| Subject: Childhood memories : A very different 'Me Too' movement |
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Doug
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Date Posted: Tuesday, January 15, 2019, 03:23: pm
Growing up in rural Wisconsin back in the fifties, I,my kid brother and two younger sisters often had 'close encounters' with Momma's bulb syringe (like many kids of that era).
These were not regular enemas,but they would just happen whenever the need arose. If they happened at bath time(which they often did) we would see each other getting it over her
knee. When we got older of course there was more privacy.
I can still recall vividly the foaming ivory soap suds
and the sight and sound of that black bulb being squeezed up
someone's little butt. I can't recall whatever else she added to that soapy mixture, but you could really feel it loosening you up from the moment it was injected in a slow powerful (but not violent) manner - so you could make the potty or toilet without an accident. Even though the cramps hurt a bit, I also found them slightly pleasurable.
Momma was a firm believer in giving enemas (I think I hardly ever got laxatives) and we must have gotten used to it at a very early age because I don't recall any crying or protest.
She taught us that there was no shame in getting enemas, that it was natural and very healthy and we should never be
shy to ask if we needed one.
That 'need' would most often appear at certain times of the year like after Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year, or any other incident of overindulgence.
If I approached Momma saying I needed an enema and my siblings overheard me, there would usually be some laughter and cries of "ME TOO ! ME TOO !" that is, of course if she hadn't enemaed them already (but even then some of us would
need another 'session')
Momma would usually smile and say "OK,OK, I'll call you when I'm ready!"
There would usually be some joking and good natured teasing as we waited to be called to the bathroom. On some occasions there would even be a little squabbling as to who would go
first! "Awww pleeeeze ! I gotta tummy ache !"
At the age of 12 I graduated to the big white douche can
which I received down in the knee-chest position. The larger volume gave me a better clean out, though I missed the intimacy of those multiple insertions over Momma's knee.
As far as I know we all got enemaed right through our teenage years until we left home. I really believe it kept
us in good health (despite what modern medics say) and we
had the good sense to know it.
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