Author:
Cosworth
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Date Posted: Friday, January 10, 2014, 04:58: pm
My doctor never gave me an enema; however he advised my Mum to do so. The major event I remember him doing was my first DRE. I was only 4 and a half, and I still remember being held firmly by my Mum while the doctor palpated my tummy, and then told her to hold my knees back to my chest (I was laying on my back on her lap), and he, probably gently, but it sure doesn't remember that way, inched his finger into my little behind. I screamed blue murder, and struggled with all my might to break loose, but Mum held firm, and the monster kept inching in. I cannot remember after the insertion, that is, if he 'rummaged around' a bit, maybe I block it out... eventually, though, the digit retreated out of me. Subsequent to that, and after we got home, enemas commenced, all being administered by Mum. I guess he concluded that there was nothing physically wrong with me that was preventing my toilet training being completed. I do consider my self lucky that I got very few shots, none that I remember in the butt.
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