When growing up the enema bag hung casually yet predominantly on the back of the bathroom door, or if recently used, or about to be it could be found hanging from a towel rack or shower head.
In my home to spare the kids some embarrassment, it is kept in what is less then fondly called by the kids, "the medical thing", which is a chest of sorts where I keep, well, most all things medical! There has been the rare occasion on which a recently used bag was left out in a bedroom or drying in a bathroom and it was seen by someone the kids would it rather not have been. I could care less who knows I am a believer and faithful user!
Now, as far as the fond memory, when David and I were dating he had a 6th floor apartment that looked upward to another building where a single lady lived. He could clearly see into her apartment through the balcony door, which was thinly curtained but no help to block a view. Every Thursday night, at 9pm this woman could be seen in her bedroom getting her enema. It became a standing joke for us and one would call the other at 8:55pm to see if "Enema Lady" was true to form.
As chance would have it, one day after about 6 months of freebies, we ran into Enema Lady at the supermarket. David being just a slight bit outgoing, introduced himself and she asked if they had met. He subsequently introduced me and explained without hesitation or embarrassment how we had already "met". Andrea, and David and I started a great friendship that did include medical play and our enemas as treatment, as well. Andy and I are still friends to this day, and she is the godmom of my son! Thanks @LisaK