Like others have said, an enema seemed to be the cure-all for no matter what ailment you may have. I remember as a child, being released from school early because I had stomach cramps or diarrhea or something. I was put to bed, my mother would be on the phone with the doctor. He words were, give him a bag, or give him a quart. My mother couldn't hold me down so she had a neighbor come over to help. There is no way I ever enjoyed enemas at the time.
I remember going to the fights one night with my dad and one of his friends. I had some junk food, I remember our friend saying to me, "enema tonight." Fortunately that didn't happen, but obviously it did happen in his family.
I remember going to a birthday party, late in the afternoon I remember us lined up at the bathroom door while we were all given enemas, it was in mass-production, one was on the toilet while another was getting one.
The '50's. Somehow, I tried one on my own, the yellow amber bag was always hanging in the shower, my parents were not home, I filled the bag, never seen it so big. It had a douche nozzle on it, not the familiar small nozzle usually used on me. I used it without lubrication, after all, how should I know. I remember the cramps. I also remember having my first orgasm, didn't know what it was, I was scared to death, thought I'd lost control.
Well, guess I wasn't the only one.