did!" I just said, "OH!" He said, "Anything else you want to ask?" I said, "Will I ever have to take a grown-up enema?" He said, "You can never be sure, some day you probably will but not for a long time!" I said, "How long?" He said, Not until sometime after you start needing a bra, so don't worry about it now. It'll be OK when the time comes!"
"When I stick the bulb in you, it will feel a little weird, but should not hurt at all. When I do that, I want you to just relax, I will wait a moment, and I have found it helps if you take a deep breath. Then breathe in, hold it for a few seconds, and breathe out. I will start squeezing as you breathe out, and I'll take it slow. That's when you need to talk to me. You'll get a little fullness, and possibly a feeling like you have to poo. If that does not happen right away, it'll happen fairly quick. I have to get as much into you as I can, hold the bulb like it is, and pull it out. I'll put it back in the fluid, and do the same thing again. I'll keep doing it until you tell me you can't hold any more. Then I'll stop. Then will com the hardest part for you. You will feel like you have to poo, then not, but you will have some fullness, and then feel like you have to poo really bad again. This feeling will keep coming up and going down. You will get to a point, after a few minutes where you feel like you have to poo all the time, sometimes, stronger, sometimes not so strong. When it feels like you can't hold it any more, get off the bed, run to the toilet, and get on the toilet as quick as you can. You will get a large watery poo just as you sit down, and several more over the next 20 minutes or so. Talk to me, and let me know how you are feeling, and I'll have to know how much is coming out. When you're all done, I'll have to figure out if we will have to do it again."
I said, "How many times will I have to do that?" He said, "Don't know, just until all the poop comes out, probably two or three, but you never know. Any other questions?"
I said, "No!" and he said, "OK, then, come into the bedroom and take off your shoes and panties, and we'll get started."