I don’t know if there is any real data on just how many of us are like this, but I would guess it is less than 10%. Most people who may have received enemas as a kid, or an adult, will say, “I hope I never have to go through THAT again.” Some of us, like myself, that grew up not really hating the enemas we received have decided that the benefits or good feelings we derive from enemas overshadow the temporary discomfort. But I really don’t understand how some of you that have had traumatic experiences with enemas, such as frequent large enemas, embarrassing enemas with an audience, or punishment enemas, can continue to voluntarily submit yourself to it. Is it like an addiction? Is it like an alcoholic? Not everyone who has a beer or glass of wine becomes an alcoholic, but some do. Is it the same with our enemas? Is it in our genes? Or are we just f___ing nuts?
We like playing around in what people generally consider the dirtiest and most private of our body’s orifices. Even when naked, the anus is not visible to others unless we bend, spread, or do something deliberate to expose it.
So we pump water into ourselves until we swell up and look pregnant. We endure discomfort ranging from minor to severe trying to get more in and hold it in as it is all trying to get back out.
Then when we do let it out, it is a gush of the most disgusting looking and smelly mess you can imagine, accompanied by more cramps and lots of very un-lady like noises. And with all of the spraying and splashing it usually requires wiping down the toilet when we are finished. Not to mention any cleanup that may be required if there is an accident along the way.
And then when it is all over, we do it again! And again!