By the time I was 12, with my mother’s permission, I was giving myself enemas. Her only rule was that she know that an enema was being taken and why. Then she would periodically come to the closed bathroom door and ask if everything was going OK. And did I need any assistance, if not then I’d be left alone to continue.
On one occasion when I was 14 and a high school freshman, while at school I started having chills, fever and aches from the flu and slipped home skipping a study hall which was the last class of the day. I intended to take an enema as I normally did for a cold or flu and slipped into the house and upstairs toward my bedroom.
My parent’s bedroom was at the top of the stairs and looking in I saw my mother giving my father an enema. He lay in the Simms position with his back to me, my mother was holding the enema hose in her hand controlling the flow and just beyond her hand I could see where the rectal tube connected to the enema hose so I knew that all but an inch or two of the 18-inch tube was in him. The enema bag hung from the wood coat tree, we all called the enema tree because of its use. The bag only appeared to be about half full and the clear glass pitcher that was used to hold 2-quarts of reserve enema was empty on the bedside table so I knew that he had taken very close to 3-quarts and my mother was trying to give him more. Her other hand was reaching around massaging his abdomen?. I was only there for a few seconds and very quietly turned around and slipped down the stairs and out of the house.
I killed time and came back home when I normally arrived from school and my mother was in the kitchen. I told her that I wasn't feeling well and that I was going to take an enema and she ask if I wanted any assistance and I said yes. As we went up to my room my mother told me that my father was home from work sick and taking a nap and to be quiet and not disturb him. We went up to my bedroom, collected my enema equipment from the closet and went to the bathroom. When we went in I saw my father’s enema equipment hanging from the back of the door drying. As my mother prepared my soapsuds enema I undressed. When the enema was ready I got in the knee chest position in front of the toilet, mother hung the bag from a towel rod, knelt down beside me, lubed me, inserted the colon tube, started the enema working the 18-inches of tube in all the way as the enema flowed. When the bag was about half empty she said "I'm glad you were quiet when you saw me giving your father his enema and he didn't know you were there, if he had he would have been as embarrassed as you would be if he walked in here right now." I was shocked, I told my mother I didn't think either of them knew I was there and she told me that she had seen my reflection in the dresser mirror.