It seemed like my Mother was forever discussing my enemas with the neighbor across the street. She would tell her that "I had to give Freddie a soapsuds enema last night because he was so constipated." Lots of times I was present and her daughter who I played with was there also. Mom would go into great detail, that I needed three and that I was such a good boy and didn't fuss or cry. I think this was done for my playmates benefit as Mary always put up a big fuss and cried when receiving hers.
Mom also told my Aunt all about my enemas over the phone. If I stayed with my Aunt and didn't preform well on the potty, I was over her lap getting an enema from her quickly. I felt like the whole world was aware when it was "enema time" at our house and I was the star.