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Date Posted: Sunday, June 30, 2024, 04:20: am
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's message, "Therapy" on Friday, June 07, 2024, 08:28: am
This post is probably the most difficult to write but I need to write as much of this as I can remember for at least therapy sake. I would even rank this as perhaps one of the worst enemas i ever had which included a laxative tablet. Truth be told, i started writing this weeks ago but when it came time in this post i had to go to the bathroom, i stopped writing. I just recently decided to push myself through this for the sake of therapy. I needed this.
Growing up, we had dogs and my uncle and my brothers would worm them with a large as your thumb tablet. Look like one of those large vitamins these days. They would hold the dog and my uncle would basically shove it down its throat. Well, one day all of us were outside playing, running around. I was probably 10-11 years old. Mom and dad were sitting outside as well. Mom called me over and told me to go inside to the refrigerator and on the top shelf there was some medicine for me to take. I went and on the top shelf there was sitting on this paper towel a large pill that looked similar to one of those dog worm tablets from my uncle. I remember growing up everyone use to say because i was thin that perhaps i had a tape worm and a good worming would fatten me up. And that is exactly what i thought when I saw that pill that mom was trying to worm me. I decided to go back outside instead and continue to play. Mom eventually called me back over and asked me if i took my medicine and i said “no.” She told me it would help me use the bathroom and I would not have to get enemas. I wasn’t interested in getting enemas or taking medicine to make me go. In my mind i still believed it was a dog wormer and I saw what it did to those dogs, made them poop a-lot. Later that evening my brothers were talking with me asking what mom was talking about. I told them about that large pill and it was medicine for me to go to the bathroom. They were trying to convince me to take it since i didn’t like enemas I could take a pill instead. I explained to them it wasn’t just the enema, it was the pain associated with going to poop. Mom came in with the pill about that time and wanted me to take it. I told her i was not and she threatened me with an enema instead. I told her i was not getting an enema either. She of course told me, “we will see about that young man”, and she left. My brothers knew it was about to not be good for me so they left our bedroom as I continued to play. Few minutes later my brothers returned and told me mom was going to give me a good cleaning out enema and they were to bring me to the bathroom. However, Mom came back in with that pill and a glass of water for one more try for me to take it. I was stubborn and willfully defiant. Mom told me then I would be getting an enema for my “grumpiness” and a good one at that. I didn’t care. She turned around and left as she told me to join her in the bathroom. My brothers each grabbed an arm and started taken me to the bathroom as I was twisting and turning. When we went into the bathroom I immediately noticed the bulb and jar of solution on the sink counter. Mom told me to undress as she was helping me as well. After my clothes was removed, Mom took me without hesitation and quickly laid me over her lap. My brothers took their positions taking my arms and legs. I started crying knowing i was probably going to get three bulbs and that was probably what mom meant when she said “a good one at that.”
But I didn’t feel the bulb touch my bottom, instead mom grabbed my head as I was crying and shoved two fingers down my throat. I immediately felt that pill go down my throat as I was gagging and crying as mom held my bottom jaw open with her fingers down my throat. Mom told my brothers to let me up. I quickly stood and stared at mom as she handed me the glass of water and said, “drink it. Then put your clothes back on and join us upfront. Im going to watch you like a hawk. We will finish this enema later when you’re good and ready.” All I could do was stand and cry because the damage had been done. The pill was now inside of me and all I could do was wait. My brothers and mom left as I dressed. I joined them upfront in a few minutes as they were watching tv. No one said a word. I was fuming as I sit and waited. I could see mom’s eyes watching my every move. My brothers simply sit and grinned as they watched tv. I dont know, 45 minutes to an hour later, my stomach started turning. I could feel it working. I didnt know if i was going to be able to fight these urges or not but I was going to try. I would take deep breaths trying not to look so obvious. But I started shifting and moving slightly but not too much because I didn’t want my stomach to release. Mom got up and went to the kitchen and then to the back of the house and then came back up and sit down. Mom noticed me shifting and moving and slightly breathing deeply and said, “why don’t you come with me and let’s go to the bathroom so you can quit shifting and moving.” I got up and went to the bathroom and mom followed me. I went in and I immediately noticed the jar of solution and the enema bulb sitting on the sink. Even though my stomach was tore up with that tablet I had a pretty good idea where that enema would soon wind up. Mom didn’t disappoint. I didn’t get to nap that day. My stomach stayed active and mom followed it throughout the day with a fresh warm soapy enema. I would quickly sit and be forced to release what the tablet was doing to me and soon after mom would lift me and lay me over her lap and follow it with an enema. Let me add here, I was skinny for my age, thin and skinny. Oh did I cry. Yes. Begged. Explained I was empty. This was an all day event because my stomach didn’t allow me to get far from the toilet. Mom watched me like a hawk. Soon she would come in with a fresh bulb and leave it on the sink for me to look at. You could say she purged me really well that day. Her words, “we will see about that” was carried out. I thought during that time that would be the regular routine but I think mom didn’t like the multiple trips to the bathroom so I don’t ever remember taken that tablet again. When I turned 12, mom decided to stop giving me enemas. I would start sneaking them soon after.
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