Did Your Mom Ask You About Your Enema Habits

Did your Mom ever come right out and ask you about your enema habits?

Mine did one day. I was about 11 or 12. Mom was home and busy. We had two enema bags, a 2 qt combination syringe and a much larger fountain syringe. I told her I was constipated and asked if I could use her big enema bag. She said that I could. I was in my room getting undressed for my enema, Mom came in with the large Kantleek fountain syringe and handed it to me. As I went into the bathroom Mom said that I should make sure that I'm cleaned out thoroughly. I took it to mean that I was supposed to take several enemas before I was done. After I had filled the bag I found that there was no enema soap in the bathroom. I took the full bag into the kitchen. Mom was at the sink. I told her that I needed some soap. She poured some into the bag. I took that bag and expelled. I refilled the bag and went back to the kitchen to get more soap. I took that bag, expelled and then took two clear water rinses.

After I was done, Mom was sitting in the kitchen. I sat down with her. After a short but pointed silence she asked, "How do you take your enemas? Do you lay on the floor or sit on the toilet?" I was surprised by her questions. I wondered if there was a right or wrong answer. I didn't want to get in trouble. And I certainly didn't want to have to give up my enemas. Finally, I said that mostly I lay down for them. Mom said that she usually sits on the toilet but will lay down sometimes. She then asked how much water I usually take. I told her one or two bags, but sometimes more. She said that she usually takes only one bag but will take more to get relief from her constipation if she needs to. Mom then wanted to know where I hang the enema bag. I told her that if I'm using the combination bag I hang it from the towel rack. If I'm using the big fountain syringe bag I hang it from the shower curtain rod. She asked me why I hang it up there. I said that the hose is long enough that I can lay down and still get it in me. She said that she will hang the bag on the towel rack. But, sometimes she will hold the bag up and just squeeze it to get the water to go into her. She told me that I should try that if I ever have a hard time getting the water to start to flow into me.

Then she got down to what I thought was the real questions she had for me. She asked me if I actually liked taking enemas. She told me to tell her the truth. I said that I didn't mind them. That sometimes it was inconvenient to have to take one when I wanted to do something else. She said that she noticed that after we started using the enema bag instead of the bulb syringe that it was much easier for her to get me to take an enema. She asked me if I ever take enemas without her knowing it. I confessed that I did. She wasn't upset, just said that it would be better if she knew when I took one. She then asked if I ever take an enema if I'm not really constipated. I told her that I did take one when I didn't really NEED one. She said that sometimes a nice warm, slow enema can really relax you. She said that she sometimes thought that I needed an enema to relax me and settle me down. She said that I shouldn't be ashamed to ask for one if I wasn't constipated, that she would understand. Mom then asked if I preferred to take my own enemas or have her give them to me. I told her that I prefer to give myself the enemas but sometimes it would be nice for her to give it to me. She said that if I was sick she would give them to me but mostly I should take them on my own.

She asked me if I ever use the bulb syringe anymore. I told her that I didn't. She told me that sometimes using the bulb is a quick and very easy way to take a small enema. She said that she uses it occasionally. She then asked me what solution I prefer, plain water, soap suds or something else altogether. I told her that mostly I like the plain water. She asked how often I take a SSE. UI tol;d her about every fourth or fifth time. She asked if a soap suds enema ever burns while it's inside or coming out. I told her once in awhile it does. She said that if that happens I should immediately get the big bag and use plain water to rinse out.

Mom asked if I ever noticed that the bathroom smells like vinegar or another unusual smell. I said yes. She explained that sometimes she has to take a douche and that's what the smells are, the solutions she uses for that. I kinda understood what douching was and decided that I didn't really wnat to know any more specifics about that. But, Mom said that if I ever got the enema bag and it smelled like that just to rinse it out several times before using it. I asked her if it would hurt me if I used it without rinsing. She said that it might irritate you like too much soap.

This discussion broke the ice between Mom and I about taking enemas. While we didn't make it a usual subject it became clear that if I had any questions, comments or problems I could ask Mom and not get into trouble.

No, as preteens our RN grandmother taught my brother, sister, an I personal hygiene. From that point on, enemas were our responsibility an in our sisters case, both douching an enemas.

You’ve got to remember, this was the late 50’s and sex was a taboo subject, but conversation about enemas was commonplace. Hence, the reason we were taught personal hygiene, to avoid the sexual questions that were bound too come up as we entered puberty. Once on our own, it didn’t take very long to realize some of the feelings enemas gave us were sexual in nature, as were the feelings we had as kids when we received an enema or were holding one. It was the reason we liked getting enemas, because they felt good in a special way. The discovery of the sexual side of enemas fired up our curiosity, inquisitiveness, an exploration about our sexuality for years.

My mother was a wise old owl. She knew that I had a "thing" for taking enemas and I think it bothered her, a lot! And to show it, Mom let me know by both word and deed that she did not approve of my taking them as much as I was taking them. In fact, like I have said in several posts, she found the Tyson red fountain syringe that I had bought for myself when was about 13 and actually hid it from me. I had to literally beg her to get her to show me where she had put it.

Another, time in an attempt to stop me from wanting her to give me enemas, she took her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe out of the bathroom cabinet and right in front of me cut it up into pieces. I think I was around the age of nine when she did that.

Another time, she came right out and asked me point blank why I loved taking those things so much! In fact, Mom did that on more than one occasion.

No matter what I said to her about my enjoyment of enemas made no sense to her. She'd just shake her head, look down at the floor, walk over to wherever her purse might be, take out a Salem cigarette and start smoking it. I think it irritated her that much!

In an effort to get her to understand I even went as far as writing Mom a note listing several reasons why I learned to love enemas.... In the note, I gave her 3 reasons. Number 1 - I wrote that I loved the way the water felt as it went into my bootie; Number 2 - I wrote - Enemas were quick and predictable; and finally, and Number 3 - I wrote - Her giving me Enemas made me know that she loved me.

But even that did not help. Mom would have none of that - On more than one occasion, she would tell me that our new family doctor called those "things" barbaric! and that they had no place in modern medicine. In fact, Mom would stress to me that she was ordered to give me oral laxatives instead. The Children's laxative .. Castora, Ex-Lax, Finemint laxative, Black Draught laxative, Milk of Magnesia and Epsom Salt Solution to name a few.

I personally could not stand any of them and I would at first tear up and then beg Mom to give me an enema instead. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it did not.

Finally, I remember in one of the last talks Mom and I had before she passed, she stated to me "Mike, after all these years, I still do not understand what it was exactly that makes you enjoy taking enemas so much." My response to her was simple.."Mom," I said "remember, Mom, every single enema that you ever gave me made me know that you loved me!"

With that said, I gave her a big hug and a kiss and she ended it by patting me on my rear.....

If that ever happens, we would both dodge the question. That is true certainly with my husband's Mom.

Given that I was raised in an enema-friendly family, and that Sis & I got them twice weekly, and sometimes more often, the answer is simply, "No!" After we started "sneaking" them with each other, and Mom caught us, she just chuckled and said, "Have fun, but be careful not to give each other too much water." We both wonder now if she suspected what else we were doing along with those enemas.

After she taught me how to self administer at age 14 she would occasionally ask me about them to make sure I was still taking them. I would get awfully embarrassed because I liked them and was pretty sure she knew I liked them, having been the administrator at ages 12 and 13 and seeing what effect they had on me.

If she was feeling pushy and wanting to make me blush more she'd make sure and ask if I was lubing myself properly, or taking the whole bag, and how long I was holding it.

Little did she know I was already in the process of finding a girl in high school who would go on to give me them. Maybe she had a hunch. I don't think I want to know.

After we started "sneaking" them with each other, and Mom caught us, she just chuckled and said, "Have fun, but be careful not to give each other too much water." We both wonder now if she suspected what else we were doing along with those enemas.

That’s a question my brother, sister, an I had many conversations about. (Many years later my brother an I had a conversation with our mother about enemas we received as kids. She never came right out and said, she had our RN grandmother teach us personal hygiene, however, our opinion at the time, was she did.) In the late 50’s and 60’s, sex was a taboo subject, and we came to the conclusion our parents knew a lot more than they let on too. They knew we gave ourselves enemas, otherwise, we wouldn’t have been taught to do so, an are reasonably sure, they knew we gave enemas to each other. As to how much they knew about our investigation into our sexuality, is a good question. Nether our mother, nor our grandmother were stupid, and I’m sure, as are my brother and sister, they both knew what teaching us personal hygiene would lead too. Plus, it put them in the position of not having to answer sexual questions as we entered puberty. Did we experiment with each other an our friends sexual, sure we did. We taught each other about our sexuality, because nobody else would.

Only recently my mom asked, and we had this totally unexpected TMI chat about our respective "bowel habits." Mom just turned 80, and rarely has she ever asked me about this subject. But with COVID-19 keeping both of us at home, we're doing FaceTime nearly every day and talking about all sorts of things that we never have in the past.

I've known for years that Mom has what she jokingly calls a "spastic colon," which she knows I inherited a touch of when I'm stressed. But I had no idea until this conversation when mom asked, right out of the blue, if I "do an enema when my gut is rebelling" (her words). What a shock that was!

When I have a little more time on the subject, I'll tastefully elaborate, but because Mom is usually such a private person, this was incredibly TMI between the two of us.

I've known for years that Mom has what she jokingly calls a "spastic colon," which she knows I inherited a touch of when I'm stressed. But I had no idea until this conversation when mom asked, right out of the blue, if I "do an enema when my gut is rebelling" (her words). What a shock that was!

When I have a little more time on the subject, I'll tastefully elaborate, but because Mom is usually such a private person, this was incredibly TMI between the two of us.

That is too funny. I assume that mom does enemas on a regular basis. I know you've talked about giving them to your daughter and husband.Is she aware of that? It's possible your daughter mentioned them to her.

This reminds me of the time my mom tried to have the birds and bees discussion about 4 years too late. It was very uncomfortable for both of us. It doesn't sound like the big E causes her any embarrassment. I look forward to your elaboration.

Assuming she IS alive, and I DO some day meet her(unlikely) i would not want it to be in that FIRST meeting. I know the question would come up sooner or later and i would hope we can be honest with each other.

I've mentioned elsewhere that my mom was addicted to her enemas and that I'm sure she was wise to all the enemas I was taking as well as my collection of enema bags. But talking about any of this with her, or that matter any family members, was something I would have found very distasteful; just as I would find talking about anything sexual - and that explains it since enemas are something very sexual for me.