I can remember that I hated enemas as a child and teen because of the cramps, fullness, and bloating as well as the loose bowel movements that it forced me to have that proved to mom that I was well cleaned out.
Mom used the enema bag for me at least twice a month. It was a red open top bag with a red hose and black adult rectal nozzle that she would coat with vaseline and hang from the shower curtain rod with the hose dangling down to the side of the bathtub. She had me douche from the bag after an enema while I was sitting on the toilet when I was a teen.
I remember that when I came home from school she would often tell me to go upstairs to take off my clothes and meet her in the bathroom. Sometimes she would avoid telling me that it was time for an enema by telling me that it was time for a visit from the soapsuds fairy, or time to be cleaned out. She knew that I hated the word enema and would whine and complain that I didn't want that thing up my backside.
Nevertheless when I went into the bathroom, I would usually see the bag with the nozzle hanging down. She would tell me to get on my knees and bend over the side of the tub. There were times when I was ill that I had to watch her fill the bag with water from the bathtub faucets and leave a bar of ivory soap in the bag to give me a big soapy cleaning out. When I bent over she would have the nozzle in my bottom before I knew it. She would sit on the closed toilet seat and hold the nozzle inside me so that I could not push or pull it out of my rear. I remember when I got cramps that I would cry and beg her to take it out, take it out. She refused and told me to take it like a big girl as mom often did.
When the two quart bag was empty she pulled out the nozzle, told me to hold the enema in it to make it work. The nozzle was dirty and had vaseline on it and she let it dangle into the tub.
When I sat on the toilet while she watched I was surprised that I had a big bowel movement that she watched. A residue of vaseline was still on my bottom.
Then she changed the enema nozzle for the douche nozzle and mixed some vinegar with water because I was not allowed off the toilet when I was a teen until I had douched .
So it is obvious that I hated the sight of the big enema-douche bag more than most people. I also hated the soapsuds fairy and bulging enema bag. I wanted to cut it all up with a scissors.