I thought I was doing something wrong
I'm thinking this must have been when I was about 7 because of where we lived. my brother was already born which means my sister had already died.
I never got enemas from Mom but she must have taken some herself because she had the gear.
The bag was well hidden up in the top shelf of the hall closet just outside the main bathroom, I was too small to reach it.
The bulb, however was kept in a diaper bag under the sink of that same bathroom. It was a red 4-ozglossy bulb with a hard black nozzle. I found it and realized it was used to "put warm water in your bottom"
What was never clear to me was WHY a person would want to do that!
I was the curious kid and I was more than willing to find out!
When Mom was in the basement and could not hear me.
I managed to pop the nozzle out, get the water to run warm, slow it to a trickle, and fill the bulb with warm water. I stuck the nozzle back on, dropped my pants and tidy whities. I was just about to stick it in when I figured out it was better to spread my legs a little wider.
I have been glad from that moment on that no one could see me. zi took until zi got my first bag to realize it but I WAS scared! I had no idea what it would do to me. I remember sticking it in, squeezing it, feeling the water gush into me pulling it out noticing the nozzle had poop on it shaking the bulb, hearing that there was still water in it, sticking it back in and squeezing it again. I must have gotten more air than water out that time.
I quickly realized zi could easily hold mote water, so I cleaned the nozzle off with some toilet paper. pulled it out and did what amounted to round two.
I heard Mom come back up to the kitchen I hurriedly cleaned the bulb up, put it back under the sink, hurried back to my bedroom started a 12 inch 33 record, Sat in my rocking chair and sat there rocking slower than usual, contemplating what I had just done and wondering what it was supposed to do to me! or for me. I was feeling the urge to poop but I knew that was not right because I had just pooped before I started this adventure. I told myself I was not going to need to poop for a while.
The urge was getting stronger and so i started rocking a little faster in that rocking chair I also realized quickly that my "boy" seemed to get hard as I rocked forward and relax a little as I rocked back. I could also hear the water rolling around inside me. Before the record was finished on one side I stopped rocking and had to go lie on the bed so zi didn't get an explosive poop like I had never had before.
Just about the time side one one of the record finished, I realized I could not hold it any longer! I was able to lift the needle off the record and hurry to the bathroom, I got out lots of watery poop over several minutes. I was also feeling a little bit of tummy ache.
Again I cleaned up quickly and went in the den to watch TV like I always did when dinner was cooking and Dad would be home soon.
Although I did have a slight tummy ache I was able to put on a brave face and act completely normal at dinner, and after. I remember pooping again right before bath time and it was Dad who saw to it that I got clean at bath time. So Dad saw the loose poop in the toilet before I got in the tub.
I remember lying in bed wide awake for longer than usual wondering about all of this. Was it "normal" a word that was used a lot in the mid 1960s,
did other kids do the same thing? if so, and even if not what was it called, did it have a name, and most importantly what was it supposed to do?? Clearly I hadn't done it very well because it all came out of me and made me poop. next thing I remember it was morning and Mom was opening the window shade.
I didn't know it at the time but that was the first what are now more than50 years of enemas every few months.