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[> Subject: Re: Mom keeps trying
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Author:
Ash
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Date Posted: 19:56:01 08/22/09 Sat
Greg, I'm in a similar situation, though it sounds like my mom isn't as determined as yours. Me and my younger brother both got plenty of enemas growing up, and although it's rare nowadays I'm still sometimes on the receiving end! I'm 24 and have moved out, though I still live close to home - my brother's nineteen and still living at home. I think my mom's theory is that boys don't pay enough attention to their health and even though we're grown-up she still has to keep an eye on us, not having any sisters I can't say. My mom doesn't always bring up the subject of my bowels, but she'll suggest an enema if she feels I need it. Sometimes I agree, sometimes I don't, and to be fair if I say no she doesn't press it. My brother does still get frequent enemas though, and he doesn't have the luxury of saying no.
My last enema from Mom was about 6 weeks ago. I'd been out the night before and drunk a bit too much, but went over to the family home anyway for the day. I felt pretty lousy and I wasn't really in the mood for conversation, which Mom soon picked up on. When I flopped on the couch that was it, she asked me when I'd last gone to the bathroom, I said yesterday morning. Not convinced, she pulled my T-shirt out of my belt and lifted it to feel my stomach. She said "Your tummy feels a bit full, honey...", I said I was fine. She said "Well, I'm not sure, I think you need an enema, okay?" I just gave a noncommittal grunt. Mom felt my stomach a bit more and said "You go upstairs honey and take off your boots, jeans and underwear, I'll be up in a minute." And so I got a "good cleanout", which didn't cure my headache but I admit I felt a bit fresher.
So I suppose Greg you have to ask yourself if you really mind. I'm not hooked on enemas and don't have a bag or anything in my apartment, but I admit there are times when I'm happy to give in and allow my mom to give me an enema. Sometimes I enjoy the attention and feeling like a little boy again, it's nice to forget the responsibilities of adulthood if only for a half hour in my childhood bathroom. And as I say, it's always up to me whether or not she gives me one. Me and my brother don't talk about it so I don't know how he feels.
How do you get given your enemas Greg, if you don't mind me asking?
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