Last one was 2 hours ago. Next one will be when I finish writing this....
I invested (not “spent”) Several hours today With the bag and nozzle.. YYYYAAAAYYY. There was a time when. I would not have copped to that. And that is what I want to share with all y’all.
Like some of y’all, my first enema experiences were punitive and traumatic. (PTSD anyone?) BUTT Now I cop to the real, felt, NEED to have quality time with the red bag. (Especially with a few White Russian drinks -and after four days at the hospital with my partner resulting in successful gall bladder removal surgery.)
Yeah, it feels good to write that.
Like many of us, the initial experience was traumatic, with Mommy Dearest hosing out my pre-school innocent butt with waayyy too much Ivory soap..... often chasing me, stark naked, of course, around the house. IT HURT. IT BURNED, and it violated any sense of self my juvenile psyche could muster.
Fast forward to NOW> Yeah, NOW. I just finished two hours-long enema sessions, done without guilt or bad feelings. On the contrary, I welcomed the sessions and am about to embark on one more before hitting the hay tonight.
I have enjoyed ziti.biz for years and spent some time during my sessions today reading about my fellow e-folk’s stories (testimonials?)
There’s a song: “Don’t chase after waterfalls....”. That resonates with me now. I welcome the bag and nozzle as part of what makes me tick.
I am glad I am not alone in this.....
Keep on keeping on, y’all.
Enema Chuck