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Subject: Re: Therapy Author: AV [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: Saturday, June 15, 2024, 06:55: am In reply to: AV 's message, "Therapy" on Friday, June 07, 2024, 08:28: am Losing the war, losing the fight, losing control, being forced on to the toilet, not only fighting my mom over getting over her lap, or resisting my brothers helping the best I could, but those urges, those urges after the soapy solution was inside me, basically making soft served bm as the soap softened me a lot. I always thought those urges would go away, just release a little water at a time, trying to not have any pain but still try to have some control. Once i released a little soapy water and basically made a slippery pathway for this locomotive to make its way through, here it came. I could literally feel it move through me as it traveled through and out of my colon. Of course I was already afraid of the pain so I lifted my feet out of reaction and gripped the side of the toilet always thinking in case I needed to strain and stop it, but there was no stopping this, it was like an out of control water slide as I lifted myself up a little and took a deep breath and relaxed as i emptied. Mom just didnt know as she would say, “now that wasn’t so bad was it?” Yes! It was bad. But I was so tired and just limp from all of my bodies reaction. Mom finished up and I cleaned up. Mom sometimes would take me and instead of laying over her lap, I would sit in her lap as she held me. I would fall asleep soon and wake up later in my bed still feeling the effects of the emptiness in my stomach. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: Re: Therapy Author: AV [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Sunday, June 16, 2024, 06:08: am I guess i was 5-6 years old when mom started giving me enemas. Amazing how i went all of my young life growing up but never knowing one person, any one else, who received enemas. When i say i always thought i was the only one, i was the only one. No one in the family told either. It was this “family secret” that i received enemas and it stayed within the family. I do however remember once when i went to the doctor for a check up and shot around 7 or 8 years old. Back then, the shot was in the butt. When it came time to give the shot and my pants and underwear came down, i had stained my underwear with some poop. Mom quickly said, “don’t work about that, I’ll take care of that later when we get back home.” The doctor may not have understood what that meant but I surely did. When we left and were driving back home, we lived around 25 minutes away, I can vividly remember looking out the window of the car hoping and praying mom would forget but how could she since I have a stain in my underwear but I still hoped as I looked out the window. When we got home one of my brothers had a school friend over and I quickly joined them in our shared bedroom sitting on my bed playing with toys hoping mom would not do anything since we had company. This was prior to getting enemas after my evening bath. Eventually mom did come to the door and call for me to come with her to the bathroom. Of course I refused. Mom then decided to ask my brother and his friend to bring me to the bathroom as she left. My brother grabbed me and so did his friend. They man handled me to the bathroom as i was trying to break lose but no hope. Mom was already in the bathroom. My brother and his friend pushed me into the bathroom and mom quickly shut and locked the door. Mom was telling me to get those clothes off and get on the toilet right now. Mom started helping undress me. Im sure I got a few swats to my bottom for some resistance of the clothes. She quickly put my underwear in the sink and ran water as I sit down on the toilet. That is when I noticed the bulb and the jar were already in the bathroom. Mom made it prior to calling me in. She washed my underwear in the sink and when she finished, she quickly took my arm and lifted me. She didnt have to say anything. I went over her lap and she got me in position with my head down and bottom right where she wanted it. I took a lot of breaths during this enema because i did not want my brother and his friend to be called in. I was crying as well because i can remember outside the door hearing the friend ask my brother what was happening and my brother telling him U was getting an enema. I can remember many a times reaching back with my hand trying to either cover my bottom or try to take the bulb out as mom was squeezing the soapy solution in me. Kicking my feet was something else I did thinking if I kicked mom would not be able to get to her target. But she didnt hesitate stopping and popping my bottom a few times to get my attention. And always turning and looking after the first bulb was in me and watching mom fill that second bulb. As she would make sure there was no air left in it as she would allow it to take form and dip it again to get suds from the top as I listened to the suds suck into the bulb. There were many times I cried begging her to hurry up, i gotta go, i cant hold it any longer. The same routine of lifting my feet and gripping the side of the toilet expecting pain and lifting myself up as the baseball bat came rolling through fast as i exhaled and relaxed so defeated and emptied. Afterwards of course, nap time. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> Subject: Re: Therapy Author: Shelly [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Tuesday, June 18, 2024, 04:53: pm Hi AV, With 7 kids in the house and all getting one large enema to clean them out about twice a month and often an enema for someone who wasn't feeling well there was hardly a night that somebody didn't get an enema. With only two bathrooms, stepmom didn't want to tie up a bathroom with a kid on the toilet to get their enema back out so we all got the enema on a bed in our bedroom and then put on a hospital toilet chair next to the bed. As I told you my enemas and those of my brother and sister started when we moved in to her house when I was late adolescent. Almost a week after we moved in I started a period and that's when she gave me my first ever enema. She said it would shorten and lessen the discomfort of my first days on my period. So, I always got an enema the night I started a period. For the enema, at least for mine, not sure about the other kids, I was told to lie on my left side and draw my right knee to my chest. After taking some of the bag she had me lie on my tummy and then finished the enema lying on my right side, staring at her and my enema bag. Hated looking at her giving me my enema and wishing the bag to hurry up and look empty so I would be done. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: Re: Hey Shelly Author: AV [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Tuesday, June 18, 2024, 06:17: pm Shelly, So glad you responded. I remember you mentioned your brother who was younger and the stepmom’s daughter who was 16 helped give him his enemas. You also mentioned it got very loud in his bedroom and he looked very defeated and still upset afterwards for months of enemas. I can surely relate to that. Do you know how the daughter helped? Did she help hold him? Was his enemas giving differently than yours? How is he today? Thanks [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: Re: Therapy Author: AV [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Tuesday, June 18, 2024, 07:33: pm Shelly, I can’t imagine 7 kids in the house. Are you still thinking about starting your boys on enemas? [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: Re: Therapy Author: Shelly [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Saturday, June 29, 2024, 05:51: pm Hi Av, We could often guess if it was somebody's enema night. Some of her older children would ask for their enema to be "tonight". One of the older brothers feigned being sick sometimes so he could get an enema because he hadn't had one for several days. But if nobody was asking for an enema she would announce usually while everyone was eating dinner, ironic, food in, poop out. I was so confused for years as I was living through her enemas why I sort of anticipated and sort of wanted her enema but at the same time just dreading getting on my bed and naked for her and feeling the water making me feel like I have to go so bad but have to hold it and take the whole bag. That was always the worst part of an enema feeling like I have to go and she is standing there being the cause that I feel like I have to go and knowing I feel like I have to go. Once she was gone and I was on the chair it felt so good if not sort of comforting to be by myself and releasing my enema. They always made me so tired and I slept so well after an enema. That part was sort of comforting to me in a way. Like Krissi said so many times it was hard to reconcile liking or at least anticipating your enema and dreading it at the same time. Unlike Krissi masturbating was never a part of my enemas. But when I did masturbate I wished I was giving one of the kids their enema. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Therapy Author: Krissi [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Saturday, June 29, 2024, 06:07: pm Hi AV, Well I don't want to be the one to cause this site to be cancelled but I would just say that there are thousands and thousands of children tonight that could benefit greatly from a nice warm enema. And, there are thousands and thousands of children that will be getting something inserted in their rectum by orders of a Dr. tonight. Mom's know best and this mom will be starting soon to be 6 year old on regular enemas like I got growing up. He had a suppository just a few weeks ago. Always over my knee, I didn't lock him in like Krissi does until I read how she does it. I always just laid them across my two legs because they were still so little but he is big enough now I bend him over my left leg and clamp him in with the right like Krissi says. Works so well. Total control of him. He knows not what an enema is so is first will be trouble free. Then we will see what his lever of cooperation is. Doesn't matter the locked and loaded technique is fool proof. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Therapy Author: Shelly [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Saturday, June 29, 2024, 06:11: pm You can tell I'm a student of Krissi's. I'm even using her name when I start a message. I wish she would come talk to us. Are you there Krissi. You taught me so much about myself. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Therapy Author: AV [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Sunday, June 30, 2024, 03:01: am Hey Shelly, Please return often. I check this page regularly. Yes, I miss Krissi and her messages as well. I guess with your permission, it will be you and me now. Please keep posting about your 6 year old. Yes, it will be interesting to read his reaction of his first enema. I am so glad to hear you plan to use the lock and loaded knee position. Your son will not know what to expect. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Therapy Author: AV [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Sunday, June 30, 2024, 07:24: am Shelly, Sounds like you experimented with the lock and loaded leg lock on your 6 year old I guess to see how to do it and see how much control you will have. Sounds like you think it will work even with him kicking and flinging his arms. Like you said it is fool proof and you will be in control. I can remember the other 6 year old krissi helped the mom with, krissi called it the “awe and shock” method the first time an enema is given. In other words, regardless how the child acts or responds the enema is going to be given. Your 6 year old is in for a surprise and a nice cleaning out. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: Re: Therapy Author: Sue (UK) [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Tuesday, July 09, 2024, 03:07: am It may be the "awe and shock" method, butt it's also the most practical one - the kids are not going to accept it and co-operate, and it's reasonable that they should view suppositories and enemas as a "punishment" for their mostly behavioral/self-induced constipation. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> Subject: Re: To Sue Therapy Author: AV [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Tuesday, July 09, 2024, 06:43: am Sue, I agree. There is no other way to describe that initial enema experience. Basically, the child doesn’t know what is going to happen and how it is going to feel. It is a mixture of fear and wondering what is happening to an immediate sudden upsetting surprising event as the tip or nozzle is inserted and warm soapy water enters their bottom. As you mentioned, they are not going to be willing to accept it co-operate in taken it. I actually think for Shelly, planning to put her son over her knee and lock him in place with the other as it seems that she has already experimented on him to see if she can do it and she has decided she will have control of him so when the day does come for his first enema, the lock and loaded knee and awe and shock methods are going to give him a nice cleaning out without any resistance. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]