Habits | Enemas When I was Younger 2/2

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During my childhood enemas were a familiar part of life. I grew up with two brothers and two sisters. I was the youngest of three boys, and my sisters were older than me. So when Mom would announce on a Saturday morning that one of us was to get an enema it was often my sister Jenny who was designated to administer mine.

The first time that I can remember being being given an enema I was about five. Jenny was twelve at the time and she took my hand and led me to the upstairs bathroom. I was reluctant to go and she had to coax me all the way to the bathroom. The bag, the kind with an open top, was hanging from a hook on the back of the door with the hose and nozzle coiled up and hung over the hook. Sitting on the bathroom counter, there was also a red douch bulb with its big black curved nozzle pointing up into the air.

Jenny took the bag down and told me to get undressed while she started filling the bag. I could see with continuing trepidation that she was testing the water on her wrist and then filling the bag. She then added some clear liquid soap from a plastic squeeze bottle. That's when I started crying.

Emom

I got my share of enemas growing up and did not look forward to them. When quite young they were from a bulb syringe as I laid over mom's lap. Then at about 7 or 8 I graduated to the enema bag and got them that way until about age 12. They were always warm and soapy and to my way of thinking far too big although now looking back I doubt if I ever got more than a quart and I don't ever remember one that didn't work. During my teenage years I only remember getting one and by that age they were really embarrassing despite it being given while I laid on my bed.

I mostly grew up in the 60s and I was hardly the only one among my friends who got enemas. It was pretty common to find them in bathrooms and whenever I saw one I couldn't help but wonder who in that family it had been. My mom and the moms of many of my friends were friendly and it wasn't uncommon that I'd learn that someone else had gotten an enema or they learned that I had. Whenever that happened I was just about mortified.

n/a

Never got one. Found them innocently in my teens.

kathy1949

I and my 3 sisters receive many enemas growing up. Usuually one of us received an enema about every week. Mom always used a bulb on us. Some times the door wasn't closed where I saw the treatment given.

I take and enjoy enemas to this day.

healthymale6446

I received enemas periodically as a young child whenever I had been sick for a few days, and wasn't shaking whatever illness I might have had as quickly as the folks thought I should be. We used the standard red bag with the black nozzle back then......knowing my folks, it probably came from SEARS & ROEBUCK co. My mom was always very gentle with the administration of warm Ivory soap enemas, hence I never dreaded them, or found them to be uncomfortable.......which is most likely why I decided years later to try them on my own. Been enjoying them for over 50 years now.....unfortunately solo, since I have a wife who is not at all interested in participating.

redbulb

Like many of us, I grew up in a house where the enema equipment rarely had a chance to fully dry out. I recall many bulbfulls from mom as I laid over the toilet or over the side of the tub. At about 5 or so I graduated to the bag and rarely did a month go by the I wasn't in need of a "good" enema. Mom stopped giving me enemas at about 12....I'm sure it was due to my uncontrolable erection. I remember one time, after filling the bag and getting everything ready for me, she told me to take my time and have a really good enema. Little did she know.....or did she?

nrear

I got my first enema age 11 I enjoyed getting it but was to embarressed to admit it even though I physically liked it.Often wonder if the embarressment or if it's physical pain that makes people dislike enemas

n/a

6-7 years old, a fleet scared me to death and i hated my mom after.

Zenema

I seem to think my enemas started when I was 6 or 7. It was from a 2 qt. yellow bag, always full and always hanging from the shower curtain rod. I don't remember if I liked them at that time but never really complained. My mom would have me lean over the wall of the tub, skewer me and let the water run. I remember my brother screaming and crying so much that my father would have to carry him into the bathroom for his dose.

Ah, the good old days

Sjors21c

Except for one hospital enema when I was very young, and one other from my grandmother a few years later, with an infant syringe, I was on my own after that, as my mother decreed there would be no enemas in our household, and nobody argue, though my father and grandmother used enemas, approved of them, and enjoyed them. This was in the '50's. Still, I used to sneak the infant syringe into the bathtub when I was bathing and do a little squirting in and out.

moms enemas

My first enema was when i was four yrs old. i remember most the total frustration of my mom refusing to stop filling me even though i was pleading and telling her how full i felt. Please add moms_enemas if you have yahoo messenger.