Nathans Natterings ~ Not meaning to be disgusting in this revelation, but when I (and my sister, Marsha) were very young (talking kindegarten age and some years after), we were subjected to an enema on a semi-regular basis. Maybe it was when we got cranky, I dont know, but when our mother saw the signal, she would get out the newspaper and Ivory soap, and wash us out. It was very unpleasant, and I still cringe to this day thinking about it. We put up quite a fuss about it, whining to beat the band, but for Mom, it was a parent-required ritual, which I will bet came from her hillbilly upbringing. And, there was no doubt whatsoever that it worked. If we were constipated before the servicing, we sure as hell were not afterwards. It couldnt have been pleasant for my mother, but she did her duty, and was oblivious to our bleatings before and during. As it turned out, I was prone to constipation until I finished my psychotherapy in the mid-Nineties. If, as a child, your mother subjected you to this practice, I would love to hear about your particular experience.
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 16:40:02 +0000
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