Reasons for childhood enemas

Of the various reasons we got enemas as kids, one thing came to mind. Mom likely viewed an enema as a pre-emptive way to avoid having to clean up after a poopy incident, or the hastle of finding adequate toilet facilities if we were away from home.

It was a pretty quick process to give me an enema in the tub. I was next to the toilet for an expedited poop and there was little chance of having to be chaperoned to a restroom when out shopping etc. Certainly, a long car ride was uneventful if we kids had been relieved in advance. I know mom wasn't adverse to giving herself an enema either.

I don’t remember the reasons why I was given enemas, my health was excellent, but apparently this happened because my mother is a doctor.

Like many here I was born in fiftys so grew up getting regular enemas from mum and granny only when realised that must got them from baby as my younger sister got slivers soap up to start bowel movements saved Terry nappys I was often ill one medicine I had taken had codine in it so was all ways constipated resulting in enemas in abundance mother often used soap sticks start things off early ones were bulb inserted and repeated 4 or 5 times then mother started useing can held about two pints at age 7 red bag appeared held lots more half the time got enemas for just being bit cranky only needed to sneeze bag be out.

My mom used enemas as a cure all for any of my many childhood ailments. Not having regular bowel movements or colds or flu were also reasons for me to receive a "good" hot soapy enema.

My mom made sure she was well aware of my bowel habits. If I said my stomach hurt, she would get the enema bag. After I would stop being sick from A stomach virus, I would receive a soapy enema followed by several rinses. She would wait until my dad came home from work, before administrating the enema. My dad would be there assisting my mom. He was there to insure my good behavior. When I was very young, I got up and ran away before an enema. My dad would stand by my side and place his hands on my back. Not really holding me down, more like letting me know he was there and I better behave. My mom would make me lie down on my left side and pull my leg up. She believed in putting a big glop of Vaseline on her index finger before telling me to relax. She would insert her finger and move it around my anus. Once that was done, she would hang the red enema bag on a hangar. There was a room in my house called the sick room. There was a twin bed and and old fashioned exam table. I was laying on the exam table totally nude. My mom was very kind when I had a cramp. I continued receiving enemas from them through high school. By the time I was 10 , I was assisting my dad when my mom received one and my mom when my dad got one.

The Only reason was constipation remedy when I was about 3yo.. Iam glad I never got a punishment enema... Or maby I just dont remamber it..

Mine were in the 1960’s. My fraternal Grandmother must have had the kink, and really enjoyed giving enemas. As most of us know, in those days it could be considered proper medical treatment. She was always concerned with everyone's “BM’s.” “Have you had a BM today?” she’d ask. In my case, I hated school. I had a bad teacher in second grade, and I was also bored and didn’t know it. I would often fake a stomach ache, and if my Grandmother was there, she’d ask about my BM’s. Regardless of my answer, she’d always say “Well, go back to bed and we’ll check.” I went back to my bed, and she returned with a jar of Vaseline, and a rectal thermometer in a plastic case. She'd say “Roll over,” and then pulled my pajama bottoms down to my knees, and slid my pajama top up to the middle of my back. She took the top off of the Vaseline, then scooped out a generous amount on her skinny index finger. She then spread my bottom apart, and slowly massaged the Vaseline into my little butthole. She then pushed her finger all the way in, and made a very thorough check for “stool” for a minute or two. She’d slowly pull it out, and confidently say “I think you’re constipated” (Whether I was or not…) She wiped the Vaseline off of her fingers, took the thermometer out of its case, and shook it down. Again, two fingers spread my butt apart, and the thermometer was inserted into a very slippery butthole. Of course she held the thermometer between her fingers for the full three minutes. After the time had passed she pulled it out, wiped the Vaseline off, and checked the thermometer. “He doesn’t have any temperature” she’d say. ”Well, an enema wouldn't hurt.” Just hearing the word “enema” sent an excited shiver through me. (It still does…) Enemas from her were never uncomfortable. When she was at our house she only used a small fleet enema, (It was probably filled with warm water, since I never got cramps.) She disappeared into the bathroom while I laid on the bed on my stomach. I’d hear water running, and she’d return, holding the orange-tipped enema, and a towel. She took a pillow from the bed, and had me lift my hips up while she slid it under me, and pulled the towel across the top of the pillow. I settled my hips back down on the towel, as she took the cap off of the enema. Again my bottom was pulled apart, and the enema slid in easily with all the excess Vaseline. As soon as the nozzle had completely disappeared, she stopped holding my butt apart, and placed her hand in the small of my back. She held the enema in place for a moment, then slowly started to squeeze the warm water into me. It was never uncomfortable, since there wasn’t much water. She would use both hands to try and empty all of the water out, and then slowly pull the enema out of my clenched butt. She would then take several tissues, spread me apart again, and wipe as much Vaseline off as she could. I was then allowed to go to the bathroom to expel it by myself.

That’s how it all started. There are other stories to tell about the times I went to stay at her house for a few days, but that's for another time.

With that kind of home medical treatment as a kid, of course I have this kink.

I grew up with my Dad and Step Mom. I had an older step brother, and a younger sister. My step mom had lost a child when she was younger. I am not sure to what because it was never really talked about much but the child was very young. I feel like due to this she was overly involved in our health as children. I can remember constant streams of doctors visits, testing, and vaccinations. I received enemas for constipation, random tummy aches, during my period when I was older, and if I ever acted out because she felt that was a sign of being "backed up". This was in the late 70s through early 90s. I had bulb enemas, bag enemas, and enemas with various additives.

I always received them when I didn't feel good or was stopped up in some way..I remember my parents always took my temp anally before I was given a enema.