Did Mom Get You Your Own Enema Bag / Bulb or Can ??

When I was about 12 and taking enemas on my own with the "family" bag (Mom and me, Dad NEVER did enemas), I asked Mom if I could have my own bag. She asked me why I wanted my own bag. I told her that it would be more convenient to keep a bag in my room so I could take an enema whenever i wanted to. She said no. She said that our enema bag was the only one that was needed. I thought that she really just wanted to control my enemas.

A few months later I asked Mom again. This time she said let me think about it. A few days later we were at the grocery store getting the weeks food. When we were done she said that since we were here the drug store was just next door.

She told me to come with her. When we were inside she went to the enema aisle and started looking at the different syringes. The lady pharmacist came over and asked if she could help.

Mom turned and asked me what kind of enema syringe I wanted. I was so embarrassed I just stood there and stammered. Mom said, come on speak up she doesn't have all day. The pharmacist asked politely if I wanted a bulb or a bag. I said a bag. She then asked if i wanted a closed top combination or an open top fountain syringe. I asked what the difference was. She said the combination was a hot water bottle as well as an enema syringe. The fountain syringe was just used for enemas. I looked at Mom who said it was up to me. I said an open top.

The lady asked if I knew which one I wanted. I said no. She open on box and showed us the red rubber 2qt syringe. While we were looking she got another box and opened it revealing an amber folding syringe and said that this one folds up and stores in a small pouch. I was intrigued and said that I'd like that one. Mom looked a bit startled but said OK.

As we were walking to the check out Mom stopped and asked the lady what was the largest bag they sold. She was shown a box. Mom took the box and read the back. She took the box with us.

After we had bought the items and was walking to the car Mom commented that now I had my own enema and she had one that she needed as well. She said that even though I had my own bag I still needed to let her know when I took and enema.

I'm sure I'm not the only one that had a similar experience.

My Mom left a LOT of bags, but no bulbs behind when she left. It took us several years to track down all her stashes of stuff. Most of which contained at least one enema bag. Dad says that anything that was clearly hers when she was declared legally dead in both the US and her native Canada is actually mine because they were never actually married, and I was the last one to come into physical contact with he while she was known to be alive Therefore I am her next of kin, whether that's good o bad.

As a result except for my 3-qt "Paris" bag and my 4-qt open top "great white" EVERY piece of enema gear I have came from her That includes the bag I believe her mother must have bought for her in the early 1970s in the US. Probably intending that she use it primarily as a douche syringe. According to my Dad all though their relationship she mentioned several times that she was anxious to get her own place because as long as she was in he mother's house her mother was going to more o less force weekly douches on her. She told Dad she didn't mind and in fact enjoyed the occasional douche but felt that what her mother was pushing was too frequent.

Mom bought my sister her own bag when she was 12. She never bought me my own, probably because she knew that Sis and I both used her bag. I never went solo until Sis went to college. Mom did us both weekly, and Sis and I started doing each other when she was 12 and I was 8. Her bag was a 4 qt Faultless which Mom knew we would eventually grow into.

We only had one enema bag in the house when I was growing up. When it comes to moms buying syringes for their children, I do recall that there were several girls at college who had gotten travel syringes from their moms. I didn't even really know what one was until a bunch of us were having girl talk one afternoon. Needless to say, I was taken to the pharmacy a couple of days later and soon became a member of the feminine hygiene club. It was embarrassing for several reasons.

My mother in law had one enema bag in the parents' bathroom for use on everybody. When children were taught self-administration another one was put in the main bathroom.

Years ago I knew the northeast distributor for Dotolo Research, the company that used to market the Toxygen closed colonic system. Besides colonics, the family members all took enemas.

One Christmas all of the family got new enema bags from Santa Claus. They took a group family photo Christmas morning, each of them holding up their new Christmas enema bags!

Doc

I had my own bulb from the beginning - but that was because I was the only kid in the house getting enemas, It was always kept in the hall closet and only used on me. However, as I snooped around the house I discovered at least 2 other enema/douche bags in my parents closet. Even though they were never used on me, I knew what they were. At age 12 or so I even used one on myself when I was the only one home. I never caught my mother using them at all - though I'm sure she could have when I was at school or something.

I can remember the Davol Red 3 OZ. with the Black Nozzle used from about 3 or 4 years of age. Over Moms lap of course. Then came along this Maroon Fountain Syringe, and it had a FR 22 Colon Tube on it. What a joy that was. No stop cock. Always wondered about that one. The tube was lubed up and shoved in and then usually my Dad would poor the water solution into the bag. First the air would go in then the water. As time went on, along came this Blue Faultless Combination Syringe being used on me. Everytime the flu time came around, the old enema bag would come out and stay out for days. Tide soap was the soap of chose. Never had my own bag, but that were in the hall closet were used a lot.

Enema bag--No.

Fountain syringe to douche in the early 1980's when I entered puberty--Yes.

My Mother did not get me my own enema bag, but her Mother did... well, sort of anyway. I had been after Mom to give me an adult enema ever since a neighbor girl had told me that her Mom had given her one with her douche bag.

I had no idea what an adult enema was although Mom had given me plenty of enemas with a small red bulb that she had for that purpose. My friend really encouraged me to get Mom to give one though saying that "I would really enjoy it!".

Well, after Dattie told me about her adventure with her Mom I went straight into my house and found Mom sitting at the kitchen table drinking day old coffee and smoking one of her Salem cigarettes. I sat down across from her and asked her straight out if she would please give me an adult enema. She looked at me like I had a screw loose and asked where in the world had I heard of such a thing. I told her. She just shook her head. I did not give up. In fact, Day after day, I bugged her and still no adult enema. After a month or so of trying I decided that if I was ever going to get one, I needed help. So I decided to enlist Mom's Mother for the help I needed.

One afternoon after I had done my chores around the house, I rode my bike over to Grandma's. I knocked on her door and I think I surprised her when she opened the door. This was not something I did very often. Grandma asked me in and we went into her kitchen where she gave me a coke. I sat down at her table and she joined me with a coke herself. I didn't hem haw around and definitely did not beat around the bush. I went straight for help. Grandma listened and after I had entered my plea, she took my hands into hers and looked me straight in the eye. When she had my total attention, she spoke saying, "Mike, do you really know what you are asking for?" I smiled but couldn't really answer. Then, she said "Mike, you really should be careful for what you ask for grandchild! Often what we ask for is not what we thought it would be. I, personally, think your little friend, Dattie, was exaggerating a bit when she said she enjoyed taking one of those things." I said "I understand Grandma, but I still want Mom to give me one, can't you help me?" Well, Grandma still looking me straight in the eye said "ok, Mike, I'll see what I can do." Then she said " I don't really think your Mother has a "douche" bag in her house so I had better get her one!" I smiled, then, I got up and gave Grandma a big hug. Then, Grandma got up and the two of us walked over to the door where I again gave her another big hug and a kiss followed by a big thank you. Grandma waved as I rode off towards home.

Once I got home I went into my room for a while, but I soon got up and went onto our porch where there was a swing. I was on that swing when Grandma drove up into our driveway. I watched as she got out of her car and saw that she was carrying a big sack with a reddish orange and black box sticking out of it. She came onto the porch, patted the sack and entered the house. About 10 minutes later she exited our house and sat down on the swing with me. Before I could say a word, Grandma spoke saying "ok, Mike, I have done all I can. I spoke to your Mom about giving you that adult enema that you have been craving for at least a month. I even brought her an item to do it with. Now it is up to her." I gave Grandma a kiss and thanked her once again. She got up and left the porch going back to her car. She was soon gone and I waited on Mom to come get me. Well, she didn't.

Days went by and then weeks. I still had not gotten that adult enema I wanted so bad. That all changed one Saturday morning about a month later. Mom woke me up early and with gentle hand guided me into my bathroom where she had prepared my special adult enema. That morning, Mom ended up giving me three adult enemas with the Rexall Victoria Combination syringe Grandma had bought Mom for me.

No, Mom never bought me my own bag because there was always one hanging on the back of the bathroom door. BUT, because I was making a little money from my paper route, I did buy my own: A blue 3 quart pumpkin bag which I left hanging in my bedroom closit. I didn't try to hide it but didn't tell mom that I had it either. One day I forgot to put it away and left it in the bagroom where she found it and asked me, "whats this for?". Surprised at being "caught" with my own bag out in the open all I could say was that It was for my own enema use. What else would I have it for? She never mentioned it again, and I left it hanging in the closit when I left for a tour in the Navy. I often wondered what happened to that bag and found it almost 20 years later hanging in my aunts bathroom. And that friends is the rest of the story.

Enema bag no, douche bag yes. My mom was a diaphragm user so there was always a "feminine syringe" hanging in the shower or with my mom's towel. She douched with vinegar and water when she removed her diaphragm. If she was late for work, she would leave the bag and the diaphragm in the shower. She also douched every day during her period with a prepared powder; I think it was Tricotine.

When I started my period when I was 12, she took me to my uncles drug store and showed me the choices and I picked out a folding syringe like she used. I remember being very embarrassed. In those days there was a whole glass case with "feminine hygiene" douche equipment so you had to ask to see the items. I used what ever douche preparation she used when I lived at home. My sister and I were in menstrual synchrony with my mom so 5 or 6 days a month there were three douche bags in the bathroom; often three in the shower at the same time. When I wasn't on my period, I kept my bag in my bedroom.

When I got older my mom, sister and I took over the upstairs bathroom. As you can imagine, three women fighting for time in the bathroom in the morning was an interesting experience. The step in shower had a distortion glass door but you could still hear and seen enough. My mom was usually last in the bathroom and can still remember the very distinctive sound that the clip on the tube made when she released the flow I could hear the water flowing into the shower drain. She never started the shower until after she finished douching. I on the other hand started the shower first to mask the sounds.

My Mom handed me a new yellow folding syringe for enema or douche, as I was packing to leave for my honeymoon. She said, "Here, you're going to need this". ???

Nope. We had one bag for enemas. There was another but my sister and I never used it. It stayed under towels. But you could tell when mom douched. You could smell it. She used the Massengill powder. It is a yellow powder in a jar with a red label.

Enema bag--No.

Fountain syringe to douche in the early 1980's when I entered puberty--Yes.

I've never understood this. What exactly is a fountain syringe (some specific type of enema bag?) and where did the name come from?

Eric

I've never understood this. What exactly is a fountain syringe (some specific type of enema bag?) and where did the name come from?

Eric

Any douche or enema bag is a fountain syringe. (Any bag with a hose attached)

When I was 12 or 13 my mother bought me a fountain syringe to douche with if I wanted. Despite my learning that she was an tiger in bed when we had intimate conversations when I was in college, I'm rather certain she did not buy it for me with the intention that I would take enemas with it--and I rarely did because I knew if it wasn't spotlessly clean it could transfer colonic bacteria to my vagina. She wasn't the type to ever ask if I was on my period, had a bowel movement or anything else. She always let me have my privacy as far as my sexual activity and personal bodily functions were concerned.

No, my brother, sister, and I all used the bag that was hanging in the bathtub/shower at home. At our grandmothers, there was one hanging in the bathtub/shower as well, that we all used when ever we stayed with her during the summer. Our grandmother had one rule at her house that we didn't have at home, she was to be told before we used it... period. If we didn't tell her and got caught, her hairbrush had a talk with our bare bottom.

No. mom always used a 10 ounce family syringe with 3 nozzles: child enema, adult enama, and douche.

Nope we had one bag in our house. A 2 quart red rubber with a nozzle set, 1 douche nozzle, 2 pipe nozzles for enemas and a colon tube. This bag hung on the back of the bathroom door when in use and in use, Mom had her bathrobe that hung there too it covered the bag when it wasn't in use. So if we had company if they used the bathroom the bag was hidden under the robe. I remember there also was a hook above the toilet in the bathroom that Mom used to hang the bag when she was giving enemas to us kids.

. . . . This bag hung on the back of the bathroom door when in use and in use, Mom had her bathrobe that hung there too it covered the bag when it wasn't in use. So if we had company if they used the bathroom the bag was hidden under the robe. . . .

That's not a good hiding place. I bet the bag was seen often.

It's like using 1-2-3-4 as your password. 😁

I had an unexpected delivery on my doorstep when my very own enema bag was left with a note from my Mom telling me not to be such a, "tight ass." 😁 😁 😁 It's been used ever since. 😉

No we only had the one set with a douche nozzle and an enema pipe. My mom would spend as much time cleaning the equipment as she would preparing the enema.

Nope. We were a one bulb and one bag family.

We got our enemas from the bulb up til age 10 and the bag ( that was always hanging on the bathroom door) age 11 and up

My parents bought me my own bag when I was 14. I remember it happened on a Saturday morning. The laxative that my mom had given me the night before had failed to work and she sent my dad to the pharmacy to buy an enema bag. For some reason, she did not want me to use hers as I had always done before. By that age, I was being allowed to self-administer, but one of my parents would prepare the enema and inspect the results afterwards. I remember the thrill of opening the package with the brand new enema bag when my dad returned from the pharmacy. My mom prepared a full bag which I gave myself behind the locked bathroom door. She decided to store the bag in the bathroom that I shared with my brother, which greatly facilitated my indulging in "unauthorized" enemas on my own over the next few years.

Not only did I receive my own syringe when I was a little boy, I actually received it as a birthday present. At least that's my memory of it but technically I'm not sure it was a gift exactly---I mean it wasn't wrapped up or anything. But it was a big deal for me. I was raised by aunts after my folks divorce. One of them was quite devoted to me being a very clean and very obedient little boy. Enemas were her way of keeping me regular and the treatment anytime I had a bout of crankiness or fussiness. When I was small she used an infant or child syringe but when I turned 10 she started using an adult syringe.

My memory is that it was around the time of my birthday, I think it may have been the night before. My aunt was sitting there at the table and called me in from watching t.v. and there was a box on the table. She told me that it was time for me to have an enema and since I was getting to be a big boy I needed to start taking big boy enemas. She handed me the box and told me to come with her to the bathroom next to the kitchen, I remember the feel of her hand on the back of my neck as she made me walk to the bathroom to begin the ritual. I undressed as she sat on the toilet and then she opened the box and showed me my big boy enema. It was an adult size red bulb syringe with a black nozzle. I felt all pins and needles all over as she put if together, it looked so big I was scared. She told me not to worry she would take good care of me. I started to lay over her lap but she said "no" She made me kneel on the floor with my knees wide apart. She came behind me and sat on the footstool. I could feel her finger starting to rub vaseline in my bottom and I tried to pull away. She made me reach between my legs and grab my ankles. I moaned when she put the big syringe in my bottom. She began to use it to go deep in my bottom and then all of a sudden a jet of warm water squirted up my bottom. It was both scary and uncomfortable and exciting.

I received so many enemas from her and my sitters that it's hard to keep my memories straight after all these years but I'm pretty sure it was when I turned ten that I "graduated" to my very own big boy enema syringe. She made good use of it during my teenage years.

I guess since I am pretty sure that I was the only one who got enemas, I guess that bulb was mine all along.

I was given enemas from my mother until about age 14 or 15, except if I was sick with a cold, then from age 14 or 15 I was told to take enemas on my own once a week, unless sick or constipated. By that time my mom had bought an enema bag just for me, which was kept in my bathroom behind the door. This was the same bathroom visitors used, so everyone knew I/we were taking enemas, but in the 1950s and 1960s that was as common as kids being given spanking for misbehaving or disobeying, among a few other infractions.

We only had a bulb for enemas. The same one for everyone and it was kept under the sink in the bathroom. I got caught bulb in hand when I was 11 or 12 and that stopped enemas from mom but I gave them to myself whenever I had the chance. By time I was a mid teen I was well aware that just thinking about it got me hard and masturbation with some water in my ass was better. About that time I became aware that my next younger brother, 3 years younger, was also giving himself enemas with the bulb. Suddenly the bulb disappeared from under the sink. Was he less discrete than I? Did mom know we were using it on ourselves and did not approve? Anyway, eventually I found it upstairs along with some other unused baby stuff. But once we found it we would either bring the bulb down, use it, and put it back or take the water upstairs to squirt in there.

Mom did not replace it in the bathroom. I knew she had a bulb douche syringe that I did not dare use and we had a hot water bottle but I never saw a hose and nozzle to convert it to a syringe.

We couldn't afford an enema bag so we just used an old bucket with a hole drilled in it. The fuel line off the 39 Ford Pickup served as the hose and we had a plastic straw for a nozzle. We each had our own bucket as soon as we found one.....

Mom never got me my own bag because she never knew I was using hers! I used hers until I left home. Meanwhile, I used several different things to make my own equipment. The most successful was a rubber 'punch ball' with a length of tubing. The only bad thing about it was that I never knew exactly how much I was taking.