Did Mom Hide the Enema From You

After reading some of the posts about finding bags in bathrooms it reminded me of an instance when I was about 10 or 11.

Mom had me to the point that I would tell her I needed an enema and she would get the open top fountain syringe out, get one ready and leave it in the bathroom for me. One day Mom was in her bedroom when I told her I needed an enema. She said OK and got it out of her closet. I finally saw where she kept it, on a hook under an old bathrobe and other clothing. I started sneaking the syringe when she was gone for awhile. I had done this four or five times.

The next time I went to get the syringe it was gone. I searched high and low but couldn't find it. Out of curiosity rather than need, the next day I ask Mom for an enema. She looked at me as mothers will and asked when was the last time I had one. I said that it had been a while. She looked me directly in the eye and said that she thought it was just a day or two ago as the enema set was wet and hadn't been cleaned well. The cat was out of the bag (pun intended). I admitted that I had taken one but that I was still constipated. Mom told me that she would get it for me and that I wasn't to take any more enemas without her knowing about it.

As time went on Mom returned the syringe to its usual place in her closet. I used it occasionally but was very careful about cleaning and drying it before I put it away. About a year later Mom told me that whenever I needed an enema I could tell her then go get the syringe and use it. Eventually the bag began to leak and Mom got us a new combination syringe that hung in the same place.

A few months later I was very constipated. I told Mom I was going to take an enema. I got the bag and started to take the enema. A short while later Mom asked if everything was OK. I told her I was having trouble taking the enema. She came in and we talked for a minute. She said to just stay there and she would be right back.

She came back into the bathroom with the biggest enema bag I had seen. It was a 4 quart, red fountain syringe with a very long red hose. In the middle of the hose was bulb. Mom filled it from the bathtub spout and hung it up. She then gave me the enema with it, squeezing the bulb very few seconds until I started to leak. She stopped and had me expel. We finished the bag of soapy water. Mom left that bag in the bathroom and told me I was to take another enema after supper. When I asked her where I was to put the bag when I was done she said that I was to leave it in the bathroom so she could put it away. She said that she didn't want me to use that bag without her knowledge. She said she would put it someplace special so that I would have to ask for it specifically to be able to use it.

Did anyone else's Mom hide the bag?

When Mom left, Iwas only 3 anyway, so I don't think it was hiding. She DID take a lot of enemas, maybe too many. don't think it was healthy what she must have been doing.

The enema bag was kept in the linen closet in the hall between the kitchen and the bathroom. She would always fill the bag in the kitchen.

Our family's rectal service equipment was kept in the hallway linen press/ closet...Not a bag, but a white enamelware douche can with the hose (when dry) coiled up & deposited inside it...sometimes with its black Bakelite nozzle still "conveniently" attached 😃 ...Along with a small red bulb, a teardrop shape ear syringe & Higginson syringe as well as various household medicinal products

A larger white enamelware irrigator with dark blue rim (& around it's spout) resided on the top shelf of my parents main bedroom wardrobe, as did my mothers douche bulb(s)...So it wasn't hidden as such but wasn't left around

I don't think my twin daughters, just turned 3 are old enough to be exposed just yet.

My Mother did this to me as well. She figured out that I was taking enemas when she was out shopping and took her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe from the white, metal linen cabinet in her bathroom. I found it in my mother's top dresser drawer under some of her panties. I think Mother figured that out too! One day she set ,me up. She told me that she was going shopping in a neighboring town and that she would be gone several hours only to reappear about 15 minutes later. Well, she caught me "red handed." I had secured the syringe and had just filled it with hot, soapy water when she appeared in doorway. I about dropped the bag. I was sitting on the toilet when I looked up and there she stood. She walked over to where I sat and took the bloated bag from me. I really didn't want to give it to her, but I did. She then walked over to the sink and unscrewed the adapter plug from the bottle and poured its contents down the drain. She looked back at me shaking her head and left the room. I was so embarrassed that I didn't even leave the room. I just remained sitting on the commode. About 15 minutes later, Mom reappeared in her bathroom. She walked over to where I was sitting and sat down on the side of the tub. She took my hands into hers, looked me in the eye and just sat there for a few moments. Finally, she said "Mike, you should not be taking so many enemas! Remember, our doctor says that they are not good for you." I looked down at the floor and then back into her eyes saying "Mom, I know, but I like the way the water feels as it goes into me. I don't know why, but I just do. I don't like that Castoria you have been giving me..... Makes me want to throw up." Mom, just sat there looking at me. Finally, she rubbed my head, got up and left the room. A few minutes later I heard water running in the kitchen and shortly there after Mother reappeared in the bathroom doorway. This time she did not return alone. She was carrying her syringe and it was full of water again. She walked over to the wall beside where I was sitting and hung it up by its bottom tab. I, immediately heard the distinct sound of water replacing air in the syringe's tubing. Mother, again, patted my head and said "ok, Mike, if you want this enema, I'll give it to you." I stood up, gave her a big hug. Then, I slid off my underwear and got into my normal knee-chest position n front of the toilet. Mother sat down where I had been sitting, slipped in the nozzle and gave me one outstanding enema. I'll never forget that one...Never!

As a youngster, I received my enemas from the old red bag, that after use, it was stored away after being dried in the upper shelves of the linen and towel closet. I was too young at that time however to be sneaking enemas, even though I knew where it was. Fast forward to years later when my Mom became a single mom due to divorce, I soon discovered the open-top amber bag in the top shelf of the linen-towel closet where we lived then. I don't think she ever intended to hide it, but rather that was a convenient, somewhat private storing location. And yes, I used it many times myself in private when no-one was home. And No, I never got caught, even though I came close one time when I experimented with an Olive oil enema, and inadvertently left the olive oil can in the bathroom. My mother questioned that one. I just said that the fill bulb in the commode was hanging up, and I had used the olive oil to oil the mechanism. Problem fixed. She seemed to buy my explanation. Isn't the bullshit we say as kids amazing? 😃

Well I keep mine in a lockable box (briefcase-style).

I can remember mum "hiding" the suppositories for years during childhood, presumably just so she could freak us out by producing them as if by magic. (But of course I was quick to work out where they were - in her dresser)

I was introduced to my grandmother taking enemas when I was very young. She used let me watch and turn the clamp on and off for her. It was a real turn on to me at the age of about 5 years. I then started taking enemas by myself and found them very pleasurable. I would sneak them every chance I got. When I reached puberty, I realized that when I gave myself an enema, I would ejaculate almost immediately. I am male and 100% straight, but very anal erotic. I now use enemas daily to keep myself clean and enjoy them very much. I am 69 years old and have sex with my wife two or three times a week. I also give her an enema every other day because of her constipation problem. I get a lot of enjoyment in giving them to her. I sometimes wonder if my grandmother introduced me to them at a very young age because she knew of the enjoyment I would get from them throughout my life. I will always be grateful to her.

Our mom did not hide the enema equipment from us. We knew where she kept it. Once it was dry she kept it in a closet between towels. Funny thought is that I keep mine in the same place. I guess I followed in her footsteps.

Come on guys... You know your Mother knew you liked taking enemas and when she thought you too old for her to do it, she suspected that you took them on the lamb and as a result she hid her bag from you.... I know I am not the only one... or one of a few whose Mothers did that to them. So fess up!

Our equipment was under the towels in the closet. Not really hid but out of sight.

My mom hated enemas herself, but douched twice a week. She gave me many enemas and I saw her once prepare a bag for herself when her chronic Ex-Lax, Carter's Pills, etc. failed. She was a laxative addict all her life. She kept her bag in the linen closet in the bathroom inside it's plastic box, so I couldn't use it without leaving it wet. I managed to acquire my own bag and kept it hidden at about age 14 to use when alone.

My grandmother had a Compacto bag hanging open in her bathroom and used it daily, so when I stayed with her on weekends, I could use it because it was always wet. That's why my Avatar is a Compacto.

We lived in an old house with uneven floors. Consequently, there was a big gap at the bottom of the bathroom door which all but eliminated any hint of privacy for anyone using the toilit. Old house, little storage, and a lot of enema usage by my mom kept the old amber bag hanging on the back of the door, ready for her use, or mine. She was never private about needing or taking an enema and I never saw her do it, but heard her doing it a lot. Enema taking was so frequent in our household that I could ask her to refill the bag for me after she was finished, and she frequently did. Even occasionally asking me if I needed "help", which at that (teen) age I never did because I was embarrased by my raging erections and didn't want her to see them. So, neither the bag nor the need/want of an enema was hidden. It was all out in the open. The bag was never put away, even when I had friends over. Only one of them ever asked about it, and that was just to ask why I didn't tell her what to expect when she had to use our bathroom. She was surprised to see it but never ever mentioned it, or enemas again until about 20 or so years later when she told me that "You mom was right about the enemas"!

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Mom never hid the enema things from us although if she knew how often it was being used she may have reconsidered. As a kid, the bulb was kept under the bathroom sink. Convenient for whoever or whatever. My sister and I even played with the bulb in the bathtub, which led to the inevitable. Later as teenagers, an open top bag appeared there also. Mom had told us that it was not necessary to douche regularly but never said we couldn't do it when we felt it was needed. And of course, by then she knew my sister and I were both giving ourselves enemas from time to time. So I guess the bag made sense.

When I was twelve I bought my first enema bag. It was a red Tyson open top syringe. I had ridden my bike over to the local mall where Walgreens had a store. Why I chose that particular syringe, I don't know? But, I bought it. I decided to hide the bag behind a piece of asbestos sheeting that stood behind the bathroom heater and wall in Mom's bathroom. After taking an enema I would physically dry it and roll the syringe as one would roll a newspaper and place it there. Why would I leave it in Mom's bathroom and not my bathroom. I liked taking baths and not showers. My bathroom had only a shower. Anyway, one day I reached behind the sheet of asbestos and there was no bag there, I was very constipated and my Dad was going to take me fishing the next morning. I was desperate. So, I swallowed my pride and went into the tv room where my Mother was sitting and asked her if she had seen my syringe. Mom smiled up at me and said "Mike, I really don't like you taking so many enemas. Why don't I give you a laxative? I said "Mom, when you give me a laxative it usually doesn't work and if it does it works at the most inappropriate times. Dad is taking me fishing in the morning and I don't want to be in the boat when the urge happens." Mom shook her head and said "well, Mike, come with me." Which I did. She walked me back to my bathroom. She opened the cabinet that was above our washing machine and pointed up to a silver pitcher that was on the top shelf and said "your bag is in there." I climbed up onto the washing machine and opened the top of the pitcher and retrieved my bag. Mom reached up and took the syringe from me and began to unwind the tubing from around the bag. Then as I got off of the washing machine, Mom turned on the water in the sink that was beside the commode and began filling my bag for me. After it was full of warm, soapy water Mom walked over to the wall beside the toilet and hung it on a well positioned nail. I expected her to leave the room, but instead she remained and gave me three enemas with my own enema bag. From that day forward, Mom never again messed with my enema syringe and it always remained behind that asbestos sheet in her bathroom for my use whenever I needed an enema. By the way, Mom would assist me whenever I wanted her to..

My Mom didn't hide the enema can and attachments, keeping it on her closet shelf in its brown box that was a familiar sight to the family members who are treated with it. I took it off the shelf a few times to bring back memories but didn't dare give myself an enema with it lest I be caught.

In our first home, we only had one bathroom. The amber latex enema bag always hung on the towel rack that was located at the back of the bath tub. We moved to a new home when I was 14. This had a master bedroom suite and 2 other bathrooms. the enema bag was hung in my parents shower. My mother was a frequent user and giver of enemas.

The red enema bag hung on the shower arm until it was no longer usable. It disappeared into a drawer and was replaced by a white folding syringe and then an amber folding syringe. These were never hidden. The items that were hidden, but discoverable, were her collection of nozzles and the plunger for her contraceptive jelly. The diaphragm was in the small bag as well.

While I believed I had mom and grandma in the dark about my enema indulgences, in hindsight they must have known. As I became a teen, I had collected some enema bags and a bulb. We had moved and I had a basement room and bath to myself. My equipment was well hidden, but mom pulled some things out of my storage closet. I think she must have seen them, but there wasn't any discussion.

When each had passed on, I managed to acquire some vintage items.

Don't know that I would really call it hiding, but Dad, who raised me as single parent scheduled his own enemas when I was in school or otherwise not around.

He did let me know directly or not when that was his plan for the day, but he did't actually start until I was on the school bus

When I got home the bag and hose were usually still over the shower rail drying and he was still recovering

Not strictly hiding but still did not like me seeing him taking an enema.

Even now, I usually call first, before going over there I am the only person other than him with key and "no knock" access, but I'm reluctant to use it when I do't have to.

During my early years I remember the red bulb being kept under the sink. Somewhere around 12 or so, it disappeared. Nobody said a word and I did not ask but I wondered if mom hid it because she thought I was using it on myself too often (which I was), or if she thought I had outgrown my need for those enemas and stored it away somewhere. Some time later after searching for it I discovered it stored away in a dresser drawer in the guest bedroom along with some other children's things long outgrown. So then when I had time and opportunity, I either had to retrieve it, go downstairs for my enema, clean and replace it where I found it - or - take some water upstairs to the room, give myself a small enema with the bulb, then hold it while rushing back downstairs to the bathroom. There was no bathroom upstairs in that house. Inconvenient, but still fun. There was also a hot water bottle in the bathroom but I never saw the hose and nozzle necessary to convert it to an enema bag.

All of the enema equipment - bags, bulbs and nozzles - was kept in a bathroom cabinet. I expect mom knew I used them often as the open top bag would be a little wet after my use. And I could tell the bag was not positioned the same as I put it away so someone else had used it too.

Yes she did after she found the red bulb under my bed. I was 4 or 5 at the time, and the bulb was kept in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom I shared with one of my sisters. I would climb up on the sink to get it and then play with it, just poking my bottom with it mostly at that stage. I guess I had forgotten to put it back one time, and she or the maid found it under my bed. It disappeared from the bathroom, but eventually I saw where it had been moved to. Its new home was in the linen closet just outside my bedroom door. It was not long before I was climbing to the top shelf to retrieve my favorite toy.

I personally never had the enema equipment hidden from me.

One reason for that is that my single parent had to face that himself. He hated it and from the time I showed that l liked enemas, he vowed not to do that.

His Mom hid the bulb in one place, the bag in another, the nozzle for the bulb in a third place and the nozzle for the bag in a fourth one. Got to the point that he had to use a pocket knife and a Bic lighter to make his own nozzle out of the shell of a Bic pen

My Mom never hide the enema syringe from me when growing up. It hung on a wall hook in the bathroom at all times. She would always know when the syringe was used.

I think having the family enema equipment readily available and visible plays a big part in how we came to view it. I know it did for me. When my sister and I were little girls we loved taking bubble baths. We would soak in the tub until our skin shriveled up. The enema bulb syringe was kept on a shelf in the same door of the bathroom vanity as the bottle of bubble bath soap. If you looked for the bubble bath bottle, you could see the enema bulb, right there.

That led to us taking the bulb into the tub with us to squirt water at each other. More than once mom scolded us, "Put that thing away, it is not a toy." Of course we knew what it was for and it didn't take long for us to start using it for its intended purpose once mom left the room. We only gave ourselves or each other a squirt or two so it was quite fun and pleasant. I firmly believe having the bulb readily available was a major factor in my frequent and continued use of it. I did not have to retrieve it from some hiding place. It was available on a moments notice.

@Cheryl77177, that's a fun different way to use a bulb! Nice way to think outside the box (or bulb, so to speak!)

As I said in an earlier message (#21), by time I was 12 or so mom figured out I was using the bulb on myself frequently and she attempted to store it away. It didn't take too long to figure out where it was, and although less convenient, it was still used whenever mom and dad were gone. It was shortly after that when I realized my younger brother was using the bulb to give himself enemas too. When I went to retrieve the bulb from the drawer, it was still wet. I had always been careful to be sure the bulb was empty and wiped off, and began to carefully position it a certain way when I put it back. Sure enough, it was moved slightly from how I had put it back in the storage drawer. We never discussed it but I think he knew I was using it too. This went on all through our teenage years and when I returned after a couple of years in the army the bulb was gone. I never asked anyone what happened to it.

The enema bag was kept in the hallway linen closet mom didn’t try to hide it, however she always removed the douche nozzle because I would have it in my rectum if I could find it! I loved that black curved douche nozzle and have several just like it that I found on eBay.

As I have mentioned elsewhere our home had two red rubber bags: a combination syringe for enemas and an open top that was reserved exclusively for mom's use. Both were kept in the linen closet immediately across the hall from the main bathroom. Mom never made any attempt to hide them as they were kept on top of the stack of towels on the lower shelf. Nearby was a bottle of douche concentrate as well as a plastic soap dish that held a bar of Ivory and the small bulb syringe that had been used on us when small. If we had overnight company and they needed a towel for a shower or bath there was no way that they wouldn't see the “rubber goods.”