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>Growing up (as a little kid), I got badly constipated >numerous >times. My mother's first approach was a small dose of >a mild laxative which often failed. Say a 1/2 of a >square of Ex-lax or one table spoon of Milk of >Magnesia. I suspect a larger dose, or a second dose of >the laxative would have done the trick every time. >Twice the laxative failed and then, my mother said >those dread words, "you need a good enema". I did not >like the idea of taking an enema. > >Mom would make me lie down on the bed, face down. I >had to lower my pants and underwear. Mom would fill >the enema bag >with warm water and hang it up. She would then insert >the >nozzle into me. I did not like that part. She would >open up >the clamp and the water would flow into me. I also got >cramps. After some time, she would clamp the tube >and remove the nozzle. I had to hold the enema for >three minutes. She would set a timer. > >She made it clear to me, that if I caused a fuss I >would be punished. > >The one good think I can say was that the enema always >solved >my constipation problem. > >>Growing up I remember my mom, aunt and other moms >>saying “you need a good enema “ or “a good enema will >>help you” >> >>Did your mom, or whoever was going to give you an >>enema, say the same? >> >>Getting many bulb syringe enemas, I didn’t think it >>was such a go thing! 😂 >> >>But, I, in a weird way, enjoyed knowing I was going to >>get an enema

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