Was your mother a hanger, holder, or squeezer?

For my over the lap enemas, Mom was a hanger, with the bag hung from the shower curtain rod. For my bulb enemas, of course, she was a squeezer. For my knee-chest, Sims and on-my-back, with or without legs up enemas, the bag was hung on a towel bar.

When my siblings and I were growing up in the fifties, mom gave us enemas in our bedroom together, laying across one of our beds. There was a wooden clothes/hat rack in the bedroom mom hung her three quart pumpkin bag on. However, when she gave us enemas with her two quart bag, she held it up. When we got enemas privately in the bathroom, laying across her lap, she hung the bag on the wall behind her.

At our grandmothers, whether it was grandma or our aunts who gave us enemas. They used the big downstairs bathroom. The bathroom had a linen closet, vanity, large walk-in dual head shower, and toilet. Along one wall, there was a long-padded bench with three or four hooks above it used to hang clothing, towels, or douche/enema bags. The walk-in shower had several hooks at various places along the walls, used for various things including douche/enema bags. That’s not including the shower heads at either end, were at least one occasionally two, douche/enema bags normally lived.

Growing up she would hang the bag from the towel rail in the bathroom or a hook on the wall if given in the bedroom. For the last drops she tended to then hold the bad adjusting height.

This is the same method we used with our own two when wife and I were parents.

My sister and mother hung the douche bag from the pole that held the shower head as it was left there a few times.

The only enema my mother ever gave me was with a 4 oz blue bulb with a black nozzle. I still have fond memories of that enema.

My Mom had a hook by the toilet that she hung the bag on. I was given enemas while seated on the toilet. I hated being called to the bathroom and seeing that pink bag hanging by the toilet.

I replied earlier that my mom was a hanger when it came to the enema bag, but I guess she was a squeezer when I was small since I received my enemas from a red bulb syringe until I was about 6 years old. I was then switched to the family enema bag that she would hang on the medicine cabinet door.

My mom was a hanger, the bag hung from the ceiling high light fixture. Way too high, I hated it, but if lower I would have still hated the invasion of my rectum.

My first enema was when I was 4 years old. She had me use a chair and climb up on our dining room table. She brought in my enema and opened an upper cabinet door that opened over the table and hung the enema on the doors handle.

My enemas continued on the dining room table until I was about six years old and my mom then gave them upstairs in her bedroom. My mom would complain about how much easier the enemas were when she could hang the bag and how heavy the bag was for her to hold.

My first enema was when I was 4 years old. She had me use a chair and climb up on our dining room table. She brought in my enema and opened an upper cabinet door that opened over the table and hung the enema on the doors handle.

My enemas continued on the dining room table until I was about six years old and my mom then gave them upstairs in her bedroom. My mom would complain about how much easier the enemas were when she could hang the bag and how heavy the bag was for her to hold.

Nice of you to lighten her load.

@moms_enemas Did she ever install something to hang the bag on?

Mom was a hanger when she used her bag, but a squeezer when using the bulb. I never got the privilege of getting an enema from her, but caught glimpses while passing by unnoticed. When she used the bag, it was alternating on the back with legs drawn up or open and on the left side with a leg drawn to the chest. She had altered a hanger with a string that hung from the shower rod