My first recollections of the enema came to me about age 3, when I was taken on a regular basis to the bathroom and there experienced an enema while lying over my father’s knee. A small bulb syringe was used, and I remember the feeling of the nozzle as it entered my rectum as being rather nice, rather pleasurable and not something of which to be afraid. I remember very clearly the feeling as some sort of lubricant was applied to my rectum, and the cold hard feeling as the nozzle was inserted. The bulb was squeezed flat, and the syringe refilled several times and reinserted. I remember the feeling of fullness, and I held it in without being told to for a few minutes and was then placed on the toilet to expel the contents of my bowels. I was sometimes given the enema while lying on the sink, and once or twice on the bathroom floor. I remember having my pajamas pulled down and removed and standing there by the sink, as my enema was prepared. I was then put in the position desired, and given the enema. I remember a few times that there was actual discomfort, but the overall feeling was one of pleasure--at least for a 3 year old. I was then given a bath and put to bed following the enemas.
This went on in a sort of regular pattern until I reached the age of about 6-7. By that time, I had graduated to receiving my enemas on my bed, usually on my back with my legs raised high, and held up by whomever was giving me the enema. Another position that was used from time to time was to put me over several pillows, which raised my bottom in the air, probably making insertion of the nozzle easier. I recall that I didn’t like that position as much as the on the back one, as there I could observe all the enema preparations and I could see what was going to happen to me. I can remember fondly the anticipation of the enema, knowing what was going to happen to me, and that I would have to endure the enema and “ be a good boy”. I was a bit nervous, too, thinking that I would probably get a cramp or two that would hurt me, but I really was a “good boy” with the procedure. I also remember that I would get several enemas -- never just one. It seemed that several were required to do the job, and so I lay there, having my tummy massaged as the enema water was going into me. It felt warm; and comfortable--especially with the tummy massage.
Following the just given enema, I had to endure the holding process. This was usually based upon age—at age 10, for example, I was expected to hold in the water for 10 minutes. Another aspect of the holding time, was the getting up, and standing, and being walked around the room several times. This was done, as explained to me in later years, to get the water going down, gravity beginning to help. So, there I was—a full enema inside my tummy, and lying there for approximately 5 min, then up and walking slowly around the bedroom for the other remaining minutes before I was allowed to sit on the toilet. I was certainly ready to do that, and usually exploded in a violent movement.