Until I was six years old, the equipment that was used on me, was stored in my bedroom, where they were used on me. I guess that my mother kept hers in the bathroom, though I don't know exactly where.
Then we moved to a much larger six-room house, where I started giving myself enemas when I was 8. the enema equipment was kept in the bathroom linen closet.
When I was 13, we moved to a 9 room house, with a bathroom adequate for taking enemas comfortably. The bag, can, bulb, solution jar, suppositories and disposable enemaswere stored there. the oral laxatives, in my room.
When I was 18, we moved to another 9-room house, with two large bathrooms, perfeect for lying on the floor for enema adventures. The equipment, now only used by me, was kept in a multi-panel cupboard under the sink, in a cabinet drawer.
After marrying, in 1978, we moved into a two story apartment, with the bedrooms and bathroom upstairs. We used one bedroom as the computer room. The other one we used for the usual activities, including me getting enemas, suppositories and oral laxatives. Our bathroom was really small, so, although we stored our toys in there, she always gave me the rectal and oral laxatives in the bedroom.
Later, we moved to a different house, where, for the first time, the bathroom was all the way across the house from the bedroom. We kept the bag and bulb in the tiny bathroom, and the suppositories and oral laxatives in the bedroom.
Then we moved back into the house that I'd lived in just before getting married, so as to take care of my mother. The bathroom was the next door down the corridor from the bedroom. We stored our bags, can, syringes and containers in the cupboards under the sink, and the suppositories, disposable enemas and oral laxatives in a bedside table in our bedroom.
After many years, we lived separately. I would bring our laxatives and toys from my place to hers, and back again, on my bicycle, 4 miles.
A year later, moved into a another two story apartment. We had, for the first time, a tiny half-bathroom inside our bedroom. That was convenient. We kept the bag under the sink, and the other toys in our room. Upstairs, we had a small full bath where we stored nothing.
Now, we live in a house where, in our bedroom, we have the tiniest full-bathroom imaginable, where there isn't even room to squat. So all of our enemas are done in the bed, on the bedroom floor, or in the tub, and we keep our toys in variously a closet in our room, in a drawer of a bedside table,and under the bed!