Did your Mother discuss your enemas with neighbours and other relatives?

Hell who didn't she discuss it with. I often heard her talking on the phone with one of her friends, the two of them jabbering on about my enemas. She would also discuss them with the neighbor lady Mrs Connors when she came over for coffee. And my aunt and her would talk about them right in front of me. They treated me like i wasnt even there, embarassing

Oh good grief YES.

My mother had 4 sisters and six sisters-in-law and they all talked openly about illnesses, cures, doctor's visits, medical procedures, operations they and others had endured - there were few secrets in that flock of hens! Their children were always a topic of discussion, regardless of the intimacy of the subject - even if they were in the room! With three RN's in that group, enemas always came up in conversation.

My mother often talked about how she had to give me a 'good cleanout' and how she had to fight to get it all in. This was countered by the aunts telling their own accounts of how difficult it was to administer to my cousins. When I was twelve, her sisters told her it was about time I got a full bag enema since I was big for my age and that is when they started their own kids on 2 quarts. Of course she followed their advice!

When I was fifteen I returned from summer camp with pinworms and that whole dreadful episode of sickening medicine and nightly enemas was replayed for the ladies in the kitchen at Thanksgiving and Christmas. GEEZ!

Occasionally at family funerals - the only real time I see my cousins anymore - the topic of our parent's total lack of concern for our privacy comes up. Rarely enemas, but a lot of other medical subjects come up.

Until dementia took her mind away, my mother still discussed personal topics like bowel habits, doctor visits, and medical procedures openly with her sisters and her elderly friends. We joked that the three quickest methods to reveal a secret was 'telephone, television or tell Mom.'

Like I have posted before many times she would talk with neighbours about her just finished a good soapsuds enema on me. That would be sometimes in the yard, over coffee or on the phone.

Mom regularly talked about enemas with my aunts and grandmother. Sometimes, they discussed enemas in general. Sometimes, they talked about specific enemas that they had given or been given. I really hated it when mom told them about an enema she had given me. Totally embarrassing!

Mom actually only talked to her friend Erika about it. I had this “Aunt Erika” to thank for a few additional enemas. As a pediatric nurse, she provided mom with all sorts of equipment and advice, and gave me live demonstrations. I was sure she knew my ass better than I did.

I was also sure that the entire neighborhood knew about my enemas. Erika was in almost every household around us; especially where children lived...

To her credit my mother was very ' private ' as to who she discussed my enema(s) or the need for with as in not ' just anybody ' . Of course there was our family doctor and his office nurse as to any illness related constipation issues but how often I was present when our ' good doctor ' advised my mom as to ........... ' and let's give him a good enema ' sometime tomorrow as our office visits were , seemingly , late afternoon . She would on occasion advise my dad when he came home from his job that she had given me an enema but our family ' enemas ' were very private and not discussed by mom unless she was specifically asked . Thanks mom ...... We ' enemaed ' often but all was just ' me and she ' in a very home privacy setting even into my young adult years . I miss her ' TLC ' and insistence that our ' enema time ' was to ever so private which was just fine with me .

Yes, I would occasionally overhear her mentioning enemas when she talked with her close friends, and her close friends were all my best friends’ two mothers of course. The she most commonly had discussions with about enemas, and sometimes even about the enemas she’d just given me, was my best friend Greg’s mother. Greg and I had already discovered our mutual treatments we both received, and compared notes about our being given enemas, so it wasn’t such a surprise that our two mothers discussed the topic. I’ll never forget one of the conversations I overheard when mom told Greg’s mom, “Yes, I always use Ivory soap for his warm, soapy enemas. I've given him at least two of them every Sunday afternoon starting when he turned seven last year.” Not only was I shocked when I heard her sharing since intimate details with someone else, I was really shocked when Greg told me Monday morning that his mom had given him two soapy enemas because my mom told her to. Not exactly the way it happened...

She didn’t mention enemas as frequently to my other friends mother, and those friends were both girls who weren’t ever given enemas. Of course their mother eventually slipped-up and told the her two girls that I was given enemas. This led to their never-ending quest to spy on me and witness it happening, which yes, they eventually did.

Yeah, that was a continual topic of discussion with everyone. Mom was old school with enemas & RTs.

All of my friends had enema devices hanging in the open, some on the back of the bathroom door, sometimes hanging on the showerhead to dry. Everybody was getting them, boy or girl.

Yeah, that was a continual topic of discussion with everyone. Mom was old school with enemas & RTs.

All of my friends had enema devices hanging in the open, some on the back of the bathroom door, sometimes hanging on the showerhead to dry. Everybody was getting them, boy or girl.

Mom would talk about taking our rectal temps more than giving us enemas. She would usually be on the phone with her friends, or the Pediatrician, and say something along the lines of "He's not feeling well, and his rectal temperature was 101" etc etc. Or, "They both have fevers and I managed to bring their temps down with a couple of enemas"..

It's just the way things were back in the day.

I lived in a neighborhood with mostly girls who were my age. We did the usual curious kids things of looking in each other’s pants. It was, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Eventually, the group got to talking about getting enemas from their mothers at bath time and even a couple of them had watched their moms take an enema while they sat on the toilet.

One girl said she would play with her enema bulb when she was in the bath alone - filling herself with water from the tub and then hopping on the commode to squirt it out and how good it felt.

Her mother came in the bathroom one night and caught her with the bulb up her butt.

Her mother didn’t act mad but told the girl that if she liked getting enemas that much that her mother would see to it she got more of them.

From then on the girl said she got two enemas a week - on Saturday night and during the week.

She said her mother always had her naked and gave her a series of enemas while she was lying across her mother’s lap.

Then on Saturday night, her mother’s usual bath time, they would bathe together but before the tub she would get a series of warm soapy enemas from her mother, which she said she liked.

The second part she liked was watching her mother take bag enemas before they bathed together.

She said her mother acted like it was just part of bathing before going to church the next day.

The height of our play was when one of the girls brought her little enema bulb and a bucket of water to our club meetings.

We each got at least two bulbs of water in front of the group before running to a clump of bushes and expelling the water.

As I was the only boy in the group, the girls had more fun with me or so it seemed.

That was ok because my little pecker got hard as a rock and they would all look at me and giggle.

Naturally, I thoroughly enjoyed giving each of the girls their bulbs full. When we were 5, 6, and 7 all the girls looked pretty much the same and they would spread their labia and let me look at their labia and pee pee holes.

That was an unforgettable summer for me and we must have had at least six or eight enema sessions before school started.

Needless to say, enemas have always been an important part of my sex life.

My mother used to chat with friends mums about my enemas often and friends mums tell my mum about there's open in front us our faces be bright red with embarrassment but never stopped them exchange enema methods mixes how many we got almost like comptation who give best enemas

Yes always told lady next door if I got one.

Nope.

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(In the mid 50s) As Tess and I enjoyed getting or knowing someone was going to get an enema we were tuned into any discussion about enemas. I know that enemas were discussed, not every time but often enough when one of us needed or it was perceived we needed an enema, or had recently got one especially if it was our grandmother that administered the enema, she actually seemed proud that it went well and discussed how it went with mom.

When mom was going to give one of us an enema she usually announced that she would be in the upstairs bathroom with me, Tess, Diane, or Robin, and of course that bathroom being the only place any of us received our enemas we knew that we were in for an enema. The two of them usually talked about how it went when it was over.

After one of my younger sisters had a laxative "accident" in school one day, mom pretty much stopped laxatives and it seemed that enemas were now the go to treatment.

Back then it didn't take much to have someone decide that an enema was needed, if we acted sluggish, picked at our food, coughed or sneezed more than once or twice an enema usually was inevitable. Any sign of a fever they discussed cool water enemas, a fever over 100 cool water enemas were given every two or three hours until bed time or the fever was down. On the rare occasion a doctor was called, the first thing was a tongue depressor and a rectal temp, if an enema wasn't "suggested" during the examination, as he was getting ready to leave his parting words usually were something like "perhaps an enema might help".

It was a way of life in the 50s. Enemas were more common than aspirin!

LostInThe50s

I really didn't like it when my mother talked about my enemas. Unfortunately, she often talked about it with women in her family, and sometimes with strangers. Such conversations happened on the train or in the waiting room. I was very embarrassed when my mother first talked about my constipation and then about the enema. Often, these women's children were present during these conversations, sometimes my age, sometimes younger.

It started out with my mom saying I needed an enema today, and I should rest. Then she went down the hall and brought the enema bag to the kitchen table. Where she got on the phone to call my aunt's and grandmother. Telling them she needed to give me an enema today.

After the enema, when my dad got home she reviewed the whole scene with him. He would always ask if I was a good boy?

I guess we are all in the sane situation. My Mom would tell my Aunt, and grandmother if I needed a enema and she gave me one. She would give them a detailed report. . I have a sister 1 year younger then me. She would ask my Mom questions like how did you know Tony needed a enema ? How do you mix the soap and water ? Hot warm do you make it. Mom even wrote in a sick note to me 5 grade teach that I had been home ill, and she had to give me to soapy enemas. The teacher smiled when I gave her the note.

The only person I heard my mom talk about my enemas with was my grandma (her mother). There were a few times that I remember. When I was young, me and my brother would get dropped off at grandmas when mom and dad went shopping. One time when we arrived at grandma’s mom told her that I had complained of a stomach ache on the way over and grandma said maybe I needed an enema, and mom told her that sounds like a good idea and would appreciate it if she could give me one. Another time at home, grandma was visiting and mom told her that I wasn’t feeling good and maybe needed some Castoria. Grandma told her to just give him an enema and get it done. Another time years later, they had picked berries and were eating them when mom said to grandma that she shouldn’t eat so many because the seeds would cause her problems. Grandma replied that she would just have an enema in the morning to flush everything out. There is no doubt that my mom learned everything about enemas from her mom.

Discussions about enemas were very common in the 50's and 60's. Around our house, and at grandma's, the topic was almost always high on the list on Sundays due to the family gatherings for dinner. Mom, grandma, aunt Ruth, uncle Earl, and sometimes dad and grandpa engaged. We kids and cousins were usually within earshot, and all of us were familiar with the enema gear in each bathroom.

Often, when it was said that one of us kids, or one of the adults received an enema recently, the snickering and teasing would become quite enlightening. There were times when one of the younger kids would go tattle on us, and the threats of an enema were spoken in front of the crowd. The teasing didn't necessarily subside, but it became far more discrete. Other times, one of the adults was going to be on the receiving end due to impending medical tests or just mitigating a bout of digestive distress. I've posted about my mom being scolded for availing herself to a late desert. She was scheduled for an early AM procedure and was to be NPO and cleansed with enemas. Mom just replied, I guess I'll just take a couple of extra enemas later.

Enema use was never very secretive, but we kids certainly were embarrassed especially when it was about to be our turn. If we had been subjected earlier in the week, we were queried about the event. In one case, my uncle and grandpa were discussing an enema in the hospital. An erection resulted in the nurse flipping the penis to make it subside. Nurses were said to know how to handle that issue.

Just this last weekend, a family gathering included my grandkids and their adult parents. Somehow, the enema topic came up. One granddaughter commented that her aunt had purchased enema bags for herself and one of the cousins. Her aunt suffers from Celiac symptoms and possibly Crohn's disease. She has decided that coffee and/or herbal enemas may resolve some of the symptoms. There was some debate and there was a comment that it was crazy to take enemas. When I was asked what I thought, I merely stated that enemas were very common in the past, and I believe there is a viable use for some warm water and a few other additives. The topic of colonics also came up.

I suppose that a new generation may be exploring enema use and holistic/alternative medicine to diminish the use of prescription meds. That can't be a bad thing...can it?

My mother never gave me enemas and our neighbors were a field of cows, so I imagine not.

I don't remember if my mother talked to anyone else about my enemas (or other private matters). I think she did with my grandmother (her mother) and my aunt (my sister).

I lost my mother when I was very young, at 5 years old.

Shortly afterward, my father found another woman, a close friend of my mother and aunt; I was 6 at the time. My stepmother was a little older than my father (he was 37, she was 42, like my aunt) and had three children: a boy and a girl (who didn't come to live with us because they were already grown; the boy got married a couple of years later).

The third daughter was a 13-year-old teenager and lived with us.

My grandmother, my stepmother, and my aunt were very close and often visited my house.

For a while, around the age of 9 or 10, my stepmother's sister also came to live with us (she had separated from her husband and had a 4-year-old son). She was much younger, 15 years younger than my stepmother.

In short, for several years, my house was frequented by various women: my grandmother, my aunt, and my aunt came to visit us almost every day, and my stepmother's sister, a little less often (not considering the length of time we lived together). Their favorite hobby was chatting about anything and everything... They often talked about their respective children and grandchildren.

My stepmother and grandmother also often talked about my enemas, which I took from both of them.

But we also talked about other medical appointments or private matters in general.

On some occasions, my stepsister was also present and listened.

I felt very embarrassed, especially when my stepsister and my stepmother's sister were present.

My stepsister was also sometimes embarrassed when they talked about her.

Mom openly discussed her giving me enemas and the enema schedule with her mother, my grandma, with me being present and included in the discussion. Also was discussed with me present at the family physician during check ups and also if we were there due to illness. Many times these discussions led to an enema that day and sometimes at the Doctors office by either the Doctor or his nurses in the office. Was just part of life back then. Don’t remember Mom discussing it with neighbors while I was present but know some of my friends got regular enemas that we discussed amongst ourselves.

When one of the kids in the neighborhood was getting an enema, the word got around through the mom's network, that was in the 50's

If she did, I never knew about it. I would have literally died of embarrassment if I heard her discussing my enemas with anyone else, though I am sure that it did happen.

@hoseman1 said,

When one of the kids in the neighborhood was getting an enema, the word got around through the mom's network, that was in the 50's

Growing up in the nineteen fifties, conversations about enemas was commonplace. Moms talked about giving themselves and other family members enemas. The conversations were usually open, so anyone in the vicinity could overhear. Something we kids were very aware of. It’s how we got prime teasing information, that could get us in trouble, if caught teasing our siblings, cousins, or friends. The punishment when caught was usually a spanking followed by an enema.

Kids talked amongst themselves about enemas with siblings, cousins, or close friends. Take my siblings and I for example. We talked about enemas to close friends, each other, and our two teenage aunts, who were more like siblings than aunts. However, with mom or grandma, we did more listening than talking.

When it came to kids and adults getting enemas, it wasn’t a secret in our family. It was just a routine procedure. Something that our RN grandmother saw too. Giving our aunts responsibility for our evening bath including enemas as preteens. Then there was mom, unlike her two younger sisters, she hated getting an enema but sure gave us enough. However, moms two younger sisters were more like us, they both liked getting and giving enemas. Making conversation with the girl's open and frank regarding enemas among other things. Not to mention, the two-way learning experience we all received from one another.