I was part of the ”Compliant contingent” here who accepted my parents decisions.
Life in the 1950s in Ohio was actually pretty simple back then we had one rule:
“Parents are the adults and adults make the decisions and children are to do as they are told…or else”
Temper tantrums, Sassing, use of foul language, fighting with your sibling, refusing to take your medicine or do as you were told, along with a host of other unacceptable behaviors had “consequences”.
We didn’t have “Time outs” back them and I never remember my Mom, offering me a choice about what I wanted to wanted to do, so there was no need to waste a lot of time trying to come up with an answer.
The first enema that I got I accepted nervously as I wasn’t sure what it would actually feel like even after my Mom explained it before she administered it. I accepted it in a compliant manner and found it intriguing. When I was given a second one late in the week and was told that I was going to be getting them weekly from now on, I took it in the same non-confrontational manner. I soon found that I began to look forward to them. As I entered puberty, my compliance paid off as I had my first orgasm while getting a weekly enema.
I don’t regret a moment of my childhood, I was fed and clothed and taught the difference between right and wrong and most important of all, I learned the difference between “servants” and “parents”.
Cheers,
Jag