The enema bag
One of my earliest memories is seeing the red rubber bag with that long red hose hanging in the bathroom. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what it did. I knew it was called an enema bag, but that was all.
One day, when I was still pre-school, I saw my mother sitting on the toilet holding up the enema bag in front of her. I asked her what she was doing and she said she was giving herself an enema, which was soapy water up her behind and it would make her have a bowel movement (!!) I was amazed and I asked her if I could have one and she said "someday"
I'm not sure how long after that, but "someday" came. I don't remember exactly what took place except mom said she wanted to give me an enema and I should go to my bedroom, take off underwear and lie on the bed. I did that. Soon, mom came in carrying the infamous enema bag. She hung the enema bag on a floor lamp and turned me on my side. I had to pull my knees up to my chest. I can tell you for sure, at this point I was pretty nervous, if not outright scared about what was going to happen.
With me on my side, she lifted my upper cheek. She told me to bear down..push..like trying to go to the bathroom. When I did, in when the black enema nozzle and she gave me the enema
After that, I would occassionally get another enema, all in exactly the same way
I am now 67 and take a weekly enema, still with the red open top bag, red hose and black nozzle
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