Haha! No I didn't orgasm! Wish I had though, it would have been a darn sight more pleasant and perhaps less embarassing!
I had a massive emotional overload. The therapist seemed to think, by feeling my tummy, that I had experienced some kind of trauma around 6 years ago. I had already given the ages of DCs as 11, 8 and 4 (included DSD as is often easier) but she was very exact to 6 years. I said nothing. During the procedure, I was really uncomfortable, in pain and eventually I compared it to labour - honestly, it felt like mid stages of labour to me. I also couldn't bear the feeling of being trapped - you can hardly jump off the bed with a tube stuck up your arse.
Anyway, I had to stop and she insisted that there was something that went on 6 years ago - she questioned again around the birth thing as she had never in 20 years had anyone compare it to that. I said nothing the whole time.
Well, I was already in tears by the time I left and couldn't drive home. DH had to come and get me. 6 years ago I had a DD that didn't survive. I was in the delivery room for 10 days and literally could not move off the bed.
I've always felt I dealt with it, months and months of grief counselling e.t.c. And I find her (DD) easy to talk about now. The therapists suggestion is that I haven't actually dealt with 'it' and that I am unable to let go of that trauma and am clinging on to it in my colon, that's why the procedure was so painful! I don't know, a load of old crap or truth in there somewhere? Pardon the obvious puns!