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

I used my grandmother bags. They would never buy me mine own I bought my own bag at 17 it was the Paris bag red rubber combination type held three quarts . I used that bag for a long time until the hanging tab tore . After that for awhile I used the vinyl bags did not like them liked the tradition al bag . Tory I am back using the red rubber open top bag .

My mother always used the same bag for my brother, sister and I. We did have different nozzles at least when we were older but just one bag for the family

Had I read this thread as a child I would have been incredulous. The concept of a child having any say in health matters was beyond belief in my world. I might as well been given my own vaporizer as my own enema bag.

I did obtain a red rubber bulb on my own soon after I began self administering on the sly. Not purchased, but found one day on the street. It was in good shape and clean. I used it as much as possible, especially after I came across a trove of vintage nozzles left behind in an abandoned house (thanks to condemnation for a new high school). Those fabulous Bakelite tips fit in the bulb’s opening afording marvelous anal stimulation as I squirted eight or so ounces of soapy water up my bum.

At what age did you first have your OWN bag, whether Mom bought it or you bought it yourself and did Mom know or say anything about it?? Were you still living at home and did she treat you more grown up after getting your own bag? Did she have a say in what bag you got?

A visiting nurse who cared for me after I was critically injured in an accident urged me to buy a fountain syringe and a hot water bottle. I was 22 at the time and recently married. My mom was pretty private about such things, but during my recovery I got so bound up from the meds that a couple of times Angie needed to give me enemas. She said I should have my own syringe so after I was recovered I went to a medical supply store that I have written about in previous posts.

Growing up, there were five of us who got regular enemas: Mom, my three sisters, and me. I do not know if Dad ever got enemas; or if he did, they never spoke of it. There were two open top, 4 qt fountain bags, and a 4 oz children's bulb and 8 oz adult bulb. There was also a douche bulb, which I think held 12 oz. That bulb had a screw on base, which allowed for filling. It had a thick (maybe 1/2" or maybe 3/4"). Mom's bag was only used by her, and we kids shared the other bag. There was never much attention paid to contamination, and after we kids were old enough to give to each other, I remember several occasions when my sisters shared the bag, filling it to a full 4 qts, then each taking half, just closing the clamp, pulling out the nozzle and handing it to the other sister. The two enema-phobic sisters rarely got enemas, and only when Mom insisted. Lisa and I got them frequently, first because we both got constipated a lot, and later because we really loved them. She was four years older, and when she was 16, she went to Sears and bought her own bag. We both used her bag, which she hid under her mattress to sneak enemas without Mom's knowledge. Mom eventually caught us, and just laughed and told us to be careful. When Lisa went off to college, I bought my own bag, which I used until the rubber rotted about 15 years ago. It was kind of like losing an old friend.

Up until I was about eleven or twelve we only had a bulb at home for enemas, and my sister and I knew how to use it quite well. We had some interesting playtime in the bathtub with that bulb. When I was ten I got my first enema from a bag at grandma's that was quite memorable and convinced me even more that I really liked it.

Somewhere around twelve an open top fountain syringe appeared in our bathroom with little fanfare. Coincidental with puberty and periods, mom cautioned me that there was no need to douche regularly, and even though she hoped it would be years before I had personal experience she cautioned me that douching was not reliable birth control. But she bought a bag anyway. Of course I had to try douching to see what it was like but that bag got used for many more enemas than douches. I was in the experimental stage where I tried to increase my capacity from the quart or so for my first few bag enemas to the two quarts that the first aid and medical books said was a "normal" enema for adults.

The only enema syringe in the house when I was a kid was the red bulb. Mom had a bulb douche syringe in her bedroom but I never gave any thought to using it. It was for cleaning your "lady parts" and since that was way before the internet there was no way I could know some people actually used them for enemas. But years later when I learned people actually did this, I even bought one to try.

The red bulb was initially kept under the sink in the bathroom, but by time I was 12 mom was aware I was using it on myself more often than a normal person would be constipated. So to spoil my fun she stored it away in a spare bedroom upstairs with other unused "baby" items. It was still obtainable when I was left home alone with enough time to retrieve it, use it, and then return it. But it was not convenient for little "quickie" enemas, sometimes in the bathtub. I learned to improvise. I had a rubber squeeze bulb from a pneumatic toy that worked. It only held an ounce or two and had a short nozzle, but hey, multiple squirts were fun too. Mom never bought any adult enema equipment. I think she knew I was enjoying it too much and was not going to encourage me to do it even more.

Sadly not, ny box of toys has had to come from my own purse.

My mother only used the 8oz red enema bulb. She loved multiple insertions into my rosebud hole. So before I left home for college she made sure that I had four of the 8 oz bulbs so I could give myself a pint or quart of warm soapy water to clean me out if I was feeling to full or ate something I shouldn't have.

Referring to post #33, and many others, the old black nozzles are not made of Bakelite. They were cast with hard rubber as they were for over 150 years, long before Bakelite was invented. You can test it in hot water. Hard rubber will get soft and will bend but will not dissolve or melt. Bakelite is an insulating material. I don't believe it can be cast.

Bruce E

Mom was the keeper of the family enema can,, chips in the enamel coating from being dropped a few times durine onn three generations. I bought my first bag just after graduating from college and having my first home. Mom never knew.

Was never bought my own but there was quite a selection in the family of bags bulbs and nozzles in our family’s households . Mom Aunts and grandmother where very well equipped , there was no big deal enemas where common.

Bakelite is a trade name taken from its inventor, Leo Baekeland, who invented Bakelite in 1907. Bakelite is made from carbolic acid (phenol) and formaldehyde and is referred to as a phenolic resin. Bakelite was the first thermosetting plastic. It can be molded

Bakelite was the first thermosetting plastic. It can be molded

Once. Then it sets hard and can't be re-melted.

We had a bag, I'm not sure if we had it exclusively for me but if mom or my sister had used it, I wasn't aware.

The disposable enemas that'd be put in the shopping cart about anytime we shopped at the old Osco's way back when, were pretty much exclusively for me... But my guess is that if someone other than myself had needed an enema a disposable would have probably been used at least first course. I have no problem believing that she probably squirted one up her own butt when she got constipated too.

I never asked for an enema setup and wasn't given one. I was the only person in the house that the enema bucket was used on, but my mom never taught me to give to myself nor was I ever taught that enemas or suppositories or laxatives were things that it was OK to use. Instead I developed the idea that it was somehow shameful and wrong, even when my mom gave me one or (later) occasionally suggested that I use a Dulcolax (once she did buy me a Fleets, but left me to figure it out on my own). I don't think that was intentional, it was just what I read into things.

Later on I decided it was stupid to put up with being backed up and got my first bag. Then I started to enjoy them.

We all used the same enema bag a syringe but Mom had her own douche bag which always smelled of vinegar.

No, actually quite the opposite. My Mom flew down to Corpus Christi to pin the "Wings of Gold" on to my freshly commissioned 2nd Lieutenant's blouse. --a momentous occasion.

We then drove my 1951 MG-TD to San Francisco to meet with Dad and continue north to Seattle, our home. Mom started to get very uncomfortable, bouncing along at 65 mph across Texas. She had tried a couple of 'suppos' to no avail, finally admitting that she needed an enema. (We were both very familiar with the process.) I stopped at the next wide-spot on the road...some town or other, that would have a drugstore. I purchased an amber folding douche bag that also had the rectal nozzle. She was anxious to get to our 'overnight' stop.

After she took care of business, she asked if I wanted one. I declined (tho I probably needed one, and to this day regret that I didn't take her up on it.

the boxcar

No. She was a child of the great depression so the enema set that had been servicing the family for years would be the only one I would use until I bought my own when I moved out on my own.

Were you able to influence buying decisions or even express your own feelings about one piece of equipment or another?

Were you given any choice at all over what was used on you?

As a single girl, I needed enema. My mother and sister had no need to help their intestines. Perhaps my grandmother sometimes used enema. It was my grandmother who bought equipment (bag) according to her opinion. I had no voice in the chapter .... at least as regards the enemas. My job was just to get them without making a fuss !!

I was the younger of two children at home in the 1960's when I was getting enemas from mom. As far as I know, my sister (older by 2 years) never received an enema. Therefore, the enema bulb that was stored in the hall closet was used exclusively on my little behind. So, in effect, mom DID buy me my own enema syringe. This was a fact that I completely understood in my grade school and junior high years.

As a kid, we had one red bag that was shared between the 3 of us (my sisters and i), I do know my mom had her own bag because we found it snooping in her vanity one time. If more than one of us got an enema in a day she would rinse off the enema nozzle with soap and water. Same way with thermometers one was shared between the 3 of us. Looking back I am not sure how hygienic that was but it was all in the family i guess

No, she gave me my few enemas. But never ask me if I wanted her to help me pick out a bag. I think I would have been embarrassed.

"absolutely and always" bulb enema, red with black nozzle

What do you mean for "few enemas" ? one a day can be few, it depends

What do you mean for "few enemas" ? one a day can be few, it depends

I always just used mom's amber rubber bag she had hung in the bathroom until I moved out after college, then started buying my own. I don't think she really knew I was taking my own enemas, or at least never let on.

My childhood enemas were I think very few. Mom was an RN and gave me 5 or less my whole childhood. I just decided to try it myself at age 15 after discovering how to make myself orgasm. I was immediately hooked on erotic enemas from the first one on. Other than an orgasm, which I had just discovered how to do that year, an enema felt better than anything I had ever felt, and they made the orgasms even better. TRIH (The Rest Is History)

Eric

No, our mother had a 2 quart closed top enema/douche bag that always hung in the bathroom shower, for family use. She never used a bulb that I recall, only the bag, which she spit between the three of us, when we got an enema. She borrowed our grandmother’s 3 quart pumpkin bag for a few years, but switched back to her 2 quart bag when she started giving us, what looked to be, a full bag each. After we were taught to self administer, we started using the 2 quart bag in the shower to giving each other enemas after school, before our parents got home. Did our parents know we gave ourselves enemas, sure they did, that’s why we were taught to self administer, however, it’s a question, as to whether they knew we were giving to each other, and how often.

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No, but when I was about 12, she showed me hers and said I could go ahead and use it if I needed to.