Did Mom Hide the Enema From You

My parents were big believers in enemas for themselves and in myself and sister when we were little. I think they gave me the last one when I was 7 or 8 and my sister was a bit older. The red bag hung on the side of the cabinet and the metal can was on top of the cabinet. In addition, there was a cream colored douch bag hanging there as well. When i was about 13 o4 14 I gave myself an enema when no one was home. The next day when I got home from school my parents were sitting at the kitchen table and my mom asked me if I used the enema bag. And, if I needed help in doing it right. I denied everything and walked away. Never another word said. So, yes they knew

I was raised in a strange family, if I were sick my mother would get out the enema CAN, yes we had a White metal enema can (I would estimate it was two quarts. The medal can hung on a hook near the shower. We only had one bathroom and it was used by us as well as all of our friends and visitors. It was those experiences (being forced to be naked and having cramps that cause me to beg for relief) that got me excited about enemas. As an adult some sexual play was added to my feelings about enemas. My father cure for any illness was a shot of good Irish Whiskey and of course being a gentleman he would have a shot with me.

I don't think my mom ever mentioned an enema. When the doctor ordered one for me, mom was nowhere to be found. The enema was given by a visiting nurse (a real expert) that I only saw the one time. As for the syringe used, it was well hidden in the bottom drawer of a bureau, well concealed under some clothes. after I got the enema, I was curious and went looking (discretely) for the equipment used. It took a lot of searching to find that blue box with the Rexall Roxbury fountain syringe.

So, yes, mom certainly did hide the enema from me….. unsuccessfully

During my early years of self-administration, the family enema equipment was kept in its original box in the bathroom vanity cabinet. The enema was always mom's domain there was no playing with the equipment at any time. Mom administered enemas frequently in our house and when we became old enough to self-administer, no enemas were to be taken without mom's knowledge and preparation. Because of our large family, the bag and hose became regular fixtures in the bathroom, drying out for several days after use. And as a young teen the opportunity for an enema/bath/masturbation session could not be resisted.

One evening as I was preparing for my evening bath I went to retrieve the equipment from under the vanity only to open the box to find the bag and hose were missing. I put everything back under the vanity as I found it and went downstairs to talk to mom. I knew that just mentioning a little tummy ache would ultimately result in mom suggesting a “good" enema. Sure enough, we were soon walking back upstairs. She first went into her bedroom and retrieved the bag and hose that was on a hangar in her closet. She went into a long explanation of how she thought my little brother was playing with it and “it's not a toy.” Little did she know I was the one! Anyway, she kept it in her closet for several months as I recall. But she never did hide the bulb!

I did not have to go through that.

It was done to my father, and he didn't want it to happen to me!

For my father, he was even able to make his own nozzle.

When we were kids the douche/enema bag was always hanging in the bathroom shower at home and grandmas. Both mom and grandma had other douche/enema equipment that was stored in the linen closet. Once I got married, my wife an I did likewise. The douche/enema bag always hung in the bathroom shower for all who used our bathroom to see. It was no secret and most of our friends kept their equipment hanging in the shower as well.

No..the Victoria enema bag was never “hidden”.After I got an enema with it--it was scrubbed with hot soapy water in the sink (including the black nozzle) then filled about half full of hot tap water to rinse out the bag and hose. It was then hung to dry just inside the (bathroom) door on the wall going up to the attic..

No, our family's enema bag was never hidden from us. Since I tried to avoid it at all costs, mom had no fear that I would decide to use it. It wasn't until I was in college and talked into taking an enema for PMS that I ever tried using one on my own. Even then, when I say “talked into” I'm quite serious because I was really put off by the whole idea, but so desperate for anything that might provide some relief that I chose to give it a try. I had had enough enemas when younger that I pretty much knew how an enema worked so that first time was hardly a failed attempt.

No, I could always find the enema equipment in its box on the top shelf of the linen closet. I was always very careful to return it to the exact location where I found it and even how the contents of the box were arranged.

We had the red rubber hot water bottle setup for enemas if ever we needed one. The hot water bottle was kept out in the open, hanging upside down in the bathtub area until it was dry, then stored in a cabinet under the bathroom sink. The black hose and attachments however, after they were dry, were not out in the open, but kept in a semi-clear amber rubber pouch with white snaps, tucked in the back of a vanity drawer. Enemas, when I was a child, were really seldom used.

No, never. Mom was an RN and left her amber latex enema/douche bag with hose and nozzles hanging behind her bathroom door for as long as I can remember. I always loved the appearance, feel and aroma of the rubber bag. Within days of first discovering how to orgasm at age 15, I started enhancing my teen orgasms by pushing the larger, bat-shaped douche nozzle into my anus and then enemas of up to 2.5 quarts. I used it for several years whenever I could be alone at home and finally bought my first enema bag right after college.

Eric

Not really. They were private about administering after my bedtime, maybe left the door open when they thought I was not around, or went to the bathroom and closed the door. Sometimes the door was not completely closed and I could hear a lot of expelling and flushing. Mom and sis had their own equipment. Mom's was a red bag and a separate white bulb. The other had a yellow bag. They kept their bags way in the back of their closets. Mom kept her bulb in her panty drawer. But they left their equipment out to dry in the bathroom. When dry, they'd stash them. I hid my taking enemas. Growing up with just a Mom and much older sister, they'd talk about typically female health issues and enemas among themselves figuring I had no idea or thinking if I knew it didn't matter. Plenty of times I overheard one or the other they needed to take an enema, douche or needed to put away before company came over.

My mom took frequent enemas during my teen years, usually before she went to bed. She had a condition commonly called a “spastic colon.” Her Rexall “Symbol” syringe was hanging over the bathtub to dry in the morning. She kept the bag in with the linens — we all knew that — but it was always out of sight when we had friends over.

Not really it was stored in the cabinet in the utility room above the washer and dryer, so if you opened the cabinet it was right there in a box

Growing up, my siblings and I discovered early on, that mom didn’t like getting an enema herself. However, she didn’t mind giving us enemas when needed, or for that matter, when we didn’t. Particularly on rainy or cold days, when we had to play inside. The giveaway, was what she was wearing, when she entered the room.

Mom’s two younger sisters, on the other hand, were different. They both liked getting and giving enemas. Being closer in age to us than mom, they were more like siblings than aunts. Then, as preteens, grandma taught them personal hygiene along with how to care for and give children enemas. Then gave them the responsibility for doing our evening bath, including enemas. I was six, and the older of the two girls twelve, when that happened. So, at bath time, we not only witnessed one another receiving enemas, but the girls too. They not only gave us enemas, but as we neared double digits, they taught us to administer enemas a few years before grandma did.

As for mom, we never saw her getting an enema, however we overheard grandma giving her enemas a few times. And boy, did she ever put up fuss about it.

Not really. When she had a boyfriend around she kept enema and douche equipment kinda hidden,, but otherwise it was often left out. When it was hidden I knew where everything was kept.

Not really. When she had a boyfriend around she kept enema and douche equipment kinda hidden, but otherwise it was often left out. When it was hidden I knew where everything was kept. Always kept her bag in her bedroom closet. The douche bulb was in her top drawer. Whenever she used it, she casually brought it into the bathroom, used it and could clearly hear everything through the bathroom door. She left it out to dry in the bathroom then put it away. My much older sister definitely hid her equipment and seemed embarrassed. She ran water to cover noises. She always kept hers hidden in her closet and when taking it to the bathroom always wrapped up in a towel. Sometimes part of it would be hanging out of the towel.

I knew where it was kept. It was out of sight in a small bathroom closet but not hidden by any means.

Thank you all for sharing your moms' hiding places or the display at the toilet door for drying. At my place, the equipment was stored in the bathroom on a shelf closed by a curtain.

Mom did, grandma did not. After drying the bag always went back into that flat box it came in at our house. Usually placed under the linens on a top shelf. At Grandma's it was left to dry on a hook above the tub. Always visible.

@passionfruity: I knew where it was kept. It was out of sight in a small bathroom closet but not hidden by any means.

I just read this entire thread and it confirms my belief that enema bags were seldom hidden and that they usually could be found in one of only three places when not out drying after use: 1) hanging on the back of the bathroom door, 2) in the linen closet, and 3) in the vanity under the sink. In those times nobody was overly shy about taking enemas as they were a common remedy for lots of ailments.

Mom kept the enema bag hanging on a hook in the linen cupboard when not in use and hanging from the shower head when it was drying after an enema. It wasn't really hidden.

It was never hidden, the dreadful enema bag was kept hanging in the shower, not hidden, that's where I keep my "working" enema bags today.

EMOM is quite correct in her post about enema/douching equipment being commonly hung openly in the bathroom. Usage was so common decades ago and it was sensible to hang the items to dry. Once dry, the items may be stored in a linen closet, drawer, or under the vanity. In our house/apartment, a single bathroom almost always had an enema/douche bag or bulb out in the open. It wasn't until we moved to a larger home with two bathrooms, that mom and dad kept the master bath for themselves. I still knew where everything was stashed, but had started my own collection by then.

As a youngster, snooping was a compulsive thing, especially when friends told us about their own experiences. It was great fun to discover the various items as we were in each other's homes or apartment.

Perhaps the only time that mom may have been inclined to hide or stash items, was when she confronted my sisters and I about playing with the enema bag. She threatened us with that black douche nozzle as she showed us some wear on her amber folding syringe. It meant that we had to be more cautious or suffer the consequences. Dad, upon seeing this, reminded us that mom was serious when it came to enemas.

I’m gonna say my mom hid them because when they started I was 7 and when I took a shower or bath witchever I done mom would always open the door at some point and pit my night clothes on the towel cabinet until one night I went to get out and only had a shirt no pants so I other door slightly an said mom I have no pants she replied with I’ll be there in a minute thinking she was bringing me pj pants but when the door opened in she comes with a large bowl of milky water a small leather strap with a small buckle on it an a to me at the time a large blue squeeze bottle with a fat white curved straw ( nozzle ) on it once they stopped in the bathroom an I was ordered to my bed with no pants on a large bag was hanging on a pole beside the bed but when the time came the bottle or bag mysteriously appeared I have no idea where she kept them an a more in-depth version of this will be posted somewhere on here