Getting enemas with other children around

I think one of the things that was harder for me to cope with, as a child, was when other children were around when i got a enema (older cousins etc.). i;m sure this has affected a lot of others, as well.

When I was growing up, 3 of my younger boy cousins and I were given enemas together each year as part of a "Spring Cleaning" while we were at my grandparents for a week during the Easter holidays. I actually felt better that we were all getting enemas than I would have if it had just been me getting one.

Once, when I wasn't playing nicely with the neighbors girl (Mary) from across the street, her mother suggested to mine that I seemed "cranky". They were having coffee while we played. That had my Mother asking me when I last went "potty" and as I kid I never had the correct answer for that question. They both decided that I might be constipated and need an enema. My mother was going to take me home but the neighbor suggested that she could use Mary's bulb syringe and do it right now. Soon the syringe was produced and the neighbor was busy making a sinkful of warm Ivory soapsuds. I was across Mom's lap and receiving an enema with the neighbor and Mary watching everything from beginning to end. I guess I got about three that day and sure learned quickly to play nicely with Mary. I never saw her receive one but she would tell me that she had them after her Mother gave them to her.

I always enjoyed getting enemas as a child,but was always to embarrassed to admit.when my mother would tell me she needed to give me an enema I hoping the conversation was private and no one knew about it.

I can recall several occasions when my siblings watched me get an enema or I was observing theirs. Being raised in a one bathroom house in the '50's by a mother that believed enemas were not only a cure-all but also a good preventative measure meant we were all too familiar with mom's favorite equipment. Although most enemas were private affairs, there were times when the room needed to be shared. Of course I preferred private time with mom for my enemas, but if others observed it wasn't a really big deal. Never had any cousins or aunts observe, but did have an aunt walk in just after a good one from mom. That was embarrassing.

The only time I recall other kids seeing me getting an enema was when I was 6 and my 10 year old male cousin was visiting for the day. I don't recall why exactly my mother said I needed an enema, but she announced that I did right in the middle of when him and I were playing. I remember being embarrassed and scared, over the fact that my cousin Kyle, who I thought was cool and admired, would find out that I was gonna get one. I immediately started in on throwing a tantrum and screaming no, I wasn't going to get one. I even tried running into another room only to be caught and carried to the bathroom kicking and screaming by my mother. As she was undressing me I realized the door was still open and I started begging her to close it so Kyle wouldnt see. She replied, "Nonsense, he has a baby sister, theres nothing he hasn'tseen before when his mommy is changing or bathing her. No stop fussing before I give you a spanking too." At that point I was mortified, completely embarrassed, since he was a cool big kid and I wanted for him to think I was too. Then the realization hit me that I was completely naked over my mommie's lap, and she had the jaVaseline all ready. I started bawling harder, and my mother started rubbing and patting my bottom saying, "Shhhh, it won't hurt a bit, and you'll feel much better."Then to my horror she called Kyle over to help calm me down. He was happy to saying that his mom haves him help his baby sister stop fussing when she gets her diapers changed. He brought a small toy over in front of my face and was trying to distract me with it while saying things like, "It's not that bad, come on stop crying, look,you wanna play with this?". Before I knew it the dreaded enema syringe was already in me and filling me up, with my cousin still treating me like a baby. He saw me take the whole enema, and even when I expelled everything on the toilet. It was a nightmare, and after that he started treating me more like his baby sister everytime I saw him.

While neither of my sisters saw me get an enema while growing up, they were certainly aware that it was happening. We had such a small house and only one bathroom large enough to do an enema in plus the enema bag was kept in the linen closet across the hall and you could not help but notice when my mom got it out. There were also those occasions when I was to get an enema and mom would announce in front of the family that she was ready for me. The only good thing about this is that my sisters got treated the same way and I usually knew when one of them was due to get an enema.

This really could be a very traumatic experience for some children. Having to endure the humiliation and embarrassment is more than a parent should expect from their child. I think a lot also has to do with age, the older the child you would think you would have to expect more embarrassment and shame than that of a younger child.

I was at one time treating these memories as traumatic experience in my life. I think thinking and recalling and treating them as an erotic or sexual event really sends a different message to your brain which in turn eases the traumatic feeling of being in this type of situation. This is just my opinion. I think for some those shameful and embarrassing experiences can never be forgotten as being what they were.

Cbob22 said

Yes, my sister 3 1/2 years older than me and my aunt who was only 5 years older than me. I still wonder why my mom let them watch.

Two reasons: insensitivity and stupidity.

I know there were people in the house when my mom gave me my enemas but it was always just her and I in the room where I was and no one ever interrupted us.

Since most of my childhood enemas were given when I was sick in bed, my older siblings were fortunately at school and missed the "show.". One sister did glance when passing by my bedroom as I was getting the treatment but happily did not bring it up with others.

Switchablesusie is completely correct. As soon as a child is old enough to be modest, privacy should exclude all but the giver. As soon as the child is old enough to accept responsibility, self administering should be offered.

In another post I mentioned that my mom would talk to either my grandmother or Janet's mom before giving me an enema. And that Janet and I both would do whatever we could to get one. Perhaps one of the most "exciting" things that would happen occasionally is being taken to Janet's house, and we would be given enemas together. Not simultaneously, one at a time while the other got to observe the entire process. It was at Janet's mom's prompting, and it was so our mothers could compare technique. At the time my mom used the funnel and rectal tube, and Janet's mom used a bulb syringe. But this gave Janet's mom the opportunity to use the bulb on me and my mom would use the funnel and rectal tube on Janet.

And I'm pretty sure we both got an enema from a bag at Janet's house. And we'd all be in the bathroom when either of us expelled!

Of course, thanks to all of this, Janet and I were obsessed with enemas, and "poohing" as we called it. We would sneak off in to the woods and "pooh" for each other... and having missed a movement at home, that might be a reason for another enema.

I knew Janet had another opening, but the pleasure we were having at the time was centered on our rectums, and we had both explored each others rectums pretty thoroughly. We knew we could finger very deeply and bring on a movement.

I'm sure we would be considered victims of child molesters today, and I have have my love of enemas and anal play because of it... but there is no question that we both enjoyed and looked forward to what our mothers were doing to us. We just couldn't get enough.

I'm told that when my Mom was a pre-teen, she would sometimes try to keep the neighbor kids in the house as long as possible to delay getting an enema as long as she could.

I posted this on another thread but here is it again:

Once when I was 6 or 7 there were 3 families of us who rented a cottage on Lake Michigan. There were a bunch of kids- i think 6 of us. About a week into this vacation the mothers all decided that we were all cranky and needed enemas. We were lined up in the living room and had our choice of 'giver' mothers. I don't remember which one I chose but I got my several bulbs full. I do remember that one of the girls came back for seconds. So, we all saw each other.

Meanwhile, the fathers all sat on the porch drinking coffee.

When I was about 10 or 11, I was out in my front yard playing with some neighborhood kids and my mother came out the front door carrying her red enema bag bulging with warm soapy water with the nozzle all greased up with vaseline to tell me I had to come in right now to be given an enema. All of us kids knew we all got enemas at one time or another but I was so embarrassed that she brought the enema bag with her instead of just calling me in the house without announcing to everyone that I was getting an enema at that moment in time. One time, she also called the elementary school that I went to and told the principal, her friend, to send me home right then so that she could give me an enema before she had to go somewhere. At least the principal told me in private what was in store for me and didn't announce it to the whole class.

I had two brothers and it was common for us to get enemas together. Sometimes our cousins were visiting and watched or got one too. Only my girl cousins got privacy during the procedure, although we all knew who was getting an enema.

Back when I was in 5th grade I was hospitalized for a few days with a broken arm. (Back then they actually admitted you for that stuff) and the room I was in had 3 other beds and kids in it. Well one of them was having tests done on him and one of those tests required an enema. Those that grew up back in the late 50's/60's and had a hospital experience know that privacy wasn't the best..and this poor kid pretty much had the 3 of us as an audience as the nurses going in and out trying to hold him down kept opening the curtain up. Humiliating for sure, and of course we all busted him on it afterward.

As a child my enemas were always given in private. I vividly recall however a kid who had been making a ruckus being hauled up the main aisle of the church by a grim-faced mother and him loudly protesting "but I don't want a spanking and enema". Can you imagine what her reaction to that outburst must have been?

My childhood hospital experience was quit revealing there were screens but only used for patient's that were on deaths door all rectal temps were in open so were enemas so had quit an audience when had an enema was very traumatic experience at the time but after weeks in hospital seeing other getting same both boys and girl s think we all got used to it

In my case as a child about seven,I was a patient in a childrens hospital in Boston for twelve full years.Any kid who needed an enema got one in the opened boys bathroom.Boys were coming and going to use the toilets while nurses were giving enemas to another kid.The sight was so common no one paid much attention.

My best friend Pam and I would spend a week at each others house during summer vacation. Pam lived on a farm so we were always busy collecting eggs, gardening and playing in the woods. We spent many enjoyable summers together.

When I was 10 and at Pam's house we both became constipated. Pam's mom asked us at breakfast why we weren't eating. I was too embarrassed to say anything but Pam told her mom that we didn't feel well because we hadn't pooped in 5 days. Pam's mom Jean, asked me if my mom ever gave me an enema to relieve constipation. Embarrassed, I said yes that mom sometimes gave enemas to me. Jean then told me that she was going to call my mother and ask if it is alright to give me an enema to make me feel better.

I could hear part of the conversation as Jean spoke to my mother. Then just before Jean hung up I heard her say that she didn't mind and it was for the best to get Pam and me unplugged.

After Jean hung up she told Pam and I to follow her to the bathroom. Once inside Jean opened up the linen closet and removed a jar of Vaseline and a 8 oz enema syringe. The syringe was red with a black pipe like the one mom used on me. Jean filled the sink with water and added a bar of Ivory soap to make the water a milky white. I started to excited when I smelled the soap knowing I was going to see Pam receiving an enema and Pam was going to see me receive one as well.

After Jean filled the sink I watched her fill the syringe. After Jean expelled all the air from the syringe I watched her lubricate the black pipe. The black nozzle glistened with Vaseline as she sat the syringe on the counter. Jean then turned to me and told me that I may as well go first and that after my enema she would give one to Pam. As Jean sat on the toilet and started to spread a towel over her lap she told me to take off my jeans. I felt sort of embarrassed sliding my jeans off knowing Jean and Pam would soon see my most private area. After I removed my pants Jean took my hand and guided me over her lap. Once in position I felt Jean sliding my panties down to my knees exposing my bare buttocks. A moment latter I looked back at Pam as her mom pulled my cheek apart exposing my anus to the both of them. Then I felt the pipe slowly sliding into my fanny. Once the bulb was wedged between my cheeks Jean told me to take deep breath. I could feel the enema solution slowing injected as Jean slowly squeezed the red bulb. As Jean emptied the bulb into me she asked me how much solution my mom gave to me. I told her that usually got 4 bulbs as I felt the syringe pulled out of me. A moment latter I could hear the gurgling of the bulb as Jean filled it for the second time. As I looked back I could see Pam looking at my fanny as her mom pulled my cheek apart and slowly inserted the syringe. I funny that I was really embarrassed but at the same time excited getting an enema from Jean as Pam watched. After the 4th bulb I started to cramp and told Jean that I need to use the toilet. Then I heard the gurgle of the bulb as Jean told me that she was going to give me one more dose before I could go. As I felt the syringe sliding into me for the 5th time a strong cramp hit me. I started to wiggle trying desperately to hold the solution. Jean told me to start panting as that would help relieve the cramps. As I panted I could feel Jean squeezing the solution into and I began to feel really full. Then as I felt the syringe pulled out of me Jean told me stay over her lap for a few minutes so that the enema could do it's work.

I was really full and the cramps were really strong as I complained that I need to use the toilet. Finally I was allowed get and sit on the toilet. I no longer sat down my bowels let loose as a strong cramp hit me. I was very embarrassed as I expelled a lot of gas and loud splashed as the poop hit the water. Jean started to clean the syringe for Pam's enema as I continued to empty my bowels. I was growing more excited knowing that I was going to watch my best friend receive an enema as I finished empting the enema from me.

More latter.

Look forward to hearing the rest of the story Kathy. 😄

Kathy, I too will wait with great anticipation for the next episode.

I am enjoying your story and looking forward to the next installment. Thank you for posting!

Wonderful scene...ty

The smaller houses of the '50s with a single bathroom on the second floor were common. Our bedrooms were off a hallway and it was no secret when it was enema time for me or my sister. I have fond memories of mine, but recall one my sister received as a pre-teen that was worth repeating. She did not like enemas. She said she did not need an enema, a dozen times. Mom took her into the bathroom and closed the door. It was perfect for me to stand outside the door and listen. "Take it out, it hurts", "i'm so full". "that's enough", on and on it went. I was laughing and trying not to be detected at my pleasure. Sis was getting a good enema and it was such fun, for me. Nowadays, for me the fun is giving an enema to a lady. Hoping she returns the favor too.

When I was around 8 years old my one of my mom's sisters and her daughter stayed with us for a few weeks before they joined her husband, who was in the army, at his new assignment in Germany. Brenda, my cousin, was a year younger than me. We had a one bathroom house and when it was bathtime one of us would get out of the bath while the other was getting in. One night I was taking my bath first when my mom came in and started getting out our enema bag. She told me Brenda was constipated and that her and my aunt were going to give her an enema before her bath. Then my aunt came in dragging a reluctant Brenda with her. She was pleading to not have an enema but it was to no avail. My mom sat on the toilet and put her over her lap while my aunt pulled off her pajama bottoms and panties. I remember her squirming and kicking her legs as my aunt inserted the nozzle and started the enema. My mom was telling her to relax and be a big girl. I was rather enjoying the whole scene. I wasn't really sexually aroused but thought it was neat to see her exposed like that with a nozzle up her butt. When they were done they let her get on the toilet to expel. Mom told me to finish bathing and get out so Brenda could get in when she was done pooping.

Both my brother and me got enemas while the other was around. But never in the bathroom at the same time.

My grandmother always had an enema bag hanging in her bathroom. When we were growing upon know everyone of her 17 grandchildren got enemas from her. Many times I would listen to the procedure at the closed bathroom door.