I would be sitting on the toilet trying to go poo-poo. Mom would be busy getting the bulb syringe, vaseline, a fresh bar of Irovy and a towel from the linen closet. These would be assembled on the sink "just in case I needed a little help" The towel went on the tub. I would have been sent to the bathroom to try to go. She would always remove my jeans and underpants so I was more comfortable while trying to "go" Sometimes I would be so proud of the little hard marbles that I had produced that only confirmed to Mom that an enema was needed. Soon I would sit on the towel over the tub, while Mom prepared a sink full of warm Ivory soap. I soon found myself over her lap, staring at the floor tiles while she pumped bulbs full of the warm Ivory soap into my bowels. Whenever I heard the linen closet door being opened and the gear being assembled, I knew what was to follow.