As a youngster, my infatuation with enemas and then douching or feminine hygiene equipment, led me to discover those other birth control items that my mom usually stashed in proximity to the douche bag. The red enema bag was almost always hanging on the shower arm. Her folding douche bags were often stored in the linen closet. Some time later, the red fountain syringe sprang a leak, and it was replaced with a folding feminine syringe.
The plunger style applicator was particularly interesting at my tender age of 6. The diaphragm was also a curiosity, especially since it was rubber and the same color as her douche bag. She also stored the spare enema and douche nozzles in the flowery purse.
Needless to say, all of those items became wonderful playthings, and sources of unbelievable pleasure as I matured. I had educated myself from the various texts that had illustrations, and learned that my behavior with such items might pose some issues for my mom. I would use alcohol in an attempt to clean/sterilize after using them. Thank goodness those other diseases and viruses were relatively unheard of at the time.
While my fetish with such things was a source of guilty feelings at times, the more familiar, educated, and mature I became, the more I marveled at the development of those items. It also helped answer many questions about why I had such sensations when inserting or fondling such things.
After all, they were directly related to sexuality, and allowed for freedom and expression without fear of unwanted pregnancy etc.