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Subject: Re: Therapy Author: AV [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: Saturday, June 08, 2024, 07:04: am In reply to: AV 's message, "Therapy" on Friday, June 07, 2024, 08:28: am I always received two bulbs. I know many from the different forums whose mom used an enema bag and some even a special balloon nozzle. Honestly, I don’t know how i would even respond to those if they were used by mom. The experience was bad enough as it was. I probably was progressed to getting enemas after my even bath around 9 years old. I was probably 6-7 when mom started. She had three rules in place resulting in me getting an enema. One, if i pooped in my pants, two, if i was caught straining and holding back, third, if I had a grumpy attitude. Mom would come to the bath door and tell me to get out of the tub and try to have a BM. Regardless if I was still in the tub or now on the toilet, soon after she said that, i would hear water running through the walls from the kitchen sink. I made the connection through time very quickly that if she came to the door and told me to get out and try to have a BM, i knew i was going to receive an enema soon. Shortly, mom would come in and place a jar of soapy water and the bulb on the sink. She would ask me if i had went. Of course the answer was no. She would say she will return shortly and leave. As she was gone, my child’s mind would stare at the enema bulb imagining it was smiling back knowing it was going to go into my bottom and there was nothing i could do to stop it. Soon, she would return and take me by the arm and stand me up. She would put the lid down and sit. Of course i would be begging for more time and telling her I didn’t need an enema. If i put too much of a fight prior to going over her lap, i would receive a few pops on my bare bottom. She would quickly then place me over her lap and if needed, she would continue the pops on my bottom. As i was crying and kicking, she would take the bulb and press it into my bottom and squeeze the solution into me. Of course that would activate and animate me even more. I could hear her filling the bulb again from the jar and turn and look and watch her fill it as i would cry “hurry up i gotta go i gotta go.” She would make sure the second bulb was filled to the top by skimming the suds off the top of the water plus giving the first bulb time to work on me. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: Re: Therapy Author: AV [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Sunday, June 09, 2024, 02:23: am All of this typing is therapy for me which has helped bring healing in so many ways. However, even today, if i am constipated or having a hard time having a bm, my mind and body (feelings and emotions) take me back of me sitting on the toilet and mom coming in with the bulb. In real time, im doing my best to avoid that enema by taking deep breaths, relaxing, trying to push to get something going. Back to my mental visual, mom has come in and sit the bulb and jar down and left and there I am sitting on the toilet with my thoughts. Few minutes i visually see mom come back lift me up and over her lap and reach for the bulb. In real time, i feel some movement taking place and i know only the tip of the first movement is difficult and if i can i get past that the bm will be easier and flow. In my visual, mom has given me my enema and im fighting the urges. Real time, same thing. But eventually, the bm takes over and I completely empty. The visual seemed so real and the feelings were so real as well but it helped me. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]