Volume of childhood enemas

I have posted on ZITY in another thread about the first and only enema my mother ever gave me when I was about five years old. In that post I am certain she used a 2 ounce Infant's Enema Syringe for I remember seeing it in the bathroom closet when I was 9 or 10 years old and it was not a new one. As best as I can remember she gave me 5 or 6 injections of soapy water in that enema, so that would be between 10 and 12 ounces for the volume of that enema. I grew up in the Golden Age of enemas, but I sure got cheated out of my fair share of soapsuds enemas from mom, something I have regretted all of my life. As I said in that post, that first and only enema from my mother flipped my "enema switch" to the permanently on position for life.

I was oddly very chuffed with myself first time I was able to take the full 2qrt solution as early teen

2-3 bulbs from a 200 ml device till age 7-8 after we got the enema from the bag. Can't tell the exact volume. About a liter or so.

In the late 1970s I worked as an orderly in a major south Florida hospital. I was just 19 then. The 2 liter enema had just come into use. Before it was 1 liter up to 3 times until clear.

The 2 liter enema was interesting because you had to keep moving the patient to allow the soap water to naturally flow deeper into the bowls.

This was done before surgery or special procedures the next morning. I worked the evening shift.

I remember giving a middle aged man this type of enema and as he rolled onto his back his legs were spread wide and he had a full erection. He was really enjoying it. When I told him it was just the one he asked for second, just to be sure. So I gave him a 1 liter but had him lay flat on his back with his legs spread as I administered it.

I thought sure he would ejaculate but no.

I dont recall ever getting enemas as kid but when I was 12 I watched my mom give my older brother an enema, but not sure why it was needed.

He was 18 at the time and laying naked on the bathroom floor on a soft rug. He turned on his side and she inserted the the hose. I think she was using her personal douche bag.

Anyway I thought it must be very embarrassing for him but pain will make you lose your inhibitions.

Years Later, when I was 19, I got bad stomach cramps. My mom gave me my one and only enema from her. It turned out I had appendicitis and the next morning it was removed.

At 16 I was taking almost 2 quarts.

At age 4 mom used a 4oz bulb and gave me 3 bulbs. Two bulbs was increased every year. At age 9 mom switched to a 8oz bulb and gave me 5 bulbs. At age 12 mom gave me 8 bulbs until I left home.

My first bag enema from Mom was as a teenager. As she was preparing it she said "you need to hold as much as you can". Then as she was explaining how enemas worked she said "sometimes a small enema can start a movement". When she told me to lay down on the floor and said "are you ready for the enema?" I noticed that the bag wasn't filled all the way up. I then laid down on my stomach on some towels and she told me to put my bum up, so I was in kind of semi-knee chest position. The nozzle was lubricated and inserted, but she didn't hold it in so it popped out. It was re-inserted and the enema continued and she shortly said "I think that's enough". I sat on the toilet as she exited the bathroom and said "this can be repeated". I had had very little soapy water so only it came out, only soapy water, no poop. I told her and she came back in a prepared another full bag enema. This time she had me lay on my side with my knees drawn up. She also gve me the full bag this time, which worked and made me feel better. I think the first time she was actully seeing if she could start a bm and avoid the discomfort of a full bag enema. I only got one other enema from her about six months later. After returning from a week long diving trip to British Columbia I was very constipated. When I told her I thought I might need an enema, she said "well when you need one you need one". This time she gave me the full bag on the first try.

I have only a couple of memories from when I was under 10-11 years old getting an enema with a bulb, while laying on my stomach.

The real memories start about 12-13 years old, getting them from a red and later on, an amber bag. The enema water through the years got warmer and soapier. My Mom made my stomach hurt so bad! This ritual was repeated until Mom was satisfied with the expulsion results or until I had climaxed from the intense stimulation.

My grandmother gave me a 2 quart soapy enema with a Davol syringe and colon tube when I was about 12. I remember that I had no trouble taking it and she didn't realize, I'm sure, that I gave myself frequent enemas at home. This was really the only enema someone gave me aside from my mother.

Her sister worked at a hospital as a nurse and I'm sure that's where the tan Davol bag and colon tube came from.

I remember that my mother and the same grandmother gave my brother an enema to remember when I was about 12! We were playing and he was sick and they called him into the bathroom. Neither of us knew what was about to happen, but they closed the door. So, I was nosy, and stood at the door and listened.

I remember that they told him something and he agreed. Before long, he started begging them to stop. I can remember him saying "please, please, stop!" But they didn't.

I wished so much it could've been me!

I have made comments here about my trouble going to the bathroom as a boy. I had to be given quite large volume enemas at a very early age. I had to be about 4 or 5 when I had the most of the enemas. My mom was getting quite desparate to get me potty trained some way before starting kindergarten. Nothing was working and I just did not go poop anywhere else by my pants. I would hold off going for so long I was told it almost was not humanly possible. My mom had to have me see a doctor. The doctor tried laxatives and they hardly worked and caused my accidents in my underwear to get worse. The doctor tried suppositories and they only caused my butt to burn and sting and I never pooped. Then they tried a fleet enema which again did very little to make me go. Everyone was frustrated for sure. Then the doctor tried a bag enema and they finially worked. My parents had to do quite large volume enemas with a bag to help me go poop. It was the only way to flush me out. Natually I was terrified at first but it was something that I sort of got used to. I remember my parents used what looked like a big yellow water balloon with a tube leading from the bottom. It was always full when I saw the bag. I guess maybe 2 qts. They had no choice but to use that much to flush me out. I remember getting a full feeling and cramps bad at times... I as the years went by never could forget the feeling of being given an enema in my early years in life. People that had this like I did probably understand it.