First Time For a Bag Enema

Growing up in the 1960's an enema was a given. Eventually as a young boy you were going to get one.

My was the little red bulb type at first. Does anyone remember when you were first given an enema from the big red bag ?

How old were you, what were the circumstances, how did it happen and what was your reaction when you saw the bag enema.

My first vivid recollection of getting an enema with the red enema bag, was around age 3 or 4. I was in the tub as mom sat on the closed toilet. She was holding the enema bag as grandma inserted the nozzle. I was curled up with my legs close to my chest. I looked up at them as the solution triggered some discomfort. My sister was seated on a small folding chair and all scrambled when I hurriedly had to get out of the tub and onto the toilet.

My first was with a little red bulb at about 4-5 YO. I remember the sounds of the bubbling and the intake of the soapy water just like it was yesterday. It was only a bulbful or two as the solution was in a pint mason jar. My mom then picked me up off the bed and carried me to the commode. The red bag came a few years later.

It wasnot fun, my mother hung the bag from a ceiling light, way too high, probably why it cramped so bad.

I was 4 years old and sick with a cold and I was constipated. The doctor ordered a 1 pint enema of warm salt water to get my bowels emptied out and for the first time my mother used the open top fountain syringe. I was scared and struggled and cried while she gave me the enema but it emptied me right out. That was the start of her giving me enemas with the bag during illnesses as well as when a dose of laxative given at bedtime didn't make me go as soon as I woke up the next morning. She also started using various solutions at the suggestion of my grandmothers, aunts and my friends' mothers including salt and baking soda, Epsom Salts and Ivory bar soap which is what she finally settled on as being most effective. As I got older she increased the amount of the enemas by 1 cup every 3 years until I was getting the full 2 quart bag when I turned 22.

I was no older than four when I was given my first remembered enemas. Those traumatic enemas were over mom’s lap as she sat on the edge of the bathtub. I had no idea what was going on and cried loudly. Very likely those initial enemas were for constipation, but I never knew. Mom had a latex douche syringe that she used for my enemas, so my very first enema was from a bag. I quickly learned what it was used for and kept an eye out for it. Mom gave Ivory soap solution enemas but did not require a holding period nor a rinse follow up enema. Volume increased as I grew until I was getting the full bag around eleven years old.

My first experience with a red enema bag was when I was a child at my aunts house. There was was about seven of my cousins including me playing and all of a sudden my aunt decided it was enema time for everyone. She lined us up in front of the bathroom door and one by one she put us over her lap, pulled our pants down and gave us enemas. Some of us got larger amounts of water, it depended upon how big you were. My mom always liked to use a enema bulb on us. The enema bag did have a different feeling to it versus using the bulb enema.

It was always the red bag for me.

Born in 1950 the time when enemas were main stream received my frist enema at age 8 my grandmother gave it mother helped grandmother was a nurse they used open top red rubber bag.given two during that session. Expelled the first one and watched as the bag was refilled.

I was ten years old when I got my first enema with a bag and I remember it like it was yesterday.

During summer vacation from school, I would get bored at home and I would stay for a week at grandmas. It was fun there. There were other kids in the neighborhood and there was a pool a few blocks away and grandma would take me and the neighbor kids there. After a few days, grandma noticed that I wasn’t interested in playing with the neighbors and was laying around the house. With a few questions she determined that I had not pooped for several days. Too busy playing, I guess. She suggested that I would feel better after an enema. I got enemas from mom from time to time with a bulb syringe, and didn’t mind them, actually I liked them. I had seen a bulb in grandma’s bathroom so I agreed that she could give me an enema.

A few minutes later, she called me to the bathroom. As I took off my shorts and panties, I saw her red hot water bottle hanging on the towel bar, with some sort of hose attached. I asked her what it was for. She said it was my enema. She said that I was old enough to get my enema like she does. As I laid there, I couldn’t help but stare at the bulging bag while my belly filled. When I was sure that I couldn’t take any more, she shut it off and helped me up.

As I sat on the toilet I saw that the bag was still about half full, but it was more water than I ever had in me until then. As all of the water and poop came gushing out, I wondered how it all fit into my skinny belly. But somehow I just knew that this would not be my last enema with a bag.

I dont know about the first, but I was recently reintroduced to it! Bought a bag to replace a bulb id been using to combat pregnancy related constipation and tired it last week. I was surprised at how easy it was to use and take and felt much better afterwards, especially since I didn't need to keep refilling a bulb.

That was a loooong time ago! We all got twice weekly enemas growing up, from Grandma, Mom, and/or Aunt Ruth. I got my first enema as soon as Mom brought me home from the hospital, from an ear syringe. I got enemas for several years from increasingly larger bulbs. As near as I can remember, I was switched to the bag around 10 or 11 years old. I always got my regular enemas that way from then on. Since sister Lisa and I regularly played together in the bathtub, we kept giving each other bulb enemas with the bath water for several years. We quit doing that when we got too big to easily bathe together. We didn't quit sharing enemas, though. We showered together whenever we could sneak one, and enemaed each other standing in the shower, using the naked tip of the shower hose.

Around 4 or 5 years old, my mother and I both got constipated and my grandmother filled a bag with warm soapy water and inserted an unusual nozzle into her. She squeezed two small bulbs and I saw a balloon inflated outside her anus. My mother told me that this nozzle would help her retain her enema while she prepared and gave me my enema. The bag was very full as grandma hung it on a hook behind my mother who was lying on the side on her bed. Grandma said I'll cover your mother with a light blanket so she doesn't get cold. She undid the clamp and mom said I feel it, nice and warm. After a while she started moaning and doing something under the blanket. As the bag emptied, her moans grew and grandma said the bag is almost empty. My mother closed her eyes and shuddered a little. She was now on her back with a big smile on her face. She pulled her panty on and grandma removed the blanket. Her stomach was really large. Grandma clamped the nozzle and disconnected it from the hose. Mother connected a curved black nozzle to the hose and clamped the hose. Grandma had already prepared a plastic pitcher with very soapy water. I could smell the Ivory soap. Mom filled the bag and told me your turn. I lay on my left side and felt her finger lube my anus with Vaseline and then she inserted the nozzle and held my buttocks tight around it. It felt strange as the enema flowed out the side holes slowly filling me. Then mom stopped the enema and told me to squat over a small bucket and wait until I felt a very strong urge to go. Soon the enema started gushing out and mom said that's good, don't force it out just let it gush out on its own. That was easy as I could not retain that crampy enema even if I had wanted to which I didn't. After I was finished mom gave me the rest of the bag and helped me to retain it by squeezing tight my buttocks. She told me to use the toilet to expel. We had a step by the toilet to make us squat while doing number two. . In between the two enemas my grandmother went to the bathroom with my mother and then I heard her start expelling her enema. When mom came back her stomach was flat as if it had never been filled. Grandma told us that we both needed rinse enemas to clean our tummies of any soap. That was my first experience with a bag enema but certainly not my last.

My first (known) enema from mom was a bag enema at age 9. I had seen an enema bulb used on my buddies little brother once or twice but if my mom ever used a enema bulb on me I was too young to remember. I knew of disposable Fleets enema that a house guest used (I assume) on herself. (One of my weekly household chores was to empty the wastebaskets from around the house. That particular disposable enema only made it as far as my room as it became my first method of giving myself an enema.)

I starten with a Enema bucket before i got hold of my first Enema bag from USA more then 30 years ago. I still have it . Its a open Enema bag , red in solid rubber. I use my France Enema bucket when i make a Enema selusion. That more esey to clean. But all other Enema are from my 2 Q or 4 Q Enema bag . Made of selicone i think. All working splinded.

The first time I can recall receiving an enema, I was four or five years old. I was laying across grandma's lap getting an enema and remember looking up and seeing the enema bag hanging on the bathroom wall behind her. At grandmas, we always received enemas in her big downstairs bathroom in private or together from grandma or our teenage aunts. However, at home mom gave us enemas in the bedroom or bathroom in private or together depending on the circumstances. It didn’t matter where or who gave us enemas, they were always from an open or closed top douche/enema bag using an adult rectal or long curved douche nozzle.

I started out getting enemas from a child sized bulb, red with a black nozzle. Around 7 years old I was switched to the red BF Goodrich Coronet combo bag that my mom used. The bulb enemas were not painful, but the bag enemas were, due to the fact that she hung the bag 5 feet above floor and I was laying on the floor on my back. The enema felt like it was coming from a fire hose! The cramps were bad. Sometimes she would stop and give me a break. One time I had a bad cramp and she did not stop. I shot water and hard turds all over her and the bathroom! From then on if I said STOP, she DID! LOL

Even though the enemas were painful they stirred something deep inside me. I was hooked even at 7 years old. The stimulation that I felt was sexual, but I had no idea of sex at that age. A short time later the enemas would give me an erection. My Mom noticed and said: "stop that, it is nasty!". I said stop what? I really had no idea about erections or sex. At the next visit with my pediatrician (a woman), my mom asked her about my erections during the enemas. I was in the next room and they thought I could not hear, but with an ear to the door, I could. The Dr. said that it was perfectly normal, little boys could get erect any time something was inserted into their rectum. Just don't pay it any mind. That seemed to satisfy my Mom and she never mentioned it again although I would get hard during every enema after that.

I was never a fan of getting an enema. Up until probably age 6 or 7 I got them from a bulb, but eventually my mom wanted me to have more than a single bulb and so out came the enema bag. As I recall our had come with a vaginal nozzle plus an adult and a child nozzle. I got that one a couple of times before graduating to the adult one. Nothing would make me like an enema any better though.

My first enema was with a bag. I was four or five years old, and my grandmother decided I needed one. The only equipment she had was a bag. I only took a pint or two of water, which did the trick.

I don't remember the exact age, but probably around 6 or 7, and according to my recollection, I actually asked to be switched to the bag because it required fewer nozzle insertions and removals and the associated fear of leaking during either.

My memory is a bit fuzzy on this, I remember getting both the bulb and the bag while laying across mom's lap as she was seated on the toilet. And I'm fairly sure it was bag only after around 10 years old, so probably around 8 or nine was the transition age. The other thing I'm not sure about is the age that I transitioned from her lap to the bathroom floor. I definitely remember being on the floor with head down and butt up around age 12. That was the position used all of the time from that age forward.

Aged 19 and self administered unfortunately😢

The first time that ever had a bag enema was in my early twenties, after I moved out of my parents house and into my own place. I had wanted and fantasized about an enema bag for many years, ever since I saw pictures of them in old Sears & Roebuck catalogs that my mom had when I was a kid, but I was too shy to go into a store and buy one. Finally getting and using an enema bag was the most exciting thing about moving out 😁 I recall ordering it off eBay as soon as the movers left that day. Before I got my first enema bag, the only enemas that I had ever had were the ones that my mom gave me as a little girl and the ones that I would sneak and give to myself with my little red childhood bulb. When my bag finally came in the mail, a closed top fountain syringe, I thought it was the sexiest thing that I had ever seen and I can't even accurately describe the feelings that it aroused deep within me.

As I have mentioned before, ll my childhood enemas given by my mother were given with a bulb syringe.

My mother had a bag syring. When she would clean out the hallway closet I would open the box and play with it.

Later when I was about 9 or 10 and started self taking enemas, I got it out when I was home alone. There was no rectal pipe, only a black douce nozzle and a colon tube. I removed the nozzle from the bulb enema and it fit the enema hose. That's how I took my first bag enema. Later. I'm sure at some point I also tried the diuche nozzle, but I can't say that I rember doing that.

I find this fascinating. As a kid, born and bred in Australia I never came across any reference to an enema until I was about 18. Out of curiosity I backed up on a bath tap to see what might happen if I got some water in there. I was a bit hooked from that and within a few months discovered it really was ‘a thing’.

I found a medical supply shop, asked them and walked out with a 1.5 litre plastic bucket with a hose and nozzle. From there I found Water And Power magazines and Beth Tyler ads…

Americans seem to have been raised with enemas. It just didn’t happen here. For the record too, I was born in 1956.

I'm not much into the idea of receiving enemas in actuality, more in the concept of it. I actually had two gravity colonics years before a bag enema, but in 2008 in my early 30s, I finally bought a red combination bag from the drug store and was excited about it. Just like with diapers, the planning and purchasing of it in the store was more exciting than actually doing it. I took the bus home from the store, and who should get on the bus and sit right behind me, along with her husband (as I had the bag in my messenger bag), but a girl I had spotted on the bus quite a few times and had a crush on (she also ended up working at my company briefly, after this). I would much have preferred giving her the enema than myself, but that's beside the point.

On the evening I did it, I was excited preparing all the stuff, but the actual experience wasn't great as I had a reaction to it of being lightheaded and maybe even some heart racing. I didn't use salt in it, but I don't know if my reaction was caused by that or by what I've read as a vagus nerve stimulation that can happen when you insert something rectally. I've inserted much larger things than the provided enema nozzle before and since, and didn't have that reaction, though. Since then I have done a few enemas with salt, and haven't had close to that reaction, though overall it's not a big thing for me. I want to get a machine colonic, but am concerned about potential effects.

I was 10 years old when my youngest brother was born. While mom was in the hospital for his birth I was staying at grandmas for a few days. Towards the end of my stay, I was not feeling good and after some questions including when did I poop last, grandma decided that I was constipated and needed an enema. I had gotten several enemas from mom over the years with a red bulb. I didn’t mind them and actually liked the feeling of the warm water going into my butt so I thought this would not be a big deal. When she called me to the bathroom I saw her hot water bottle hanging by the towels. I asked what that was for and grandma said it was her enema bag and I was going to get my enema like grownups do. I remember laying there on the floor wondering just how much I had to take. After a couple of starts and stops I told her I couldn’t take anymore. She helped me up and said I should hold it a few minutes, but there was no holding it in. As I sat there shitting my guts out I saw that the bag looked like it was still half full but it sure was the biggest enema I had up to that time. It was interesting because even though that enema was uncomfortable I sort of liked it. It was just the beginning.