Question For Men & Women Who Got Enemas From Their Mother

I'm not sure that this belongs in the "Anything related" section. If not I hope a moderator will move to the right place.

I've merged it into an existing thread covering what you are discussing.

Oh yes! Our Mother definitely believed that an occasional "cleaning out" was a necessity. Mom would ever so diligently prepare the mild Epson slat warm water solution and fill the famous red bag and then take a seat in an arm less chair. She would then direct me to lay across her lap and then remove my lower garment & underwear. Very gently she would lubricate my anus and then carefully insert the small nozzle. All of this was done with my health and best interests in mind and once she thought I had been adequately filled she would assist me to my feet and allow me to "go potty" in private. A short time later Mom would return and the process would be repeated until she felt I had been adequately "cleansed. Years later and contemplating this I now believe that these enemas were very conducive to appreciating my Mother who clearly had me and my brothers & sisters health in mind. I also have come to believe that the sharing of enemas between two special people in conducive to a "closer" relationship that is difficult to explain and describe.

For me it was mainly from grandma and I never had the courage to say her or my mother that I love them

Even my wife does not know I love them, she only thinks I need them

Fortunately this forum exists and we can speak of experiences with people having the same interest

Thanks zity

I forgot to mention a couple of things in my earlier post, when my brother, and I had a conversation with our mother in the late 70’s, about the enemas we received as kids, because, we both had little ones at home. Anyway, as we talked, I don’t recall if I asked her, or if it was my brother, but we ask, “if she ever took enemas herself”. She replied, “I hated the enemas your grandmother gave me, when I was little, and still hate them, the last one I received was just before your sister was born, and if I never get another one, it’s too soon.” That prompted us to ask, “why did you give us so many enemas?” She answered, “because, one, as you both know, you’re grandmother was a Nurse and an enema was her first choice for constipation, be they adult or child. Second, when I called your pediatricians office for an appointment, I was reminded to give each of you an enema the morning of the appointment, and like your kids pediatrician, no laxatives, only enemas for constipation.”

I never had a chat with mom about enjoyment of enemas but I did not ever hide it either.

I took enemas from mom as a girl and did not hide any feeling about them.

When older and giving to myself the bag was nearly always hanging to dry, would not take Sherlock to figure out I liked them.

She replied, “I hated the enemas your grandmother gave me, when I was little, and still hate them, the last one I received was just before your sister was born, and if I never get another one, it’s too soon.” That prompted us to ask, “why did you give us so many enemas?” She answered, “because, one, as you both know, you’re grandmother was a Nurse and an enema was her first choice for constipation, be they adult or child. Second, when I called your pediatricians office for an appointment, I was reminded to give each of you an enema the morning of the appointment, and like your kids pediatrician, no laxatives, only enemas for constipation.”

This was also my experience only my mom was the nurse and Grandma badgered her into giving us enemas. I never talked to her about it after I became an adult. I don't think she thought twice about what effect it had on me.

I have talked to several members here that got enemas at an early age and resented it for the rest of their lives. One didn't talk to mom for many years, the other to this day has never talked to mom about it and still cannot even utter the word enema. She told me her worst nightmare is having her mom bring up the subject and if she happens to hear the word in conversation she gets so flustered she leaves the room.

The nozzle did many things to people who got them as s child and made me the twisted guy I am today. I don't resent it though.

Saraswitches: Excuse my curiosity...

For what reason did your mother give you enemas? And what device did she use?

Never. End of story.

Saraswitches: Excuse my curiosity...

For what reason did your mother give you enemas? And what device did she use?

Closed top 2qrt bag and mostly for tummy aches and general ailments/ feeling unwell.

Well must admit though mom brought it up as an adult

Never. End of story.

Well must admit though mom brought it up as an adult

So not end of story.

I have talked to several members here that got enemas at an early age and resented it for the rest of their lives. One didn't talk to mom for many years, the other to this day has never talked to mom about it and still cannot even utter the word enema. She told me her worst nightmare is having her mom bring up the subject and if she happens to hear the word in conversation she gets so flustered she leaves the room.

The nozzle did many things to people who got them as s child and made me the twisted guy I am today. I don't resent it though.

I always resented my mother for giving me enemas - they were arbitrary, whether I needed them or not. I got them more often than my sisters, not sure if that was intentional or not. Maybe the enemas are what me the twisted guy I am today. I enjoy enemas - and especially enjoy a female ass. Maybe the enemas had something to do with that - maybe I was just wired that way. Unfortunately - my partners beautiful ass has been permanently benched! Butt we have a lot of great memories!

I am a child of the first half of the fifties and can consciously remember being given enemas by my mom from the age of five.

Certainly there were some before, but they are hidden in the haze of history.

As the middle of three boys, I felt like Mom's target. It felt like I was on the wrong end of the nozzle for at least 60% of all of Mom's enemas. My brothers were happy about this.

My enema career definitely ended when I was 13. Mom decided to recapture my pre-pubescent phase of defiance with a punishment enema series. When inserting the rubber colon tube I got a severe hard on that lasted throughout the entire procedure. Mom probably noticed this, but studiously ignored it and avoided any comment. Those were the last enemas I received at home.

At some point, of course, I asked my mother why she enema me so often. Then I found out that I had had a rectal prolapse as a small child and that medical advice had been given to always make sure my stools were soft.

And the punishments would have been necessary; would always have had an effect over time; Mom was aware of my absolute dislike of enemas.

I would rather die than have another conversation about enemas with my mom.

Nope, I never brought it up and she never brought it up. I am not all that sure the past experience was responsible for the current interest though. It may have been, but I never thought about childhood episodes when indulging as an adult. As a matter of fact- I do not remember the actual details but I know I got several as a youngster because I recall the events leading up to the need for the enema taking place. I couldn't share what my frame of mind was while the procedure took place, probably because I didn't enjoy it.

Why did mom give me enemas? The first because I secretly observed the loud treatment of my big brother and was caught. About an hour later I found myself in the same spot as my brother and mom enema me for the first time. She emphasized that this wasn't a punishment; rather, she wanted to show me that it wasn't as dramatic as my brother always made it out to be. I accepted the bulb fillings, trembling and whimpering softly. Mom did this very gently but firmly. I had just started school and was just six years old.

From then on, mom would enema me about once or twice a month. In her opinion, this was necessary because I had developed a habit of irregular behavior when I went to the toilet.

The topic of enemas was never a reason for discussion later. Why? It was over, and no one had the slightest clue what was going on with my kinky. Maybe the topic was uncomfortable for me with Mom.