Were you aware of your parents taking enemas?

My mother was very above board about her enema use, which she did initially as part of an unsuccessful alternative therapy for cancer but also remarked upon how much they helped her “spastic colon,” the old-school term for what’s now called IBS. Above board could also be a pun: for a while the guest bath had her Colema board in it, an incredibly unsubtle device that even now seems like a terrible contraption to (otherwise enema loving) me.

I was aware my father had discovered enemas through her, had a bag as did I, and possibly disappeared to take one or two while I still lived at home, but he really didn’t speak of it. After my mom died and I left for grad school, there were signs like his moving the water distiller from the kitchen into the bathroom that made me strongly suspect it was a family pastime, and from a few conversations when I was firmly an adult I had the impression he struggled periodically but mightily with colonic motility.

From cleaning out the familial home, it seemed my dad did pitch his equipment before he died so must at least have wanted to keep it private or perhaps felt some shame.

Having inherited my parents’ functional colonic issues, I’m certainly glad my mother introduced me to the procedure and was matter-of-fact enough about it that I could be, too.

Colema board @Sweetest_Relief! That's a new one on me. I had to look it up. Even though I have enjoyed enemas off and on since I was a child, I am such an enema virgin.

I know that my mother took enemas (but I’m unsure of how frequently) because I walked into our only bathroom once when she was sitting on the toilet taking one. I was about 8 years old at the time. Another time (unsure how old I was) I needed to pee but the bathroom door was locked. My mother told me I’d have to wait awhile longer to use the bathroom because my father was taking an enema.

Years later when I visited my parents, my father told me about the horrors of having recently taken three very large enemas in preparation for a sigmoidoscopy. He showed me the clear enema bag he was required to use. This disposable enema bag looked like it held at least 3 liters. He told me how difficult it was to take the entire bag, not once, but three times. I suspect my father had previously never taken an enema larger than 2 quarts.

Even though my parents used enemas, they never gave me one. My mother was a huge fan of giving me frequent glycerin suppositories, however, which I hated with a passion because she forced me to retain them for 45 minutes to an hour while I begged to use the toilet.

Back in those days, enemas were an often prescribed treatment by doctors, and also by their nurses who were front line care givers. In our family, housecalls were common due to mom and grandma not driving. Over time, an enema was as common as aspirin and cough syrup and we kids knew that a phone call to the doctor was a sure sign that an enema was imminent.

It wasn't until we kids were a bit older that mom and grandma explained the use of enemas in treating different maladies. Our dad and grandpa also talked of some of their own experiences. In one discussion, they were talking about erections and how a nurse would flip the penis to make it retract. It was apparent that an enema triggered those involuntary reactions.

It was very apparent that an enema was very common, and confirmed by the wet enema bag as it dripped dry from it's usual perch. The real mystery was when it had disappeared for a day or two. Obviously, mom had lent it out.

BTW, those Colema Boards were developed and heavily marketed by a fairly close neighbor in my neck of the desert. I almost bought one but decided that it would be awkward in limited bathroom space.

It was far more simple to rig an "enema chair" that served as a comfortable way to take enemas in the shower as desired.

@sse4fun not to derail the thread, but either one of those kits is a commitment to letting anyone who sees your bathroom know you take enemas. I can’t imagine what fantastical rig it would take, and what features it’d need to have, before I’d feel it was a good trade to sacrifice that much privacy.

I do have pictures in my photo album of my enema chair. It is very simple and uses household items. The upside is that it can be disassembled in moments inasmuch as a typical pvc patio chair is the base. Nobody is the wiser.

Those sit on enema bags were fun, but began leaking pretty soon. This chair was thought out in one of those enema moments that some of us experience in times of horny boredom.

I would hope that you can enjoy some enemas for those particular times, aside from the more practical needs. Enemassage cums to mind!

Not to be argumentative @sse4fun , but enema chairs to me seem awkward from the standpoint of taking enemas against gravity, sort of similar to standing up. I guess with enough water pressure it works. They do make it easier to expel, not having to sprint to the bathroom or out of the tub without tripping on the bath carpet.

@sse4fun I accomplished something similar but different by building a shower bench and room to lie on the shower floor into the one and only bathroom I designed, then using a can and a Higginson. One can take an enema in several positions; everything embarrassing can stow temporarily away in 3 minutes.

Anything more and a Keystone Cops sequence would be in store for me if someone said company was in the driveway. I bungle basically everything when in a hurry, and I’m sure a nozzle would incriminatingly roll from somewhere at the worst moment.

Having done that, I still far prefer recumbent in the bed.

But I do salute your general ingenuity, sir. 😊

By no means, is the enema chair, my enema shower stool, or other contraption, my favorite way to get an enema. I mentioned boredom as an impetus for my inventions that were merely simple ways to allow the administration of a couple of quarts of solution.

Enemassage is by far my favorite way to indulge in this rather unique pleasure. The downside is that it necessitates an adept enema giver who can also rub away the soreness in the various muscle groups etc.

Solo enemas are quite effective, but I've never figured out to massage the larger muscle groups. Those simultaneous modalities are truly the most therapeutic!

Yes, Mom regularly took enemas and douched. She usually waited till it was our bedtime. I knew when she was getting ready, or if she already did the night before. I had no clue what the red bag, or bulb was for, but finally took a peak past the door that wasn't completely closed and sometimes saw her douching over the toilet, or bent over taking an enema. Once we were in bed she figured we were asleep. I kept hearing flushing and eventually the shower or bathtub. The bag wet and hanging out to dry and mom emerging wearing a bathrobe.

I was very aware of my mother’s enema and douche habits. My mom really didn’t try to hide anything from my sister and I. Her douche syringe was always out in the bathroom. She never used her douche syringe for enemas. She had a folding travel syringe, different brand and color, from her douche syringe, that she used for enemas upstairs. She took most of her enemas in our sauna or lying on the day bed in the sunroom. That enema syringe was always out in the bathroom adjacent to the sauna and sunroom. The retention nozzle apparatus stood out. It was a large red hot water bottle, 3 quarts I guess, with a screw on top. That allowed the bag to be carried about without fear of water sloshing out. It wasn’t unusual for two additional similar syringes to be hanging there as well since two of my aunts were following the same health regime. My mom followed a strict regime of liquids only fasting and taking two enemas a day during her period. It was a detox health thing with the benefit of keeping her weight down. The hose had a normal snap clamp close to the retention nozzle to shut off the flow and a flow adjuster/sight gauge near the bag itself that could slow down the flow so that it would take more than an hour for the bag to empty. The hose was quite long, she could leave the syringe hanging in the sauna and take a cold shower. If she was on her period, she almost always started her enemas at 8 in the morning and 8 at night. I often used the sauna in the evening when I was a teenager; I recall many interesting mother/daughter chats while she was taking her enema. I recall once going into the sauna and finding mom and two of my aunts all taking their enemas simultaneously. Somehow the three of them were on the rag at the same time. All three were free bleeding. It was like something out of a horror movie.

Dita

@Dita said,

My mom really didn’t try to hide anything from my sister and I. Her douche syringe was always out in the bathroom.

Growing up in the fifties, our grandma, mom, and two young aunts were as open about enemas and douching as your mom was. Enemas and douching were commonplace in that era, just a part of daily life, and no one gave it a second thought.

When mom's younger sisters were preteens, grandma taught them person hygiene, along with how to take care of and give children enemas. I was six, and the older girl twelve, when that happened. Afterwards, the girls were given responsibility for our evening bath, including enemas. So, whenever grandma told the girls to give us a couple of enemas during our evening bath, they were included too. Consequently, we not only saw the girls give our siblings enemas, but each other as well. During the six years the girls were responsible for our evening bath. Being more like siblings than aunts, they taught us how to take care of ourselves. Showing us how to administer enemas to ourselves and each other. Along with showing our sister how to douche standing in the shower.

As for mom, we saw her douche occasionally, if we happened to need to use the bathroom after going to bed. But never saw her give herself, or someone else giving her an enema. However, we did overhear grandma giving her an enema a few times. And quickly realized, that unlike her sisters, she hated getting an enema. As for our father, we never saw or heard him getting an enema, even from someone else.

I am like 99% sure mine did not. I remember the one time my dad had one in the hospital. Both parents said how gross and uncomfortable it was. I didn't really even know what it really was until I joined Zity!

My mother took enemas every once in a while. She didn't tell us when she took one but didn't keep it a secret either.

I've mentioned this before but my mom was an original klysmo. She took enemas regularly along with periodic douches. The bag was always hanging on the bathroom door drying. She usually took hers on all fours - knee-chest. Mine started OTK and ended up on my back as I grew older. Appreciate her introducing me to the enjoyment of enemas.

No and never !! - and i wouldn't know it !! - only the thought about it, makes me nervous !!

My mother had to give regularly enemas to my father prior to his visits to a proctologist. I saw him several times running to the toilet with a strong erection, therefore the enemas were not unpleasant for him. I am not aware that my parents took enemas for sexual reasons. Beeing a teenager of 13 years I got interested in enemas as I remembered my enemas received in hospital as a kid. Soon I tried my first enema with the irrigator bought for my father when my parents where out of house and after my first orgasm during one of these secret enemas I was hooked for the rest of my life.

I was aware from an early age that mom was giving herself enemas. I was five in 1967 when she went into the hospital. I remember her telling me not to worry. She was going to “have some tests” and she would be home soon. I was scared because she was sick a lot.

Dad took me to visit her one night, and she was in bed and so tired that she could barely hug me. There was a nice nurse who was talking to my dad, and that’s the first time I heard the words “barium enema.” Mom had the test earlier that day, and she was very weak. Thinking back to how they prepped patients in those days, mom was probably given a laxative and several water enemas to run clear before injecting the barium. She was exhausted.

After she got home, she was taking a liquid medicine every night. It helped for a while, but sometimes she was in the bathroom for a long time. In the morning, I saw her red enema bag with a long "colon tube" on the end hanging above the bathtub. Years later I learned the medicine she was taking was Peregoric," a type of narcotic commonly prescribed to treat a "spastic colon." That made her constipated, and she was still getting sick and needing enemas. (I read somewhere that Peregoric was no longer prescribed in the 1970s.) Dad sometimes helped give mom the enemas. She give him enemas if he was sick, but not that often. My bedroom was near the bathroom, and I could hear the "snap" of the metal clamp opening and closing. That's when I first learned about enemas.

On two occasions in my late childhood I inadvertently walked in on my mom giving herself an enema. Given how paranoid I was as a child that someone might discover my enema fetish it surprised me that it didn't seem to faze Mom any more than if I had caught her brushing her teeth.

@Rich6981 - mom gave my sister and I enemas, usually together, and with grandma's help... I know she must have taken enemas herself but I never saw or heard it happening. What did turn me on however was to enter that bathroom after she'd been using it and finding that the water in the toilet bowl was tinged red from her obviously changing her pad or possibly cleaning herself with a douche. There was often a "womanly" smell in the room...

No, i wasn't !! - but i believe also, that it was not their " kind of music " !! - and nowadays i am happy with it - never had a talk or anything like it !!

I know for sure my mom did and dad helped her, I don’t know about him.