How Many Enemas Growing up?

I probably can’t come close to an actual count.. way too high! My Mother was instructed by our family doctor to give me a small daily enema with a small bulb syringe shortly after I was born in 1953. You see, I had been born a month and a half early and had to have several surgeries before being released from the hospital.. a couple of months after my birth. My daily enemas continued until our family doctor had to give up his practice due to health issues. The new doctor did not believe in the use of enemas and, as a result, he instructed my mother to cease giving me those things and start giving me either castoria or Milk of Magnesia. I hated the Castoria, the taste and the Milk of Magnesia hardly ever succeeded in producing a bowel movement. Well, after several years of taking that stuff, I asked my Mother if she would 1) stop giving me the oral laxatives and 2) please start back to giving me enemas! I even went as far as to ask her for an adult enema that a girl that lived next to us had told me about. But, as you might guess, my Mother ignored my request… saying you know what our doctor has said about those things! I did not give up! It was at that point, that I decided to ride my bike across town to where my Grandmother, Mom’s Mother, lived. I did it to enlist her help.. Mam-Maw listened and she did not once put me down either..(I knew Mam-Maw liked taking enemas, herself) Well, after I talked with her, Mam-Maw looked me in the eye and said that she would talk to Mama for me.. why? I just figured that she decided to do it because she knew my medical history with my bowel problems! Anyway, I thanked her and rode my bike back to our house where Mom and I lived alone. Well, about 30 minutes after I got home Mam-Maw drove up as I was sitting on the porch swing. Then, I noticed as she exited her vehicle that she had a sack with her! It was a large sack and sticking out of the sack was this reddish-orange and black box. When she got onto the porch, she sat down on the swing with me for a couple of minutes saying “ok, I am here! I am going to talk to you Mother for you! In fact, I even picked up an item that she can use to give you adult enemas with!” Then, Grandma went on to explain, “Mike, I can’t guarantee that she’ll give you an adult enema , but I will try!” I thanked her as she went in! She looked back at me and gave me a thumbs up for luck! Anyway, she was in there about 30 or so minutes. When she came out, she did not have the sack with her and, again, she gave me a thumbs up! I got up off the swing and gave her a big hug! Then, I sat back down waiting on Mom to come get me.. she didn’t until it was time for supper! At supper, Mom looked over at me and said, “Mike, I can’t believe you went over to my Mother’s house and got her to come talk to me about those darn enemas!” I said, “Mom you know that I had asked you several times to give me one! I needed help! You know that I hate those two oral laxatives that you have been giving me! Besides, Mom, you, also, know that I took enemas for a long time with that red bulb syringe, right? And, Mom, if Dr Messina had not gotten ill, you would still be giving me my enemas, right?” Mother did not answer.. she just sat there looking at me! Well, several weeks went by and the Castoria kept right on flowing. Then, one Saturday morning, when she did not have to go to work and i didn’t have school … Mom surprised me with my first adult enema. I loved it and told her so. As a result, my oral laxatives ceased and my enema regime began anew and have continued through out my life! That takes me up to a time that was shortly before, Mom died! I had gone down to her apartment to spend some time with her! Well, while there eating all of Mom’s cooking, I became terribly constipated.. Finally, I bit the bullet, and asked Mom if she had an enema bag in her apartment. She said no! As a result, I went down to the local pharmacy and picked me one up. Upon return, she asked me why I liked taking her enemas so much! I told her.. “enemas make me feel loved and every one that she ever gave me let me know just how much she loved me!” My Mother upon hearing that just shook her head! Then, I asked Mom, “Don’t you remember all the enemas that you gave me growing up?” She said “Mike, you know that I only gave you two! And both times was because you were so damn constipated!” Who was I to argue with my Mother! I knew better!

@evolving said,

From about age 7 (guess) to 12, I got enemas every Saturday. These were soapy enemas from the red bag that really cramped.

Then said,

After age 12 I was expected to take them myself.

Growing up my siblings and I didn’t get enemas on a regular basis, but we got our share from mom, grandma, and our two young aunts. The summer I turned twelve, grandma taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility. Afterwards, we were expected to take care of our own enemas. And judging by our friends, that was the age most kids were expected to start taking care of themselves. For example: My girlfriend in Junior High, like me, was taught to give herself enemas around the same time.

More than 28!+

@jpaul said,

My grandmother who was a nurse had me on a weekly enema schedule. Two enemas per session.

Like you, our grandmother was a retired RN, and a firm believer in enemas for both kids and adults. Whenever she gave us enemas, the first one was made with Ivory soap. And the second was made with salt and baking soda to rinse the soap out. Occasionally, giving us a second rinse enema. The only time we got enemas on a schedule, was when we were sick in bed, and the doctor ordered daily enemas until it passed. There were also times, when grandma had our aunts give us a daily rinse enema at bath time for a week or so. Other than that, we received enemas when needed, which averaged around two or three times a month.

Mom did not have a fixed schedule for enemas back in the 50's and 60's, but never hesitated to get the bulb or the bag out when she determined it necessary. Until I reach high school age, I probably got enemas at least once a month. Constipation was the usual excuse, followed by illness of any kind, a preventative measure if anyone else in the family was sick or if something was "going around" or just because it had been awhile since I was last cleaned out and the equipment was on display drying out after someone else just got an enema. Never as a punishment, mom would go on and on about how good I would feel after a "good" enema. I can't begin to guess at the number of enemas I received (or self administered) but it was certainly enough to make me a believer for life.

Must have been enough as it caused quite a fettish. Will never forger the bulging enema bag, hanging from the ceiling light, way too high

I was not on any set schedule, but any time my mother announced "It has been a while, I think you could use a good cleanout", it meant at least one soapsuds enema followed by a tap water rinse. So about every 6-7 weeks from the time I started grade school. (That would be 9 soapsuds and 9 tap water per year for 7 years =126) Later, after I was diagnosed with spastic colon at age 12, any time I had abdominal pain I got a soapy enema and rinse. (~12 soapsuds and 12 rinses per year for 3 years =72) Our pediatric doctor's treatment recommendation always included "keep his bowels open." Regular enemas slacked off by age 15 and my last enema at home was at age 17. I can clearly recall my mother buying at least three new fountain syringes over the years, she really wore them out!

That would be 198 not counting multiple enemas for pinworms, or multiple soapsuds enemas for 'incomplete cleanings.'

Gee, put that way, I was a very well watered kid!

Many .. from the earliest I remember I was rolling back in the tub for mom to insert the small adult nozzle . I really have no idea 50 - 100 would be my guess . But today at almost 70 I am very fit & still love the big e sometimes .. fancy that > g

Average one to two a month ........... or ' as required '

When I was younger than ten I never really kept count of the enemas I received. Mom usually used a bulb enema with me. One time I remember receiving an enema from my aunt with a bag, I believe there were other enemas from her also. There was no schedule for an enema, it just happened whenever mom or my aunt was in the enema mood. Then it was no big deal to me since I’m certain that my enemas started with I was an infant and it was very normal for me. That all changed around age ten when my mom gave me a enema and it was the right time in my life and it resulted in a incredible instant hard on with prostate stimulation and cum juice on her leg and the floor. Mom never gave me a enema after that ☹️. It did launch my enema fetish however 😁. It’s something I inherited from my mom.

@Silver_Bullet said,

That all changed around age ten when my mom gave me a enema and it was the right time in my life and it resulted in a incredible instant hard on with prostate stimulation and cum juice on her leg and the floor. Mom never gave me a enema after that ☹️.

More or less the same thing happened to my brother and I around the same age. However, grandma was a retired registered nurse and taught her daughters not to be embarrassed about nudity or normal bodily functions. To that end, she taught her two younger daughters personally hygiene and how to care for and give children enemas as preteens. Being close in age, they were more like siblings than aunts. I was six and my brother five, when they were giving responsibility for our evening bath, including enemas and the occasional spanking. Grandma had a big downside bathroom with a large walk-in dual head shower. Making it convenient for the girls to put us in the shower together, then get in to bathe us and keep order. So, whenever we received an enema before our evening shower, like us, both girls were nude. Giving us enemas laying naked across their lap, then as we got older, in the knee chest position. The one thing that enemas definitely did, was give my brother and I a hard on, starting around age seven or eight. Something that wasn’t miss by the two girls or our younger sister, especially when we received enemas laying naked across the girl's lap. This routine continued until grandma taught us personal hygiene, the summer I turned twelve, and enemas became our personal responsibility. Afterwards, both mom and grandma stopped giving us routine enemas, however grandma still gave us a yearly 3H enema and the girls still gave us routine enemas well into our late teens.

You do the math.

My mother had an enema or anal fetish. I don’t know which. Starting around 5 years hold she started giving me enemas. She stopped when I was around 13, when I started menstruating.

The sexual urge hit her around every other week.

It wasn’t until years later, I realized she was sexually abusing me.

It was the impetus to my anal fetish in all forms.

@Assme I'm really sorry for you. Alas not the first time that I hear of parents applying unnecessary intimate treatments because they enjoy giving them…

Till age 11 just a few, as we got them if the suppositories did not work. However from that age, weekly or once every second week regular schedule were introduced. Lasted till age 14 for me, but seen sister marching to the bathroom with mom when she was 17.

I got my first bag enema at age 5 and through grade school would get one anytime I stayed home sick from school… which was probably five times a year. That frequency dramatically tapered off in junior high and especially high school. My last enema from a parent (Dad, in this case) was at 16 when I was sick with the flu.

About once a week for as long as I remember until my teens when I got my own enema bag. Continued to and throughout a wonderful marriage.

Openly shared. Enema bag accompanied us wherever we traveled. Cancer ended that in 2010.

I think of her every day.

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