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

We only had the one bag when I was younger but when I had just about hit my teen years I was gifted my own fountain syringe complete with a douche and standard rectal nozzle.

No. There was one enema bag for the whole family.

No, only one bag in the household till I was about 20 when I began purchasing my own..

Yes my mom did. We all had our own. Safer and less cross contamination.

When my daughter reached mid-teens she was pretty much taking her own enemas so one Christmas i gave her a blue pumpkin bag. she called it Peter. like in Peter Peter pumpkin eater but she said he was "doo doo eater".

when i was young we had only the red open topped fountain syringe always hanging in the bathroom.

When I was 10, Mom bought me my own bag. She's figured out that I'd been using hers on a very regular basis. She'd been giving me enemas since I was 5 and knew that I loved them. It was a folding, amber bag. I sure loved that bag and was sorry when it wore out.

From as early as I can remember, my sister and I got enemas from mom with a bulb syringe. And soon we were using the bulb on each other and ourselves just for fun. When I was about twelve, mom bought a Faultless Combination bag and placed it in the bathroom vanity, next to the bulb. She said something about using it after our periods but not to over do it. She did not say anything specific about enemas. This is right about the time I was getting into giving myself an enema whenever I was left home alone. Did she know?

At the time my sister and I thought that mom did not know we were giving ourselves enemas just for fun. But looking back, she probably did. Is that why she bought the bag? Anyway, it didn't take long to adopt that bag as my best friend. And then the inevitable happened. Mom left me home while she did some shopping. After a bit I decided I wanted an enema. I had a good amount in me when I heard her come home, much earlier than I thought. I quickly pushed out as much as I could on the toilet, but I was not empty. I stashed the bag under the sink and went out to the kitchen. Mom was showing me some of the things she bought when my tummy started rumbling and I took off to the bathroom in a hurry. When I came back, mom just smiled and said, "I hope everything came out OK." She knew what had just happened.

No never, they were always her's used by her. I can remember 3 bags, a pink thin rubber open top, a red water bottle red closed top and a blue pumpkin. Didnt get the pumpkin often but found it very intimidating

There was only one big bag. But the nozzles where different. Everything was kept in a locked drawer. I could never look in it.

Now all the kids are not at home anymore. The last time we where visiting overnight. I used the bathroom en discovered the drawer was unlocked.

The drawer was still filled with 2 rectal thermometers, glycerin suppositories, soap bars, at least 6 different nozzles, the bag, 2 sizes butt plugs, a timer, lube and gloves. This brought back some memory's. The bag was still a little wet so it was used not to long ago.

The enema bag that I remember while growing up was a closed top red Goodyear rubber bag. It was the only bag that was used for enemas that my mother gave to me. I started self administering my enemas when I was about twelve, but expected to use the bag that we had as a family. I wanted my own bag because I did not want to have to ask my mother to let me use the red closed top because she controlled when that bag could come out of the closet and be used. So, when I turned 15, I rode my bike down to the drug store and began looking at the rubber goods trying to decide which bag would be a good one to buy. I settled on an amber Davol bag that I then used whenever my mother was not home. That bag gave me several years of wonderful enemas using the douche nozzle. I had to give up the bag when I had to enter the military to fulfil my obligation. Unfortunately, the bag disappeared by the time I returned home.

No. But after unavoidably noticing my erections when over her knees, she told me to take enemas on my own. I could use her open top bag.

I did that but not very often until in my late teens when I got my own bag. A wonderful 2 plus quart amber latex travel kit. It served me well until later on when I got into larger enemas, colon tubes etc.

My sisters got their own bulb douche syringe when they started menstruating and a combination fountain syringe for each. Mom taught them to do period enemas and later they helped each other. I received an adult size bulb syringe for smaller enemas and asked mom for a Higgenson syringe as the squirts through a douche nozzle felt wonderful flowing through my anus when mom or I squeezed the bulb.

I was an only child and can only remember getting a very few enemas from a bulb in my pre-teen years. I have described my first, and only, large volume enema from a bag, a Rexall Roxbury fountain syringe, elsewhere. As far as I know neither my mom or dad ever used that bag on themselves. In fact, I can't even imagine such a thing, knowing my parents. Mom certainly had it hidden away pretty well, under clothes in a bureau drawer.

So, I strongly suspect the bag was specifically bought to make me poo on that one occasion and nobody else ever used it. So, yes.

No !! I purchased my own Douche Can & fittings after I had left home

It was as close to identical to the one I'd left “behind" A West German manufactured white porcelain enamel 2 Quart Continental can , a 6 foot long India rubber (clay red) rolled double ended delivery hose & near identical continental bakelite shutoff tap with fittings

Over the decades it has travelled all around the country & has been to many places . . .Including you know where !! 😲

My mom had an enema bag that she used on me but when I got a live-in nanny things changed. One of the first things that my nanny did was to buy a new Davol fountain syringe set for my use only. She had training as a nurse and explained exactly how the enema worked and assured me that the enemas that she was going to give me were nothing to worry about. Having my own bag was something special.

No, my mom never bought me a bag, nor to my knowledge did she buy any for my sisters. When my older sister went away to college and came home for a long weekend I discovered her folding syringe in the bathroom one morning. It had the douche pipe attached and I'm convinced its intended use was feminine hygiene. A couple of years later my younger sister went away to college, but I never discovered if she had a syringe or not. Being that my two sisters were pretty close it is reasonable that she had one also, but I'll never know.

Like others here, mom didn't specifically get me an enema bag of my own. We did however, have multiple fountain syringes in the house. A white folding/travel syringe was kept well hidden although it was left out hanging to dry once.

There was the typical red enema bag that was always hanging from the shower arm and always used for my enemas from mom or grandma.

I was about 9 when an amber folding syringe appeared. It became my bag of choice for several years. The curved black douche nozzle provided extraordinary sensations.

A few years later, we had moved from our tiny apartment. I had my own room, closet, and small bathroom in the basement. I also was working and had some income from odd jobs. I began buying myself various enema equipment from a drugstore nearby.

One day my mom put some clothes away in my closet. I usually had to do my own laundry and cleaning. I found some of my items in a different position but she never said anything.

We moved again, a few years after. This is when I came home and found the old red enema bag lying in the tub as I rushed in to pee. I had obviously interrupted something.

Mom was giving my sister enemas before an impending GI test. The bag sprung a leak and had to be retired forever.

I was told to go buy a new one and handed 20 bucks. I protested but mom said “you know what to get, you've bought them before”.

Needless to say, after my sister's enemas were completed, that became my exclusive bag until I replaced it.

@sse4fun: Wonderful story! Thank you for sharing!! You had a great mom. My parents never took enemas, nor did my mom douche to the best of my knowledge, so we had nothing at home until I found a large douche syringe at a charity shop and bought it around age 15. I had found out about enemas from books and my ass just ached to try them. I have loved them ever since, but now must take them by myself when alone. Hope you can still enjoy yours whenever you please.

At home we had an 4oz bulb syringe and a red open top bag. It was a big event for me when switched to the bag with the adult rectal tip. We always used the same bag for the family.

Getting our own enema bag was never discussed. Under the bathroom sink there was what seemed like quite a selection of moms equipment. I can remember a red open top that was what was usually used for my regular enemas, a very large red closed top combination set up, an amber bag and one that looked like plaid plastic on the outside. Lots of different hoses, tips and nozzles in that magical cabinet under the sink. As I got older I tried them all except the plaid one. I think that was her douche set up as it always had a douche nozzle attached. Although a douche nozzle was regularly attached for our routine enemas, they were never left attached to any hoses under the sink except for that one so we left that one alone.

As long as i was enemaed with rubber bulbs, mom had a bulb just for me.

That changed when an irrigator or a rubber bag moved into the bathroom. Since I received most of the enemas, it didn't matter.

My mom had what I assume was a children's bag. It looked to be about half the size of an adult bag with red rubber hose andb a black nozzle with a bulb on the end that was uncomfortable to get in but kept me from pushing it out. I've never seen one since. This would have been in the mid 50s. Has anyone ever seen one. I graduated to the adult bag when I was 11 or 12. I was kind of terrified when she brought that one out. Like the little one, i had to take the whole thing. Mom kept the same nozzle from the little bag.

I thought I might like to have one, but it really wouldnt usable for an adult but still watch ebay for one.k

Never got my own. Just kept sneaking the bag and nozzle when my parents were gone.

After I was about 12 years old, and my parents had allowed me to self-administer two large volume enemas per night for four or five nights in a row (family medical reasons), I knew where the enema equipment was stored and so, when I felt like I needed or wanted an enema, I went to the hall closet near the bathroom, took the equipment and self-administered. No permission was ever asked. I figured it would be easier to obtain forgiveness than permission. The equipment (a two quart, red, open top syringe) was always meticulously cleaned and returned to the place where I'd found it. Did my parents never figure out what I was doing? In the years that I did this a time or two per month, surely they'd noticed that the bag was in a drying-out state from time to time. Mom and Dad never did buy equipment for me and I was in college before I bought my own. In retrospect, I think they probably knew what I was doing, and as long as I wasn't hurting my health and maintained the family equipment to their standards of cleanliness, they said nothing to me.

Nope,no way! My enemas were under moms control until i left for college at 19 yrs old. However i used to sneak them when nobody was home like others here!

No. My mother was cheap. If we had the equipment at home, there was no reason for getting my own. She would have expected me to buy my own stuff, health, kinky or whatever.

My mom never gave enemas when I was a child and as such I had my first one when I went to live with my grandparents one summer to help them out. Grandpa had broken his leg and was on crutches, so having a 15 year old boy was very handy for painting the house and other such chores. Enemas were part of the experience and they could tell I enjoyed them.

When I went back home in September, they gifted me a brand new, very nice enema sey - lovely black bag, hose, clamp hanger and a set of nozzles. Grandma [my Mom's mom] wrote a note to my Mom that I was to have an enema at least once per week.

In an early post, I talked about the douche/enema bags mom used when we were kids. In another, I talked about the bags mom used, then what happened after we were taught to give ourselves enemas. Shortly afterwards, starting to swap enemas on a regular basis, and did mom realized what we were actually doing or up too. Giving each other enemas, among other things, fairly regularly.

The summer I turned fourteen, we were at our grandmothers for our usual summer visit. Grandma, a retired RN, who had taught us personal hygiene two summers early. Gave our sister a brand new two and half quart open top douche/enema bag. My sister was twelve that year, and like her own daughters, she not only taught them personal hygiene as preteens. She gave each girl a douche/enema bag of her own. On top of that, she also gave them the responsibility of doing our evening bath, including enemas. Knowing grandma, I’m sure mom, received a douche/enema bag around the same age her sisters did. Grandma was also quite aware, that her two younger daughters were giving each other enemas, because we overheard her telling the girls, “Y'all give each other a couple of enemas this evening when you give the kids theirs.” So, as kids, we not only witnessed our siblings receiving enemas, but the girls too. We even got to help give the enemas. Being there was only six years difference between me and the older of the two girls, they were more our siblings than aunts. So, it wasn’t unusual, depending on the circumstances, that we all helped give one another enemas.

At home, once we were preteens then teenagers swapping enemas with one another. Mom never said anything about it, but I’m sure she knew we just didn’t give ourselves enemas. Because she was aware, her two younger sisters gave each other enemas, when they were our age. On top of that, she knew her two sisters not only gave us but themselves enemas, before getting in the large dual head walk-in shower together to bathe us on Saturday evening. So, there’s no reason to think, she didn’t know exactly what we were up too.

I never got an enema from my mom, but as a teenager I had a period when I was very constipated. So my mom started giving me perette. At first I didn't like it, but then, the feeling of water in my belly excited me a lot. The next times I didn't throw tantrums anymore and I was happy to receive the peretta from mom.

No, mom was in charge of all the enemas in our house. Received my last enema from her when I was around 9 or 10, after I was around 7 my neighbor hood best friend taught me how to masturbate and had my first orgasm, I then figured out why I like getting enemas, was always confused what I liked about it, after that when mom even mentioned an enema I would get a hard on to the point I couldn’t hide it from her so I am assuming that’s why I stopped getting enemas from her.

After that I would sneak her bag out that she kept in the hall closet. But a few years latter it disappeared too .