The Water Treatment
While the 'water treatment' seemed unnecessary, it really put us in our place. We were made to go, and in no uncertain terms - had to. We were also made aware of how powerful such a small thing as a stop-cock can be!
Naturally, flooding the colon fills the bloodstream, so not only was one made to go at the time of treatment....as soon as you're relaxed enough to go to sleep, you'll need to get up and go again. "Oh, you've got to go, but you can't go there!" And with an alarm in your bed, you'll be sure to wake if you do! I believe we were perceived to be torturing ourselves.
So while the water treatment in particular wasn't a memorable event, we got involved in patients rights advocacy services, and worked on the right to be free from restraints and so forth. And others worked on the procedures themselves and debated the proper height for the placement of the bag: "3, or 5 feet above the patient?", etc. Privacy rules resulted so we couldn't be accountable for the practice, and all kinds of nightmares could be conjured up by the toddler who received the treatment.
To bemoan the discipline is to ignore the fact that if we don't learn self control, we will either get sick trying to retain our excrement, or diseased trying to live in it. And, just because we have these skills doesn't mean that we can teach them. Living with someone who either cannot, or will not faithfully practice sanitary behavior is as unbearable as being unable to do so for yourself. So while it may have been difficult to teach bathroom habits, it is well worth the effort, and being able to be account for these kinds of activities is essential to one who may not remember them clearly, or understand the motivation for them. Please see: Transpositions.