I first received enemas from my mother. She stopped when I was six.
At eight, I started giving them to myself, so disturbing the baby sitter, who had barged into my closed room, that her mother made her stop sitting with me. Too bad, too, as she was really educational for me.
At 17, my aunt Jean introduced me to rectal bisacodyl.
At 19, my friend Lyle offered to enema me, after I told him that I *really* like them!
At 25 my nurse girlfriend offered to give them to me. She was a whole lot of fun, but, outside of such activities, we had trouble getting along, so I didn't marry her.
At that same age, another girlfriend probably would have done so, but, I didn't feel her enough for her to do that with her. For me, enemas, to be fun, has to be with someone very close to me. to me.
Finally, at 27, my wife started giving me enemas, and has given me many hundreds since :-)