Open use of enemas at home

How many of you experienced the open, even casual, use of enemas at home. I have an enemate who admitted that members of her family openly took and administered enemas without privacy, closed doors or embarrassment.

Her Mom and Dad exchanged enemas a couple of times a week. She said they were very casual about enemas as a natural health aid and a preferred way to relax.

She also admitted that her mother taught her and her sisters and brother how to administer to each other if she or Dad were not available to help.

The family also openly shared limited bathroom space showering, brushing teeth, etc.

Anyone else grow up that way?

I certainly experienced some of this "open/no privacy" enema activity ...

My mom regularly gave my sister (in her teens) enemas with no privacy, open doors, some parading activities, etc. If I was home, I was usually keenly aware of their activities. I am not sure how the original conversations were handled, but I knew it was "on" if I saw my sister in the shower (through the open bathroom door), and/or my mom parading in-and-out of the 3rd bathroom, or my sister in a towel marching down the hall to the end closet to retrieve the enema bag, which was kept in its box in the far hall closet (past my room) on a shelf. The bathroom door was always left wide open. With the large mirrors, a large glass shower and open tub, a visible toilet, etc., all was easy to see and hear ... This was all by my mom's doing, and I'm sure she was doing all of this to put my sister in a certain headspace. She was always naked for the enemas, while my mom was typically in a white bra with white panties. The enema's preparation, my sister standing and watching, her positions, the bag, the process (preparation, administering, holding, expelling, guidance, etc.), were all in open view ... It was possible to not only see everything, but to hear everything too. In essence, it was sights and sounds for all.

@w_smith that had to be quite an education! It was mostly private in my home, with just a mention of when an enema was going to be given, the muffled sounds when it was my mom giving herself one, and the after sights of the bulb on the edge of the sink or the bag hanging up to dry. The bathroom door stayed closed, except for one occasion that I’ve written about when my Dad gave my Mom an enema with the bag.

@Bagme53 It was indeed quite interesting. In your case, it does seem as if your mom was leaving some very visible tips as to what she had been doing for others to pickup on.

@Bagme53 Seems your mom wanted to embarass your sister.

Enemas were given privately and infrequently but everyone in the house knew you were getting one. With 9 kids crammed into an incredibly small house there was just no privacy so you would see mom coming and going with the bag before the bedroom door shut and the unlucky victim making a quick dash to the potty a few minutes later.

@w_smith No, I don’t think she intentionally was leaving any tips, just not putting away anything very quickly. She didn’t mind me or my Dad knowing about her enemas, though. There was one time that I got an enema and missed school - saw my teacher a few days later at the grocery store and my Mom told her she gave me an enema. That was embarrassing. I was in 6th grade at the time.

Some families are not private about peeing and pooing I remember in the college dorm there was a guy who would not bother to close the toilet stall door when he was pooing.

Also, I remember seeing the toilets in a WW II armory… one row of about 25 toilets along a wall with no partitions or anything… and another like row about 10 feet away facing them.

https://www.alamy.com/a-row-of-toilets-in-an-army-base-in-the-south-pacific-during-world-war-ii-ca-1943-image244863316.html

Also, I've read that in the royal courts of Europe, the monarch's daily peeing and pooing was a state affair.

So, is giving or getting an enema really any more a private matter than these?

Enemas were never hidden. I knew my parents took enemas as much as they gave me and my sibling, however for the most part it was a private one on one thing. That being said I didn't mind or care if sister entered room during and vice versa when we younger.

We had even given to one another when home alone which started off playing around but became a frequent thing for a period of time.

I never hid the fact we used enemas from anyone but we did close the door.

I think I would have a hard time trying to relieve myself in a lavatory like the one in the picture. Sitting there in plain view of who knows how many other people trying to do the same thing!!!

If I recall the individual who routinely received him enemas in the presence of royalty was Louis XVI of France.

@herrdoktor

I never said that pooing in such a bathroom was easy… or possible. Although I've never tried it, I very much doubt I could ‘do my business’ in such a situation without the stimulation of a mighty enema.

I don't know about open, but when one member od the family takes an enema, the whole family knows because the prep means missing dinner the night before and breakfast the day of.

It also means the person is not around for half a day or the better part of it. Also, the two bathrooms used for enemas are on the top floor and the sewer pipe inside the wall becomes audible when the toilet is flushed.

So it's not like the rest of the family is unaware. Thjey know what is going on and understand their role in protecting the taker's privacy.

Even though others in the family knew when an enema was given, it was always a closed door process. If mom and I had previously discussed that I needed an enema after dinner, my sister and I might be watching tv when mom would say, “Cheryl, it is time for your enema.” My sister and my dad would hear that and know what was going on, but the door was closed with only mom and me in there. This was kind of ironic because my sister and I were giving ourselves and each other enemas at the time, but when mom gave the enema it was a private thing.

@herrdoktor

I never said that pooing in such a bathroom was easy… or possible. Although I've never tried it, I very much doubt I could ‘do my business’ in such a situation without the stimulation of a mighty enema.

Looks similar to the ones we had when I was in the army. We had 3 facing 3 and you get used to it.

I got the red bag usually weekly until I went to college. Stripped to my briefs and socks in the bathroom Dad came in with it. He always gave it in the bathroom over his lap. Door was always open my butt facing the door with the nozzle in. When it was all in and time to let it out Dad took the bag and left the bathroom and closed the door.

@Sean . When I was 10 years old I spent a week at a Boy Scout camp and the toilets had partitions but they were only chest high with no doors. I was embarrassed being seen by the other boys so I held back and became constipated with a stomach ache which ended up with me being given a large dose of Castor Oil by the camp nurse which didn't work. When I still had hadn't gone the next morning the nurse gave me a big hot soapsuds enema using a Higginson syringe which got my bowels moving but then I was given another large dose of Castor Oil to make sure they kept moving.

As far as having to use a no privacy bathroom like the one shown in the army picture, it did remind me of my first college dormitory at UNC Chapel Hill. It was built in 1928 and the bathrooms were definitely original sinks and showers; not sure about the toilets but they were not new. The showers did have stalls but no shower curtains. The toilets had side partitions but no doors. It was very hard getting used to the situation upon arrival, but everybody was in the same boat and complaining wasn't an option- this was what it was like to live in a college dorm and everybody there signed up for it. I did try to schedule my poop session early in the morning if possible but after awhile you just got over it. This was in 1973-74.

@Rigel Yes, I believe it was used to create some embarrassment. Also, might have been a bit of a power move and was used to create intensity and a mindset for my sister. A ritual to enhance the goings on … I do think it liberated my sister to seek other activities.

Enemas at home or grandmas in the late forties and fifties, when we were growing up, were common place. As was nudity among kids and teenagers, but not the adults. Mom gave us enemas together in the bedroom or bathroom. Grandma on the other hand, gave us enemas privately in the bathroom, as did our teenage aunts when delegated to do so. It was also routine for our teenage aunts to give us enemas together in the evening before bath time. This started after grandma taught them how to administer enemas to children, using us as her teaching subjects. I was six at the time, so my brother was five and our sister was four. Afterwards, it became their job in the evening to see that we got a shower in grandmas large downstairs bathroom. That included enemas before our bath when directed by grandma. The downstairs bathroom had a linen closet, two vanities, a toilet, a wooden bench against one wall, and a large two head walk-in shower. So from the beginning, our teenage aunts were always nude, like us, before giving us enemas across their lap or getting in the shower with us. This routine continued until our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene as preteens and enemas became our responsibility.

We shared a bedroom at home and grandmas until our mid to late teens, so nudity between us wasn’t an issue. It was something we didn’t think twice about even with our teenage aunts. During summer months, we slept nude or with just briefs on, because of the hot summer nights. Windows were open to help air move through the house, so doors weren’t closed just pulled too, but not always. So, it wasn’t a secret when someone was about to get or was being given an enema. After being put to bed when it got quiet, we could over hear grandma giving someone an enema, especially mom. She hated getting an enema and really put up a fuss about it. For someone who disliked enemas, she sure gave us plenty growing up. Moms two sisters on the other hand, enjoyed enemas as much as we did. They enjoyed giving us and themselves enemas every opportunity they got. Made easier, by grandma delegated evening bath time to them, with the occasional enemas beforehand. We enjoyed getting enemas from them, because they really got playful with us, unlike mom or grandma who were no nonsense an all business.

Enemas were not a part of my family and my growing up. There wasn't even an enema bag in the house. Yes, I'd done my share of snooping and looking.

Enemas were not part of my upbringing. Sad, so sad.😕

Growing up in the 50's and the 60's, enemas were a regular use thing at our house. When younger in the 50's it was pretty routine receiving them from Mom for myself and my younger brother. I remember there was always an enema bag hanging in the bathroom either on the shower curtain rod or the hook on the back of the bathroom door drying after use. It was discussed openly all the time but when it was time to be on the receiving end of the nozzle, the bathroom door was closed. Every three days it was asked if we were needing an enema. Everyone knew what was happening but it was always just one of us in the bathroom, and Mom was the one to be giving them out. My brother and I openly discussed it, usually after the fact, as we shared a bedroom until young teens. Even as we got a little older, we still discussed it when we were old enough that we did our own enemas which was expected by Mom for our health. Mom and Grandma were regular users of the enema routine but were very private about it, but it was just part of life back then for a lot of households. Never do remember my Dad discussing it and don't know if he was part of the routine, but assume that he was, just was never mentioned by him.

You are of my generation. We only had one bathroom and the enema CAN hung from a hook near the shower. It was a different world then,

In my extended family on my mothers side, enema equipment and discussions were quite common. Though this was well after the so-called Golden age enemas were a common topic because my maternal grandmother, my mom and my mom's sisters all practice a holistic health routine of monthly fasting and enemas. They all started the routine when their menstrual period started. My mom’s routine was typical -- the day before she expected her period to start, she started fasting which consisted of liquids only and no solid food. On the day she expected her period to start, she took a sequence of three enemas in the morning. The first enema used strong purgative soap solution. The last two enemas used a plain isotonic salt water solution. For the next six days she took an enema every morning.

Rarely did she take her morning enemas in her bathroom. Most of the time she took her enemas down in our small workout/fitness room or actually in our sauna room. In those days I really didn't use the fitness room or sauna very often but if I did and it happened to coincide with my mom’s period the whole thing was out in the open to see. I recall more than once going into the sauna and seeing mom lying on a towel reading a book with her half empty enema syringe hooked up to her. She used a two bulb retention nozzle so she didn't have to worry about leakage and it was hands-free. Her syringe had one of those fancy flow control things it would allow you to adjust to a very slow flow. I think it used to take more than an hour for her to take a full 2 quart bag.

For the week the enema equipment would stay down in the workout room. When she finished with it for the month she brought it back up stairs and kept it in the bathroom closet.

I started the same routine when I began menstruating but I didn't follow the routine every month. My sister did though. I recall one time using the sauna with my grandmother, sister and an aunt all doing their morning routine without any hint of embarrassment.

Dita

Enemas and douches were frequently used at home and my sisters and I saw each other getting an enema or giving an enema to each other and douching was no big deal either. Menstrual enemas were regularly used. We all enjoyed the sensual benefits of the enemas and I saw my beautiful sisters walking around with a coffee or herbal enema stretching their panty in front and two bulbs sticking out of their panties in back to help them retain the enema. I enjoyed them using a Higgenson syringe attached to a douche nozzle to give me my enemas. Each squeeze of the bulb produced a wonderful sensation inside my anus. I helped them in the same way and as teens, they would take their enemas with a bullet vibrator in their pussies.

My family was very open about ' the enema ' in our home of the 1950's early 1960's . I was an only child but when it was ' enema time ' as my mother would announce she was most private as to the bed / bathroom where the enema was to be administered even if it ' was just the two of us ' . My dad did on occasion give my mom an enema usually by mid morning on a Saturday or soon after dinner before their bedtime . I fondly recall him making an announcement to me to the effect that ........ ' if you need to use the bathroom ' go now ' because in a few minutes I am going to give your mom an enema ' . Both of my grandmothers gave my mother enemas and my mom ' returned the favor ' to them as well as her ' aunts ' and one very close / special ' sister-in-law ' her brother's wife . I am of the opinion that our ' open use of enemas in our home of that day ' was a ' generational ' thing as ' enema discussions ' in the home were as common as ' a hot cup of coffee ' for breakfast . It seemed that when I visited my grandmother's home for any extended stay , I would always receive an enema and when I ' came of age ' as in ' enema eroticism ' , I could always depend on these dear ladies to ' relieve ' my strong ' urge ' for a ' good enema ' . Again , we were in fact as a family / extended family ' very open ' about our ' enema activities ' but as I recall only in the confines of our family which included a dear much older ' aunt ' who was ' there' for me as well . The discussion of ' the enema ' was often , vocal and non-censured by my family adults , even in my presence as a kid and older , which would as often as not lead to an enema exchange by the parties discussing the subject . As I matured , my mother ever one to ' keep in practice ' as to her enema administrations , would often suggest with ' that ' little smile ' and in a soft tone of voice ' ........ ' would you like for me to ' give you an enema ' ( ???? ) which was at all times answered in the affirmative irregardless of my stage of physical maturation . This was especially true when I returned home as a ' young man ' from ' college / university / grad-school ' end of semester ' breaks ' . Even as a ' teen ' , if I were to ' stroll around the home ' morning or afternoon clad only in my ' white tee-shirt and matching ' tighty-whitey briefs ' mom would internalize the ' not so subtle message ' I was sending that it was in fact ' just that time ' for both of us as she was always very intuitive and sensitive to my most pressing and personal ' needs ' here . Another short illustration of the subject thread was that if my mom ' changed her working attire of dress or slacks ' in the home and at an odd hour donned her nylon pajamas or a short gown , it was a sure bet that female relative or close female friend was ' on the way ' to give her a large volume ' enema ' and she often said so . Yes , as per above discussion ' thread ' , our home was an ' enema friendly home ' by virtue of discussion and practice of which I was privy to with many ' fond memories ' which I recall and cherish today . It was in this most welcoming and nurturing ' home enema environment ' that I began a personal odyssey of intimate pleasures which have only grown over time .

My mother was open in her use and need for enemas - but it was always in the context of having a constipation problem and to avoid getting hemorrhoids.

@Clyster the same here.

I mentioned that enemas were not a part of my upbringing. That didn't mean there wasn't a bag and hose. We had moved into a house formerly occupied by my Dad's parents. Being rather inquisitive, I was snooping around and found the equipment. I don't know how it got there, whether it belonged to my grandmother or my mother. It had instructions! The rest is history.

Over a period of time, there were actually 3 sets of enema/douche equipment. The one that I found was in a old cardboard box, and the other 2 were folding syringes hidden in a different place. It was in the late-sixties, so they were relatively new.

The same thing happened in my family, but only in relation to me. I don’t know if they gave enemas to my mother or stepfather or sisters, we didn’t practice this. Enemas were given only to me, as prescribed by the doctor. My mom didn't make them for me. I'm not sure she even knew how to make them. For this, nurses were invited. In fact, they were not even nurses, but students at a nearby medical school.

There was no privacy. The sisters usually prepared the equipment for the arrival of the nurse. My stepfather and mother disappeared for weeks on business trips and were rarely witnesses. The older sister always helped, she held the heating pad, there was no carnation and tripod. The middle sister could easily do her homework in the same room where I was given an enema. Or, for example, you can easily enter during the procedure and ask the nurse if she will drink tea.

This was due to the fact that I was the youngest in the family and for a long time was considered a small child.