Childhood Enema Conversations

Did you ever talk about enemas with your childhood friends? I did -- many delicious times -- but the most memorable of my discussions happened one day in my fourth-grade lunchroom.

The table held about a dozen of us -- boys only of course. Our teachers were close enough to prevent misconduct but too far to overhear our conversation. I don't recall exactly how it got there but the talk was drearily about being sick; feeling bad, pills, shots, and the like. It was boring to me but suddenly Johnny Wright said "How about an enema? Ever get one of those?" This produced a variety of reactions: lots of giggles, some silent nods, a few blushes of embarrassment, and a frozen excitement from me. "Enemas? Wow!" I thought.

With an upward thrust of his finger, Johnny continued "I don't mind when they stick that big black thing up my butt; it doesn't feel bad going in. But OOHHH that enema water from the bag!" The table dissolved into laughter. It was clear that we all knew what Johnny was talking about. To me it was a delicious picture: Johnny kneeling nude on hands-and-knees as the black enema nozzle was inserted; I loved the feeling. But I also thought the enema water felt good and was disappointed he didn't like that.

Tim laughingly agreed with Johnny about the nozzle and the enema water and I could see several others nodding too. Roger said "Enema goes the good, out comes the bad" was what his mom told him. "The enema goes in, but I think it's good when that black thing is pulled back out" he giggled.

Johnny told about how when he recently spent the night with his friend Randy (who was at the table) Randy's little brother Mack got an enema. Johnny and Randy had been in bed but not asleep when they heard Randy's mom taking Mack to the bathroom next to Randy's bedroom. "No, No, Mom! I don't want an enema!" Mack shouted. "Hollering didn't work," Randy told us with a grin. "Mack got the enema and Johnny and I heard it all!" Another boy told about hearing his little sister protesting the administration of an enema and how he saw the big red enema bag hanging up in the bathroom the next morning.

Our lunchtime enema discussion was broken up when we had to go back to our classroom but it has lingered ever since in my memory and I have come to some conclusions that were not immediately evident to my fourth-grade self. In my group of about a dozen eleven-year-old boys, everyone had had at least one enema and most of us had had many more. Some got enemas regularly and frequently, others got only occasional enemas. Most did not find an enema to be a pleasant experience. Some liked (or at least tolerated) part of an enema but found other parts unpleasant. It was not evident at the time, but I later learned that several boys who participated in this discussion actually enjoyed enemas as did (and do) I. I will be glad to write further about this if there is interest.

Never had a discussion at school, but I talked with the neighbor girls about enemas. Marilyn told me she received them in the bathtub....I will never forget that comment. My next door neighbor told me that she and her sister always received an enema before they went on vacation. I am sure they looked forward to going on a trip, but not having the enema beforehand. Beverly and I were caught by my mother after we cut out the syringe pages of a Montgomery Ward catalog, We were discussing who should keep the pages for safe keeping when mom overheard us. I often wonder if Beverly has this same fetish??? This all happened in the early 50's

Wally, the school conversation that I described took place in the early 1950s too.

I am of the same era, and girls actually seemed more open about discussing enemas. One even announced in class that her mom had to give her one when she was sick during the holidays.There were a lot of red rubber bags on display in homes, so it wasn't necessary to ask other kids if they were familiar with enemas.

One instance does come to mind when I was in the 5th. grade at a Catholic school in 1955. Sister Mary Sarah was trying to get us to use larger words when she pointed out we could be saying the smoke was EMANATING from the chimney instead of coming out of the chimney. Many kids looked at each other and snickered. That word was too close to enema!

Here's another example of my thrill at hearing the magic word 'enema' and another childhood conversation in which I both heard and spoke it.

When I was ten, I had a good friend named Royce. He lived in a sort of kid-isolated neighborhood and when my Mom would drop me by his house, Royce and I played together alone, without any other kids around.

One summer afternoon when I was visiting Royce, his mom left to go shopping, telling us stay at the house while she was away. We were on the back lawn playing with a bunch of his toy cars, trucks, and things, both of us on hands and knees on the grass. I drove my car away from Royce and was surprised to feel something poke at my butt which was facing him. "I'm going to give you an ENEMAL" Royce said. I looked back and saw he was holding a black tube that went with one of the trucks and was pretending to put it into my ass. "I want to give you an ENEMAL" he said.

What the heck, I thought? ENEMAL. ENEMAL. What was he saying? ENEMAL?

Well, it suddenly clicked that he meant 'Enema' and I was very excited by the realization. Royce wanted to give me an enema! But why did he call it 'ENEMAL' -- why the 'L'?

Royce and I had a long and wonderful conversation about enemas and I discovered that ''ENEMAL' came from his mom's always announcing an impending enema by saying something like "An enema'll make you feel better" or "An enema'll bring down your fever." She always seemed to tell him what the "enema will" do to/for him and he mistook the word. I could understand since I had originally misunderstood the pronunciation myself.

Royce and I admitted to each other that we enjoyed getting enemas and he took me inside and showed me his mom's big red open-top enema bag hanging on the back of the bathroom closet door. Unfortunately, we had no chance to do more than look at the exciting enema bag since we heard his mom drive up outside.

We did have conversations about our enemas after that time, but never had a the chance I certainly wanted (and know he did too) to explore enemas together.

We In Asia use a lot of enemas so it is widely heard in schools.

I cannot remember enemas being talked about at schools at all, nor in my neighborhood, i guess its about where you was raised at

I remember talking about enemas a couple of times. Once I had been home sick from school which also meant that I got an enema. My mom, of course, had to tell the world so when I finally went back to school my best friend asked me how I was feeling and revealed that her mom had told her that I had had an enema. I was really mortified, but then she admitted that she got them too, although most of us kids at those times knew that an enema was a standard treatment. It was no uncommon to go to the bathroom at a friends house and see the enema bag out in plain sight.

In 10th grade the boys got first aid and the girls home nursing. We did discuss how to give enemas and I don't remember anybody seeming like it was a new topic. The teacher didn't ask who had ever had one, but I suspect most if not all of us had at one time.

Emom,

**boys got first aid and the girls home nursing. We did discuss how to give enemas and I don't remember anybody seeming like it was a new topic**

In 1962, my senior year in H.S., all boys had to take Health and Home Nursing and it was taught by an old Phys. Ed. teacher who didn't do Phys. Ed. anymore. We had a male teacher and the girls had a female one in a different room. Our book was the Red Cross Home Nursing Manual. We covered enemas and the book had illustrations.with an irrigator can. Every guy in the class knew all about these things.

We also discussed douches and why women should take them.

I was Class of 50; we had male teacher for Home Health (or whatever they called it) and the girls had a female teacher for their class. I'll never forget on incident; one of the guys asked the teacher if one could have intercourse with a girl that was menstrating. The answer was a classic: " Sure if you don't mind a little ketchup on your meat!"

True story, folk.

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I remember in school my clasmates talking about getting enemas when they were ill and away from school I think in Canada enemas are still common.

I remember my next door neighbors mother was going through nursing school. She talked about the enemas she had to give to her patients during her clinical rotations all the time, she even had the packets of lube and Castile in her uniform pockets that she would show us. This was about 1978, 1979 or so.

I remember as a kid a good friend of mine mentioning enemas one day and he seemed to know about them. I suspect he must've have gotten at least one. I remember hearing his Mom mention enema at least once. I remember as an adult when he had to go into hospital for surgery he was afriad that he was going to get enemas.

I don't remember being asked about my enemas. I'm sure all my neighbors knew because Moms always talked and told everything. I'm sure some of them saw me in diapers and baby panties around the house because I had gotten an enema. I was always put in diapers after the potty because I was a late leaker.

No, never (unfortunately 😢 )

Not in childhood, but when I was in the Service overseas. Had a girlfriend

in PA who was taking Student Nursing in High School. Once wrote they were

learning to give Enemas. Said: "Boy are they messy". To each other?

I might have married her, if my future wife hadn't gotten me.

SF became a visiting nurse. Enemas anyone?

B's mother was big on suppositories. Once B mentioned the word "enema".

She turned out to be an ideal enemate 1st half marriage.

Then turned on me. I found 2 former girlfriends, enemates thru Alternative

Paper. They have moved, still hear from them on occasion. Memories.

During WWII our tiny neighborhood was rather isolated from town by farmland so four of us, all between 7 and 9 formed a small clique for play, usually outdoors. We were home alone after school as our Mom's had all gone to work in local defense factories.

The Enema topic eventually came up and we started visiting each other's homes to show off enema gear. Recall that the girl on the next street had a Turquoise bag and hose while the rest of our families had plain old red gear. We eventually 'graduated' to the next level by filling the bags then emptying them in the bathtub.

As far as I know though none of us made it to the next level and actually demonstrated an enema or shared the experience.

When I was in elementary school, my classmates and I would often discuss being given an enema, comparing notes on type, size, how long we had to hold it, how uncomfortable it had been, and how often we got one. I know from those discussions that most of us got at least one enema whenever we were sick enough to be kept home from school, although only myself and two other friends got them daily during an illness. We also discussed suppositories and laxatives that our mothers gave us. Suppositories seemed to be given mostly if a dose of laxative hadn't made you go. I also found out that many of my friends and their brothers and sisters were given a routine weekly dose of laxative on either Friday or Saturday night to keep them regular. Discussions like this continued into Junior High and became the source of dirty jokes, but in High School they became more like shameful secrets that you only discussed with your closest friends.

This wasn't exactly a "childhood" conversation, but when I was in college I had a good friend who was an incredibly handsome blond all-American boy. JIm also had a great body and the prettiest bubble butt I'd ever seen on a white boy. One night after we had been on a double date, we were at one of the girls' houses, having a snack and one of the girls mentioned that when she was younger and in Catholic boarding school, one of the nuns had to give her an enema. The mention of the word "enema", out of the blue, silently thrilled me, though I wasn't (and am not) sexually interested in women. Wow, I thought, that was brave of her to bring it up. Then Jim pipes up and relates that when he was a boy, his mother had a red bag with a long matching hose and black nozzle and when she'd give him enemas he had to count to 100 every time. Well, that about floored me and I know I had a raging hard-on, just imagining that cute boy getting enemas from his mother. I didn't have the nerve to ask him if he had to count to 100 while the enema was going into him (as an indicator that she'd given him enough, I supposed) or if it was while he was holding in the completed enema before she allowed him to expel. I suspected the latter scenario. I did, however, admit to them that I, too, was familiar with enemas. But I could never look at him after that without visualizing him getting enemas as a boy, and wishing I could give him one...or more. I think if I had known Jim when we were kids, with his forthright demeanor, etc., we'd have had enema discussions and compared notes. I had another friend, many years later (an enema buddy actually), whose mother always made him count to 100 while he was holding in one of the many enemas she gave him. He said that he had discussed the "holding it in" procedure with a few of his playmates and one or two said that was how they got them, but others related that they were allowed to sit on the toilet as soon as the enema was all in, as it was in my situation.

I had a ex girlfreind who use to talk about enemas.She said her mother used to give them to her. She told me she had a fetish for them. I meet her years later in a department store and i always wondered if she still took them.

My two best friends back in junior high school must have heard me asking them about enemas at their house at least once a week. Looking back I wonder just what they thought of it though they seemed to accept it all right at the time. I would get very excited asking them if their sisters ever got enemas and if they ever managed to watch. They had. And I had to have all the details.

Have never told anybody about the enemas i love to take and feel, except my current GF. I have given her one to show her how it's done, but have yet to receive one from her or anyone else since childhood.

All through grade school I was obsessed with enemas. I asked so many boys if they had ever had an enema. I loved to talk about the enemas I had been given by my aunt. Now that I'm thinking about it again, I asked EVERYBODY I could if they had ever had an enema. I often had friends spend the night. We always changed into our pajamas together. Once I talked a friend...we were about 12...into letting me give him an enema. I was really hooked!

Not in my childhood. I was too shy boy. I was well above 20, when at first time I spoke about it. Actually to friend, who was a very good looking girl, with big tits :-)

I like so many others were fasinated with enemas. I don't think there was much conversation about them in school, but boy scouts there was always talk, especially during camp. I remember the older boys really talking about how many they got from their moms and so when I got home I could not wait to tell my Mom.

There were a few occasions where the subject of enemas came up. Usually not a big discussion because although I didn't mind them, nobody was going to admit liking an enema. So most times it was teasing or joking, like a brother announcing, "Bobby got an enema last night." and Bobby would say, "Shut up!!"

I do remember one time at a friend's house we went to the bathroom together to piss. Sitting there on a shelf was the typical red enema bulb. I pointed to it and asked my friend if he was the one that got the enema. He said something like, "No, not this time." "It was Mary". "She gets them most often." and that was the end of the discussion. But I always remembered that. Mary was a year younger and not yet developed at the time, but several years later as a teen I amused myself numerous times while giving myself an enema and imagining that it was her I was giving it to.

One time in 6th grade one of my classmates was telling a group of us (all guys) about being in the hospital and getting several enemas over a period of a couple of days. Everyone in the group knew what an enema was and a few talked about how they hated getting an enema. Then I said I didn't mind them that much and another kid said he didn't either. This was about the time my interest in anal stimulation was starting, and the brief talk about enemas aroused my curiosity about others interests.

When I was growing up, enemas were very common. Parents believed that kids had to be cleaned out on a regular basis. most of the kids I grew up with got either enemas, suppose or laxatives. Enemas were free and worked right away so for a lot of moms, they were the tool of choice. We did talk about them among ourselves at school and other places. We would compare how they were administrated, the amount of water we could take, the solutions and other enema related subjects. Nobody thought it was weird or abnormal. we would sometimes get them at school from the school nurse. they were the universal medication and she was quick to administer them if you had a fever, stomach ache or other complaint. I had a few from the nurse when I would try to pretend I was sick to try to get out of a test or homework assignment that I had not completed. Usually the teacher would take me to the nurse and watch as the enema was administered. Usually it was all over the school by the time the enema was finished and I would get questions from the other kids. they wanted to know how it went etc. Usually those were accompanied by a spanking.

As several have already stated, for me and most of my kid friends, enemas were a "given" for just about any illness or going 3 days without a BM. Yes, just about every home had an enema bag and it was usually on display in the bathroom. Several of us that had an 'interest' in enemas and the necessary equipment would usually make a trip to the bathroom (when visiting others) to see what may have been going on. We lived in a fairly good sized town into which we would often ride our bikes. The town had several small independent drug stores and most of them had a sizable display of rubber goods in their front windows. Our curiosity often led us to stop to look at the selection of bulbs, hot water bottles and, of course, enema bags, and this is where conversation would begin regarding the different styles, colors and who has one like this or that. At that time I think we were more vocal about the equipment than the process. Discussion of the process usually took place after one of us was given an enema at home or hospital and the word got out. There was, for whatever reason, a fascination among many of us about enemas, the bags, tubes, nozzles and how they were used especially during the ages of 6 - 10 in the early forties. I imagine some of us outgrew this allure...some, maybe not ....