Position used when receiving enemas as a kid (or teen)?

Circa 1955 ... found grammas Ex-Lax. Chocolate !!! Ate it and got caught. She called our one horse town doctor and was told to "clean him out". Was held down by gram and her two sisters on my back with feet over my head. Had no idea what was going on. No explanation, no arguing just a whirlwind of activity that began my en-thusiatic journey.

Always totally naked in the knee-chest position

Knee/chest on the rubber sheet. Bulb enemas progressed to bag enemas. The scent of the warm Ivory soap water in the red enema bag mixed with the scent of the rubber sheet is something that turns me on even today!

When I was young and needing enemas regularly, Mom always gave me my enemas sitting on the toilet just as she took them herself. I only remember getting standard bag enemas, which were hot and stinging soapy enemas. A quick gush of that mixture always helped me to go potty when I was constipated and needed some help. Later on as an older teen, I took solo enemas in the bath tub on my back quite often. About that time in college,I taught myself how to take my enemas in the Sims position and liked taking them on my bed.

I like my bag very high or as high as possible with hot water and a lot of soap laying on my back and i release it. HHH is my preferred method i get good cramping and a. good release. I love looking at the soapy mess knowing i am clean

I had my first enema at the age of twelve when I found mom’s bag. She never had given me one but somehow I looked at it for a minute and figured out what it could do (what else). I started taking them when home alone and it was safe and I would lay my torso face down on my bed and knees on the floor and arms spreading sideways. I didn’t know it then but that’s still one of the hardest ways for me take it but what did I know. It took a few months before I took my first full two quart bag all in one shot without running to the toilet.

I only remember one enema my parents gave me, when I was probably about 3 years old, and it was while I was lying on my left side. In fact, I barely remember the details of that enema at all (I was too young). This is a fragmentary memory, including only the following details: I'm lying on my side on the sofa in the living room, facing the back and therefore completely unable to see what's going on behind me. I feel a strange force literally tearing my bottom apart from the inside, and I also feel a warmth growing there. I also remember that I am not crying or screaming, but only in absolute shock, which seems to have paralyzed me. At the same time, I hear my mother's gentle voice trying to calm me down. That's all that's etched into my memory.

The early years enemas were given laying on my back on top of a table with legs raised in a diaper position as mom syringed me. Around age 5 enemas were over mom's lap until age 10. Then on my left side in bed. All enemas were given with a bulb syringe.

I've indicated in other threads, that my mom and grandma gave me enemas in the tub. When very young, I was usually on my tummy in the cold tub, although I saw my younger sisters getting them in a diaper position with a bulb. It's possible that is how I got them earlier than I have memories. As I got a bit older, I convinced mom to run some warm water and allow me to recline on my back. This was more comfortable and I could see her holding the enema bag. I could monitor the flow as I filled. On those few occasions when I was given a soapy enema, I would be on my knees and elbows, and butt up.

As a teen, I experienced enemas in the hospital and was on my side in bed. This was comfortable and when I got them at home, I could lie on my side in the tub. My self administrations often occurred while standing in the shower. The enema/douche bag was always hanging from the shower head. I could enjoy an enema while showering and then use the toilet after drying off. I always had an excuse that the bag got wet while showering. Whether mom figured it out or not was never confirmed directly. My older sister did tease me as she suspected I was self indulging.

Usually over my Motrhers lap

I always remember being on my hands and knees looking up over my shoulder at mom holding that huge amber latex syringe about to empty Into my little hole. It was always ass up head down except i couldn't stop looking at that huge enema bag, it always looked forbidding and exotic at the same time.

The enemas I got from mom were with a bulb syringe. I remember bending over at the waist, either holding on to the edge of the bathtub, or touching my feet. Mom stood at my side, left hand spreading my butt cheeks while she inserted and squeezed the bulb with her right. Repeat as needed. This stopped when I was twelve and she came home early to find me giving myself an enema. She never gave me another one after that day.

Always from mom, standing, leaning on the sink in the bathroom, always bulb

I remember being on my back totally naked with my legs bent and spread. I was required to resume this position after expelling to have a diaper put on in case of accident if I was not completely empty. This is my favorite position still today and still use a diaper .

Recently my enema giver has had me on my back, legs bent at the knees and spread apart as it's easier for her to rub my belly while the first several enemas flow. Then for the multiple probiotic syringe enemas she found it easier to insert the colon tube in the same position, so I stay that way for all of them and then the belly rub. I hold the probiotics for 30 minutes with no urge to run to the bathroom.

Another session is planned for this Wednesday afternoon.

For every enema that my mom ever gave me, she used a red bulb syringe and I was always in the Sims position on the bathroom floor.

These days I take my enemas using the Simms position, on my left side with legs bent, on a towel on out bathroom floor. I find the "knee chest " position too hard on my almost seventy year old knees.

Sue, my fabulous colonic hydrotherapist, starts me on my left side and then has me move on to my back. Finally, and when all appears to have finished, she has me back on my left side. That's when the cecum flush occurs. Oh my goodness!!

Oops, no longer a " teen" but still feel like one. Those magical treatments by Miss Norman, school matron, are still so vivid. She is the cause of my klysmophelia and I am soooo grateful.Did she know what she was giving me?