Someone Announcing Your Enema

Standing at the checkout counter in the store and the clerk shouts to the back of the store, "Hey, Fred, are these Fleet enemas on sale this week?"

Does that count?

Standing at the checkout counter in the store and the clerk shouts to the back of the store, "Hey, Fred, are these Fleet enemas on sale this week?"

Does that count?

That definitely counts.

Does being outside playing with your friends and then having your female cousin come over and say, “Your mom is ready to give you your enemas now,” count? Payback came one day when I was at her house and she had some friends over. I asked her, “How many enemas did your mom give you last night?”

Once, when I was a child, my mother gave me an enema. I think I was seven years old, and my father was also present. He had to help because he didn't want me to have the enema. To be honest, I didn't enjoy it at the time, and I remember it as a somewhat humiliating situation. When I was nineteen, I met a man who looked to be about fifty, and he sometimes asked me to play a father-son game. In one of our encounters, he told me he had a fantasy of taking me to the doctor, and the doctor would give me an enema. He finally found a friend who could do it. I remember that afternoon, the friend asked me to undress while he prepared everything in front of my pretend father. Finally, on a table, he gave me the enema. It was very uncomfortable, and I complained quite a bit. Meanwhile, my pretend father hugged me and told me I was going to be okay. I was able to fulfill his fantasy and that was the last time I saw him; I couldn't bear to keep seeing him and it was just another experience in my life.

When I was a little girl, enemas for me and my sister weren’t a secret, but it really wasn’t made a big deal either. If at supper time mom noticed that I was not hungry there would be a few questions while cleaning the table. Like, does your tummy hurt? When did you poop last? She might say she would give me an enema when she was done with the dishes. I usually didn’t argue, because I knew it would probably help.

I would be watching tv with my dad and sister when mom would calmly say, “Cheryl, it’s time for your enema.” Although every one knew I was going to get an enema it was always done in private with only mom in the bathroom with me.

After reading the posts on this topic it sounds like this is a common occurrence in medical facilities. One time I was checking it for a barium enema appointment. It was at a hospitals main check-in area and there were three lines of people checking in for various departments. When I got to the front of my line the lady couldn't find me on her computer. She asked out loud to the other receptionists if they had my appointment info. One if them asked her what I was there for and she replied a barium enema in a rather loud voice that drew everyone's attention to look tow. ards me. I felt like crawling in a hole. Another time I was checking in at a rather large radiology center. The waiting room was huge and someone would call 3 or 4 patients at a time and escort them back ito the prep and changing rooms area. I was called along with two ladies and after verifying our info we were led to that area. Upon arrival he looked at his clipboard and said to me "you're here for a barium enema,right" I said yes and he got me a gown and pointed to a changing booth. Then he asked the two ladies. Turns out one was also there for a B.E.and the other for an upper G.I. A couple of minutes we were all standing there in our gowns waiting to be called for our procefures.

I've had it announced to my sister, aunt or grandmother if they happened to be there, "last chance if anyone needs to use the bathroom, before Ed gets his enema" at least a few times, even in my teens. People were kind of used to that but it always embarrassed me at least a little.

Younger days when I was 5 to 12 years old with one older sister Tess and our two younger sisters Diane and Robin, we lived on our grandparents farm in WV, enemas were always in the big upstairs bathroom laying across the administrators lap. So it was obvious that when one of us was told to go with mom or grandma to the upstairs bathroom everyone within ear shot knew you were going to get an enema.

After we moved to Philadelphia, the only bathroom was small and enemas were now given in our bedrooms. Mom would put a rubber sheet on our beds covered with a bath towel and mom fixed the enema in the bathroom and while carrying the enema came out and told the recipient to get to their room. So the rest of us knew who was getting the enema, we were told to stay in the living room until they were done. This gave us the opportunity to watch the hallway for the recipient's bare butt run to the bathroom. So even though it wasn't announced we knew when one of us was going to get an enema.