Growing up, we had bidets in Ceylon — and we are talking 1950s & 1960s.
OK. I should be more precise. Growing up I had bidets.
The two main bathrooms in our rambling, rather large, 3-story house had bidets.
I used to spend all my weekends and holidays at the house of a maternal aunty & uncle. They had a bidet in their main bathroom — the one I used since I slept in their room, with them.
All three were of the ‘shower type’ and since we used roof mounted water tanks you got a good ‘head’ of water from the shower head.
It is true that bidets were not universal in Ceylon. Most bathrooms did not have them.
But, we never used paper! I never knew of toilet paper until I came to the West in 1967.
We used water, even if we didn’t have a bidet.
Paper seems so unsanitary compared to water.
Not sure how we ended up with bidets. My adoptive mother was quite the socialite and my adoptive parents were the classic nouveau riche, while the aunty & uncle I spoke up, who didn’t have any kids, were plain rich (he a government lawyer and she the assistant principal of Ceylon’s largest school). Both houses were built c. 1954/1955. I think my mother must have seen them in a magazine.
Well, since I really am NOT into scatology I am going to leave this at this. SMILE.