The paragraphs below r from an earlier post. More recently I have taken my tablet computer into a public bathroom and played either enema instructional videos, or some pre done audio that sounds like a nurse directing me to take my rectal temperature and administer enemas.
In the last few years I seem to get a bit of enjoyment out of letting others know that I'm taking an enema. I always did have a hint of a voyeuristic streak. I never really acted on it much though. The first time I really did it was, when over at a friends home. His girlfriend had mentioned she was a former CNA and I mentioned that I had a bowel disorder during a conversation. She had to run to the store so I took her aside and asked if she could pick me up some suppositories and a pack of Fleet enemas. I acted embarrassed but she was very understanding and helpful, telling me that I shouldn't be embarrassed and that she would be happy to get these items for me.
She came back and gave me a sack with the products inside and mentioned that I was welcome to use their bathroom. Of course I would have loved an offer of assistance but none was forthcoming, not that I expected it to be. I went in and out of that bathroom several times, each time getting a slight charge in the fact that she, and probably her bf knew what I was doing in there. She even asked how things were going.
I also developed a habit while in town with friends of occasionally stopping by the pharmacy to pick up items, wondering what they thought as they witnessed me purchase a rectal thermometer and lube along with enemas and suppositories.
Last year I moved into an apartment with a random roommate. I tried to keep my habits hidden, but he found my bulb syringe so I used my old standby 'IBS' excuse. It was two roommates later when I began to be pretty blatant about it, leaving my bag hanging in the shower, even assuring the curtain was parted enough so one couldn't avoid seeing it or leaving my thermometer and Astroglide on my nightstand a lot. I even accidentally got caught with a thermometer in once. His bed was in an alcove directly across from the bathroom, only a couple feet from the door, which I would sometimes leave slightly open while I took my enemas. Whether he sat up and looked in I don't know but he never mentioned a word about any of it.
The most brazen I got was last summer when my friend Brian and some other guests were visiting. I took some enemas in a room seperated from the living room by only a thin sheet hung in a doorway. I don't remember exactly what I'd told them, but the woman that was with Brian expressed sympathy. Later that evening, when only Brian was there, I took my rectal temp and did several bulb syringes without closing the curtain, affording him a full view as he was sitting only about 4 feet from the doorway. I even did several more rectal temps that night on the couch in the same room. He never said a word about it. Looking back, I can't believe I went that far.