At what age did you realize that you liked receiving or giving yourself enemas

I really became interested in who, at what age, and under what circumstances realized that he liked getting an enema.

Late bloomer here who is greatly enjoying the process of catching up to the veterans here on Zity. First enema experimentation was in preparation for anal sex and pegging. Discovered enemas were a pleasure unto themselves. Have always self-administered them.

Around seven years old. Not certain what exactly tripped the switch, likely a combination of factors. On the negative side there were the feelings of shame, embarrassment and dread. On the positive side were the pleasurable sensations of the rectal nozzle being inserted and lodged in my bottom, the cramps that simultaneously hurt and felt good and the post enema euphoria that overwhelmed my body. Of all the treatments a child was subjected to when ill in the 50s, only the results of an enema made me feel better afterwards.

Introduced to enemas around age 5-6 and didn’t like them, but enjoyed the insertion. Maybe around age 10 I experimented with them, but again, mainly for the anal stimulation, not so much the filling. As I grew older, I started using enemas, mostly for the anal stimulation from different nozzles, but started to enjoy the fill.

It started for me before age four or five, and like me, my siblings liked enemas too. Mom and grandma gave us enemas up until age six, when grandma taught moms two younger sisters personal hygiene and how to care for and give children enemas. Afterwards, grandma gave the girls the responsibility of doing our evening bath in her big downstairs bathroom. Making it convenient for the girls to take care of us.

To start with, I was anal erotic, and so were my siblings. Mom gave us enemas laying across our bed together, so we were used to seeing each other getting enemas. Then when the girls started giving us enemas in grandmas big downstairs bathroom. They put us in the large walk-in dual head shower together. Making it convenient for the girls to get in with us, to keep order, while they bathe us. So, whenever the girls gave us enemas together before our bath, like us, they were both naked.

As we got older, just seeing our siblings getting an enema laying naked across the girl's lap gave us weird feelings. Just seeing that alone, gave my brother and I a hard-on, not to mention the enema itself. With a digital rectal exam for lubrication, nozzle insertion, followed by the warm water starting. That really felt good until the cramps started. The cramps hurt, but felt good at the same time, and finally that clean empty feeling. Enemas gave us a lot of different feelings, that changed the older we got, in ways we didn’t fully understand.

This continued until grandma taught us personal hygiene as preteens, when enemas became our personal responsibility. It wasn’t until my siblings and I started swapping enemas with one another, that the light finally came on. Enemas were a mix of different feelings all rolled together. They were pleasurable, sexually, felt good, hurt, and turned us on, all at the same time. Learning that enemas weren’t any different for either boys or girls, turning our sister on, just like they turned me and my brother on.

I was about 8 when I started to sneak in the bathroom and give myself an enema with the bulb when no one was home

Probably 7 or 8 years old.

Not until I was about 20 and I really enjoyed the experience. But from 5 until I was about 18, I was in foster care from age 5 and after my first enema experience, held down and forced! I feared and dreaded the word Enema. Always given by my foster aunt, and always told "the enema's not nice and you won't like it, but you have a bowel problem, and the Doctor told me you will need to have enemas"

I started enema play with a neighbor boy at the age of five and a half, enjoyed it tremendously. When we couldn't get together to play, I would self administer when I had the house to myself. Both parents worked full time, so I had almost every afternoon free upon returning from school, so afternoon enemas became an almost daily ritual.

I started around 8 or 9 just sticking the nozzle in and out, it wasn’t until I was 12 or 13 that I had the house to myself for a couple of hours after school while mom and dad were at work that I actually started giving myself enemas.

It was to long ago to remember an age although it was before puberty. Maybe 5 or 6. The red squeeze bulb was easily available from under the bathroom sink. I liked almost anything in my butt. I think for years I evaluated many objects as possible butt toys or not. I think about the things I tried as a kid and wonder how I never hurt myself.

So very true! Thinking back some of the things I inserted, some of the strong detergents I tried, I'm surprised I survived as a kid. Even self catherizing with a colon tube, and taking bladder enemas. It's a miracle I never got an infection. Today with sterile one time use catheters and clean technique I still get infections. I guess the body just gets old and warn out!