Oh, Mike T, I really like all your posts, and yes, it is because my childhood experiences were exactly like yours. Exactly. That the experience was the same is understandable, but that our later reaction to those experiences is also exactly the same, is what interests me.
Isn't it interesting that with our different anatomy....male or female.....I feel like your posts could have been written by me, in that our reactions were precisely the same?
Like you, I never had enemas as a child, but many, many forced suppositories that I resisted, kicking and screaming and humiliated, just like you did. (I reacted the same to frequent rectal temperature-taking, as well.)
By the time I was 7 or 8, the procedures stopped, but every time I accidentally chanced upon the blue glass suppository jar in the medicine cabinet, or the rectal thermometer in its case, or the tub of Vaseline, I would instantly blush and feel a rush of humiliation run through me in hot waves. I knew enough to never, ever mention it to anyone, even my little friends with whom I discussed naughty matters, and eventually, sexual matters. I could not even look at myself in the mirror after seeing those items.
It was another 10 years before I realized that feeling was not just shame and humiliation, but sexual excitement.
I do appreciate my kink, but that intensity was a tough act to follow. Little did those poor, groping teenage boys know it was not they who bored me beyond belief but that they, nor much else, could never compete with the little blue jar. I will always wonder how my life would be if my sexuality had been allowed to develop normally.