Getting enemas with other children around

My mom definitely tried preventing my younger sister from being present for my enemas but it wasn't always successful. My sister didn't need them as she was free of the occasional bowel trouble I ran into as a kid. My sister could read the signs and pretty much knew when I was getting them. If my mom ever left the room my sister would pop in and start making fun of me with the tube in my butt. On occasion my mom would catch her in the act and that's how my sister discovered what enemas actually felt like.

For better or worse, when it was "enema time" it was enema time. Whether it was my Mom, or the Nanny, Ayda it was clearly announced that I needed to have an enema. It was preceded by a rectal temp. The announcement of it left me semi-speechless. I pretty much knew which of my friends got rectal temps and enemas and the like. Depending on who it was friends, cousins. adult relatives life went on without interruption and I would get my enema.

Both times that I was given Fleet mineral oil enemas involved other children around. the first time I know that I was in school at the time, I would guess second or third grade. Mom brought me to the doctor and after a embarrassing exam and questioning that involved my first rectal exam. The doctor said that I was impacted and she thought a mineral oil enema would do the trick. I had never had one before and I don't think mom knew what they were either? As we walked out of the office I saw two girls I went to school with and one of the girls mother that was a part time substitute teacher at our school. I was so embarrassed because I knew that they all could have seen and or heard the whole exam and the cure that was ordered. Our doctor had her office that she did sick calls in and the door was never closed. Mom chatted with the other mom for a few seconds and then we were off to the drug store and home. I was told to go to my room and mom called the lady next door I am sure to relay the situation. A few minutes later I heard the front door bell ring and mom answered it with the enema box in hand I went out to see who it was and was mortified to see one of the girls and her mom as they came in and sat in the living room mom put the box on the table they wanted to offer to bring my homework over if I didn't go to school the next day. Mom thanked them and said she thought the mineral oil would do the trick and pointed to the box. They soon left and I got the enema. After holding it for a half hour nothing but the oil came out. Mom called the office and I got another one an hour or so after mom told the lady next door and I stayed with them while mom went back to the drug store. I was summoned home and everyone next door and my sister knew what I was in for. It was the same drill lay on the bed propped up on a few pillows this time held it longer and this time it seemed to do the trick. I leaked some oil playing later in the day which ruined a pair of pants. I ended up getting a soapy bagful the next day.

I remember as a child, don't recall my age, could have been 10 (would have been about 60 years ago) going to a birthday party. At some time during the party we were lined up at the bathroom, we were given enemas, one at a time. I vaguely remember getting them in the bath tub, can't remember the position, but once filled were allowed to relieve ourselves on the single toilet. I wish I could remember the details. Enemas back then were a normal part of growing up. I think it was normal for enemas to be given after consuming lots of junk food, like going to the fair.

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Nearby was often an older half-sister. I don't know if that counts because she was 18. The youngest was 15 years old, the same one was often in the same room where I was given an enema. She did not stand by and did not look, but, of course, she saw. When I was treated at the age of 6, many children saw me, but their age was not more than 6 years old, rather 4-5.

Thats how I got my first and only from grandma. It was me two boy coudins and two girls. We weren't nude untill it was our turn but only from the waist down. We all had an audiance.

My mom gave me enemas behind closed doors. There were often other people in the house, however, and it was embarrassing knowing that they could hear what was going on. It was bad enough when it was just my sister or dad at home, but so much worse when relatives or my sisters' friends were visiting. The enemas were easy to overhear, and I'm sure my sister and her friends went out of their way to listen at times.

Yes, it happened with just two people—both relatives. Perhaps it happened with others when I was very young, but I don't remember, and certainly not while they were actually watching.

The first was my stepsister, who was older than me. I remember she was often around when I was between 5 and 11 (she was eight years my senior), but as I entered puberty, she was there less and less. The last time was when I was 13; several years had passed since she had last witnessed it...

The other was my cousin, who was seven years younger than me. She and my aunt were often at my house, and when she was very little, she was always around while the procedures were being done. I’m certain she was present a few times; I clearly remember that when she was about four, my grandmother called her over because she was eventually going to have to undergo the same procedure, but she didn't want to because she was scared.

As the years went by, they were around the house less, but my cousin would still sometimes be present while I was getting an enema, even if not directly. She would only see me as I moved from the bedroom to the bathroom, though she indirectly witnessed the whole preparation process.

I remember her mother scolding her a few times for peeking (and I recall getting angry and asking for the door to be closed more securely), yet she would later brag to me that she had managed to see me... I think she did it partly out of curiosity, but mostly to be defiant and to annoy me.

This went on until she was about eight or nine years old.

I vaguely remember a time I got an enema at my aunts cabin. I must have been 4 or 5 years old. It also must have been a summer holiday, as there were several couples there with children that were a bit older than I.

It must have been a rainy day as everyone was in the main room playing games or cards. I was sick so that part I don't remember.

My dad had gone to town and bought a bulb enema. My mother took me to the far bed room and gave me the enema. Then wrapped my bare bum in a large towl and carried me through the main room infant of all those people to the bathroom. I was very sick and ai really don't remember any more about the situation. I do know that we did pack up and leave for home.

I also believe that was the time that our family doctor made a house call and gave me an enema or two. This was back in the early 50s I'm shure.

I was at that early age of just rembering parts of events. We often went to my aunts cabin, from then on my mother always packed the enema bulb.

I never saw anyone else get an enema and I don’t think anyone saw me getting one unless it was before I remember. Except for my sister. My sister and I started playing with the bulb in the bathtub when we were six and eight. Did mom not know? Even though my sister and I played together giving ourselves and each other small enemas, when mom gave the enema it was always just the two of us, no spectators.