I can’t say that I’m obsessed with enemas, it’s more a need I feel deep inside. This feeling started long before I was ten years old, and I didn’t understand it until puberty. I can also speak for my brother and sister, because they too, got the same feeling deep inside. They, like me, didn’t understand it, until puberty. It was something we talked about amongst ourselves, as teenagers, when we discussed enemas,masturbation, orgasms, and our sexual feelings.
Looking back now, I think the primary reason my brother, sister, an I were so open with one another, is because, our parents only had a two bedroom one bathroom house. Hence, we shared a bedroom till our mid to late teens seeing each other naked every day, with no secrets between us about our bodies. And in part, too mom giving us enemas together, from and early age. This stopping as we approached puberty, when our grandmother taught us personal hygiene. From that point forward, we were responsible for our own hygiene. Which lead to us helping one another, because of the lack of privacy in our parents small house. Being normally curious teenagers, we asked each other a lot of questions. No question, being to embarrassing to ask, because we were so close, which lead to discussions about enemas, masturbation, orgasms, and our sexual feelings amongst others.