How many of us lied to get enemas

I just waited until no one was home but me.

I'm probably the opposite of everyone else here. While I did not outright lie, I guess you might say that I would stretch the truth a bit hoping to get myself out of an appointment with mom's enema bag. It might have worked, but let's just say not often. All moms come with a certain built-in intuition. I didn't learn this until I had a daughter.

For me I hated getting them when younger. I hated going to school so often I would fake being sick I also withheld the urge to go I am not sure why except the dislike of public bathrooms or having too much fun outside. Well faking sick, I got away with it for a while then one fateful day while at the doctors I heard the dreaded word enema. I knew what they were I had seen most of my sisters first red bag enema and knew she hated it. Lucky me my first two were that day was child fleets. about two days later when I got home from school mom asked me if I had pooped that day I said not since the fleets wrong answer a while later I saw the bag out and the soapy solution being made I asked her if my sister was getting another enema and she said no this one is for you the doctor told her if I didn't go for two days give him an Ivory soap enema, about ten minutes later I was on the bathroom floor bum high getting filled from the red bag. I still hated school and knew faking sick would probably result in an enema but it was better than school,

If my mom had given me regular or occasional enemas, I'm sure I would have lied to get more of them.

The only enema I received as a child (administered by someone else) was a punishment enema from my mom when I was six year old. I played doctor with a neighbor kid and when his mom called my mom, my mom was embarrassed and punished me I think more for her embarrassment. Even though I knew I was being punished, when she squirted that warm water up my caboose, I was hooked for life.

Mom had a drawerful of enema equipment so I knew she gave herself enemas. As a teenager, I helped myself to her enema equipment almost any time I was home alone.

I don't know why she didn't give us enemas as kids. I wish she had. But it would not have been enough. I would have lied to get more or maybe I would have just asked for more.

Maybe not an outright lie, but bending the facts a bit? By time I was about ten, I recognized that I actually liked the enemas I got from mom. She could recognize my grumpiness or not wanting to play as constipation and would say an enema would help. And they did. There were a few times when my grumpiness was not due to constipation but when mom suggested an enema, I agreed that maybe I needed an enema, even though I had a big poop that morning. An enema usually improves my disposition.

My mom was not an enema mom. But she was a suppository mom. I often lied to get suppositories - I was almost never constipated but often faked it. I also faked nausea to get gravol suppositories. Ultimately any time I stayed home from school for say bad cold, flu etc. mom would give me some glycerin suppositories to clean me out and then a couple hours later give me Gravol suppositories 'to relax and rest'. Once in a weak moment I confessed to her that I enjoyed the 'high'. Her view was that if I was sick I needed to rest, and the relaxation followed by sleep that followed the 'high' was good for me to get better quickly and back to school.

Yes - I remember a time I lied just to get an enema. I was ten and staying at grandmas for a few days. After about three days there she noticed I was just not right, and after a few questions about when I went poop last, it was determined an enema was probably the thing to do. Since I knew she had a bulb like mom's at home, I agreed. When she called me to the bathroom I looked around and did not see the familiar red bulb but this bulging red bag hanging from the towel bar. It was a hot water bottle, but it had some kind of hose attached to it. I asked, “What is that?” Grandma said it was my enema, that I was a big boy and could get an enema like grown-ups do. When I thought I couldn’t take any I asked her to stop, and she did. I sat there on the pot staring at the bag. I looked still half full, but it was more than I had ever had up to then. But, somehow I liked it.

A few weeks later I was at grandma’s for the weekend and I told her I had a tummy ache, hoping she would give me another enema with the bag. It worked, I was beginning to like the full feeling I got from the bag. This was way more water than the couple of bulbs mom usually gave me. The next time I was at her house I complained of a tummy ache again, hoping for another of those enemas but she must have figured out what was going on because she said I should wait till my mom got home and ask her to give me my enema. I did not ask mom.

I had a friend and I told her that the doctor said I needed to take an enema for a day for about two weeks for severe constipation! She was always at my house anyway(we were just friends) She quickly offered to help as I wasn’t feeling well(unrelated to enema business) She gave me an enema everyday without fail and then here and there into the future! I felt very guilty when she passed away one year later! Hated lying to here!,,But I loved the enemas

Ahhh... such a sneaky lady. She should probably be turned over someone's knee for a thorough spanking and a couple of quarts of warm swirling waters.

A few years back I lied to a recently retired nurse close to my own age. I told her I was feeling uncomfortable & hadn't had a bowel movement 'for days'. She was at home & asked me to come back a couple of hours later when she'd had chance to find her long unused enema stuff & dust it off. Thus it was later that day she gave me a couple of quarts of warm soapy water & didn't fail to notice the erection it gave me. Afterwards she said 'You weren't constipated at all were you? You just wanted me to give you an enema. All you had to do was ask'. So started several years of enemas & other anal pleasure.

After, at the age of 5, when Mom gave me my first enema series (three SSEs and two plain water rinses), she started my on routine enemas, a good clean out every weekend. I loved getting all of those enemas. If we went away somewhere for the weekend, depending on where we went, sometimes she brought the bulb and bag and I got my enemas, usually on Saturday morning. Times that didn’t work out, I’d get enemas Thursday evening at bathtime, if we were leaving right after school on Friday, plus 5 more (it was almost always a series of 5) Sunday evening after we got home. Sometimes I couldn’t wait for the weekend and complained about a some tummy and she’d give me three before my bath.

I too faked stomach issues that led up to getting an enema. I moped around the house instead of playing outside, which almost guaranteed getting one right before bed. Mom would call me into the bathroom once I had changed into my pajamas to find the red hot water bottle hanging from the towel bar with her sitting on the toilet with the nozzle in hand. I enjoyed having to get totally naked in front of her and then climbing over her lap. Best part was still complaining after one enema, where I got two or 3 more. Sometimes she would not be happy with my 1st results, so she took it upon herself to give me a " good cleanout ".

I have not done this but I would like to get an enema from a medical provider in advance of my next exam, and am wondering how I can encourage them to do so.