Question For Men & Women Who Got Enemas From Their Mother

My Mother beleived in enemas. I remember being very young, laying on the kitchen table , my grandmother holding me down as Mom squeezed the 2 oz bulb syringe into me. As I grew up I didn't have to be held down anymore , but I was not coopertive about it. I was maybe 6 years old . Mom sugessted I needed a enema, I cried , begged , and pleaded not to get it. Mom said I have something new, I only has to go in once. So I cooperated , she had a combination bag , she inserted the nozzel, turned it on. No I didn't like it. But as I got older I stated to like them.

Later in life , I was about 25 and living on my own . I didn't feel well. Mom came over , made me something to eat. She asked how I felt , I told her that I did not feel well at all. Mom said you know , a enema would help. I know you liked them as you were growing up. I blushed , Mom no you can't. Oh honey she said I didn't mean that I would do it. But you can do it yourself, or get someone to do it.

Look they always made you feel better didn't they. Yes I said. She said let me run to the drug store and buy you a bag. I said I can't do it my self , I would stop it as soon as I fekt uncomfortable. We coninued to disscuss this. Mom keft came back with a bag. She said , I know a nurse who is not working right now and is looking for homecare jobs. Let me call her. She did , the lady came over that evening and gave me a good cleaning out. The next day Mom came baak to clean my apartment and cook for me . She asked how it went. We discussed it all afternoon.

I knew my mother was really into (addicted) enemas. Perhaps I was naive, as well as finding anything sexual to do with family a big turn-off; I never though her enemas had anything do with sex. The only discussion we ever had was when she was hospitalized for fainting and they found she had very low blood sodium levels... The doctors were unaware of all the plain water enemas she took, and I told her that that might be the cause and for her to tell her doctors... But that was the only enema discussion. On the other hand; wonder if she ever realized how addicted I was to enemas....

As I said below, parents suspected I'd like it too much, so a pill would be better. Father caught me using a thermometer, asked if I was sick. I can only imagine the boner I would have gotten, if my favorite aunt had been the nurse. Oh well.

I read the term “cure all” here and have to agree. In the sixties my mom brought out the bag just about any time we looked a little bit ill. First the forehead feel, then the thermometer, oral in our case, and if that temp was anywhere above 98.6 you’d hear that water running in the bathroom and you knew you’d be summoned forthwith. I hated them. I screamed bloody murder. I thought I could make mom think she was torturing me but always to no avail. She held that nozzle right in there too. No slippage, and the hot soapy enema was on its way. All of it. I must have heard “just a little bit more” 20 times! I still can’t remember how I got from hating enemas when mom gave me one to really enjoying them when I give myself one.

I remember being with my mom at my friend Steve’s house. Steve hadn’t been feeling well. Mom is talking to Steve’s mom about his illness. All four of us are in the same room but the two ladies are chatting as if Steve and I are invisible. “I called the doctor” says Steve’s mom, “and he said..give him an enema” Well I told him I already gave him one and he said..give him another one!” Steve’s face was the color of a stop sign. Not only had his mom announced he’d been given an enema...she let the room know he was about to get another one as soon as we left! That day has always stuck with me.

I was given enemas by my grandmother and mother between the ages of 8 to 13. My grandmothe.r was a nurse I would be given the enemas on a rubber covered table . I was naked and on my back my legs were drawn up. My grandmother had full access and s view of all of me. Open top bags were use they were large bags the. Enemas I were given were large but the solution was not harsh. No soap. My grandmother. Did not want to make the experience tramic. . She wanted me to enjoy the experience and after I got use to them I did enjoy the experience.. I was given enemas weekly. My last enemas from my grandmother was when I was 13 . But when I was 19myy grandmother arranged. For me to have a bariumenema at the hospital where she worked . I was in the hospital for four days between the prep and the barium enema . My grandmother can to my room shorty after I was admitted with a friend of hers who was also a nurse. While I was laying there in the bed with just a gown on my grandmother announced to her nurse frien that I would not give them any trouble when it was time for the enemas I was going to receive the nurse asked why. My grandmother told her that I was well trained in receiving enemas .

Growing up I was hardy enthusiastic about getting an enema. The number it tapered off when I got to my teens although one time during high school I got sick and needed one--as was mom's practice it was half a bag of warm soapy water. After that the next one I got I gave myself when I was in college.

As for discussing enemas with my mom, the subject never came up until after I gave birth to our daughter. My mom was absolutely aghast that I had not been given an enema in the hospital. That more or less opened up the topic and she and I did chat about those events of when I was growing up. She admitted that she did not particularly enjoy giving my brother and me enemas, but since they were needed she was just doing her job. During that conversation she admitted that she had been an enema taker and insisted that a good cleaning out never hurt anyone. It's interesting that I have more or less adopted her thinking and still take one or two each month. I, too, believe that every home needs to have an enema bag, or as in the case of our lake house, an enema can.

As for discussing enemas with my mom, the subject never came up until after I gave birth to our daughter. My mom was absolutely aghast that I had not been given an enema in the hospital. That more or less opened up the topic and she and I did chat about those events of when I was growing up. She admitted that she did not particularly enjoy giving my brother and me enemas, but since they were needed she was just doing her job.

I'll bet that was an interesting conversation. My mom was a nurse and gave the whole family enemas and as far as I know she never discussed them with any of us after we left home. About every 10 years I will hear a sibling joking around about them the last time was something my sister said like " With those kind of friends who needs enemas" . I don't think any of them got the same kink as me although I do wonder about one of my brothers who was sickly as a child and probably got more than the rest of us combined.

I wiould have been shocked if my mom raised the subject of enemas or of them aa a fetish. My oldest sister did draw her in to a conversation about mom's too frequent use of the enema can that was an early part of the household she set up. Mom said in retrospect that she would hsve given fewer cloeanouts but the enema can remsined a home fixture for years after her death at 87.

I am a baby-boomer, so I definitely grew up in an era when enemas at home were common. While my mother had ample evidence that I was giving myself enemas as a teen after she stopped giving them to me. We never discussed why I did it or how often. Having been caught red-handed she certainly knew at least some of them were for reasons other than medical necessity. Mom was not comfortable talking about things like sex and enemas. She taught me the basics but not much more.

Yes I received many enemas growing up, back then they were accepted as the cure all for anything that ailed you. Although I didnt make the connection back then, my aunt, mothers spinster sister often showed up right before enema time. Looking back I dont think that was an accident. As an adult I never discussed receiving my enemas with mother but my aunt did make a few comments about them which I found quite embarassing. Again, I never made the connection, but I think she may have been dropping hints about giving to me, but I was too embarassed to take her up

I remember enemas at the age of 5. Although my brothers protested I did not. I knew it would soon be over and I believed it was part of feeling better. We only got enemas when we were sick and never in each other's presence. When puberty hit the mom given enemas stopped

So I began to look for time to be alone. I loved putting things in my butt and began collecting things that felt good. When I was alone in the house for a few hours I would get out the enema bag and enjoy fill after fill. Enemas always made me super hard and I loved the feeling. Once my penis convulsed and I came for the first time. WOW. I was hooked and began masturbating always associated one with the other. Still today 55 years later all things associated with enemas turn me on

Enjoy solo now a couple of times a week and good health

I squirmed and balked while taking the enema, but I always got one. It actually turned me on and that is why i turned into a teenager and and an adult liking an enema. I've loved them to this day. My wife gives them to me now but she doesn't receive. I take them solo when she isn't around but she gives me enemas frequently so I am not one to complain.

My mother was an RN and it was never discussed as an adult although she did tell me my dads mom gave her kids all enemas every Saturday night and she shook her head as she related that story. My grandmother made her give them to us until we were old enough to fight them off and in doing so imprinted me for life. God I love it so!

Reading all the posts in this and other threads about mothers giving their kids weekly enemas, Elton John should have written a song, "Saturday Night's Alright for Enemas."

What's with all these mothers giving their broods enemas on Saturday nights?

Didn't these people ever go out for the evening on weekends?

What's with all these mothers giving their broods enemas on Saturday nights?

Didn't these people ever go out for the evening on weekends?

My grandmother was from the old country and didn't read or write and this happened during the great depression. My dad would walk the railroad tracks and pick up coal that fell off the train to keep warm. It was tough times all the time not just on Saturday night.

Neither my sister or I have spoken to mom about it. It is just nothing we think about around mom.

I got nightly enemas from age 3 to age 7, and after that, anytime i wanted them. Before I started self administering, i would get them from mom or dad. Almost always mom, i asked her to be the one to give them to me because I felt she was better at it then dad.

I was born with a medical condition that affected my bladder and bowels. This prevented me from being potty trained till i was 7. So to help cut back on pooping myself when i slept, i was given an enema before bedtime.

What's with all these mothers giving their broods enemas on Saturday nights?

Didn't these people ever go out for the evening on weekends?

I dunno. When we lived in the US, my parents were usually gone on Saturday nights, off to a dinner and show in NYC or whatever. It was almost always babysitter-night on Saturday and that was a lot more fun than having parents home. Not that any of us got up to any hanky-panky or anything, but it was just more relaxed. The sitters were usually nice and friendly ...

About 2 years ago I was discussing my digestion with mom, she saw that I was adding powder to my morning coffee and she asked what it was. I told her that it was a laxative (Miralax) and that I take it along with a Colace pill everyday and that allows me to have somewhat more regular bowel movements. And then I told her that I still take enemas which she seemed surprised about and I went on even further telling mom about how sometimes I take an enema or two a day for multiple days at a time. I wanted to tell mom how enemas turn me on sexually but I sensed her hesitation on the fact that I still take enemas, maybe she thought I didn't need them anymore with help from the laxatives or maybe she just didn't understand why anyone would want to take an enema. I also wonder if she realizes that I take enemas to prepare for anal sex. Mom and dad are very supporting of my relationship with my husband but the topic of sex doesn't come up and not that it should but I think that would be a case of TMI. Maybe it's best that parents don't know too much of their adult children's sex lives and vice-versa.

I have traveled back home a couple times since we talked about my enema habits a couple years ago and I kept hoping that she would bring up the subject again or even suggest that she would give me an enema. I would gladly accept an enema from mom now and I'm almost to the point I would like to reintroduce the topic next time I'm home. I wonder if she ever would give me another enema? The last time she or dad gave me an enema was over 20 years ago but one can always hope for another encounter. When I was a teen I wore a shirt but was naked from the waist down when receiving my daily enemas but now I rarely wear clothing in the house and I'm always naked when taking my enemas. I don't know if mom (or dad) will ever give me another enema but if it happened I wonder how shocked they would be if I came into the room completely naked when they announced my enema was ready. Also if I ever got to the point where I would discuss how much enemas turn me on sexually I wonder what their reaction would be if while entering the room I was not only completely naked but also partially or fully erect. Seeing their adult son with an erection before or during the enema might shock them too much but you never know. I just wonder if I'll ever be brave enough to ask mom or dad to give me an enema and in all reality I doubt I'd ever draw up the courage but I do hope I can have further conversations with them about my enema habits.

I know that I have said this before, but I would rather die than have a conversation with my mom about the enemas that she gave me when I was a kid. I have dreaded that subject coming up with her my whole life.

I never had that discussion with my mother. I have two sisters, the younger of which got more enemas than my older sister and me put together. She and I did discuss them when we were growing up and some years ago when I was visiting her while on a business trip she also gave me one, that is posted elsewhere on Zity.

I dunno. When we lived in the US, my parents were usually gone on Saturday nights, off to a dinner and show in NYC or whatever. It was almost always babysitter-night on Saturday and that was a lot more fun than having parents home. Not that any of us got up to any hanky-panky or anything, but it was just more relaxed. The sitters were usually nice and friendly ...

Some people are lucky, I never had a babysitter. When my father went out to his Odd Fellows meeting my mother went with him to the Rebecca meeting leaving me home alone. Well not really because one of my girl playmates usually came over. Not the one who always wanted me to play with her icky sticky inside the vulva parts, another one whom I always had to kiss when she left. It was sort of like Cosby's Chicken Heart That Ate NY but in NH. Old houses make funny sounds when two little kids are all alone in them at night. I imagine it's due to cooling after the sun goes down, but no less scary even if you do think you know why. When she visited we had the habit of going behind a chair to kiss as she left because grown ups kissed when they parted. We also did a lot of hugging and kissing when the chicken heart came calling. Two little 7 year old kids hugging and kissing to ward off the chicken Heart. No one thought anything about leaving us home alone back then. I guess the state child rearing police had not been invented yet.

When I hear about all the fun boys can have with their pubescent girl babysitters, why couldn't I have one of those? I bet the minister's daughter who was a few years older than me would have babysat for free. She even had her own doctors kit but when we disappeared into her room her mother soon followed.

As a child seems like i had an enema. Like the sun rising . To this day i wish i could remove that word from my mind . Have no use for and will never have one even in medically necessary . Just keep that whole thing away from me. Let it be flushed away for ever more

I know that I have said this before, but I would rather die than have a conversation with my mom about the enemas that she gave me when I was a kid. I have dreaded that subject coming up with her my whole life.

@Allie80 Oh Allie, just consider it Mother and daughter bonding. LMAO 😁

@Allie80 Oh Allie, just consider it Mother and daughter bonding. LMAO 😁

I would literally die ?⚰️

It's one of the things I never really thought about when my mom was still alive. She died more than 10 years ago and we talked about all sorts of things that most sons don't really talk about with their mothers. Of course, at the time, I wasn't really into my current enema phase of my life. In earlier phases of my life, I just enjoyed enemas for their physical stimulation and didn't much concern myself as to why or any early memories about them (as I have noted elsewhere, the memory fragments I hold are quite warm and close to my mother with none of the angst that I have read about elsewhere).

I think they might have been rather interesting conversations and I'd have a clearer picture about what I remember.

I would literally die ?⚰️

@Allie80 I would love to be sitting at the table while she was discussing them with you, and see how many shades of red your face turns. 😁

Did your Mom do enemas too?

@Allie80 I would love to be sitting at the table while she was discussing them with you, and see how many shades of red your face turns. 😁

Did your Mom do enemas too?

I have no idea because she has never mentioned enemas to me other than when I was getting them when I was a kid. I’ve wondered about it, but didn’t think too much about it. I guess that she did grow up in an era where enemas were common. I know that her mom had an unopened enema bag that I got into and took the enema nozzle ?

I hope the subject never, ever comes up! ?

In regards to this question, along with my sister every Sunday night in preparation for the upcoming week our Mom would ever so diligently prepare a luke warm water solution, fill the red bag and then have one of us come into the bathroom to be given an enema. Mom would be seated in an arm less chair and when she called to whomever was going first she would remove their pajama bottoms and gently guide them to lay across her lap. We knew better then to struggle or complain because Mom would not hesitate to spank you! However at the same time Mom was always very gentle and if you started feeling cramps she would immediately stop the flow of water and massage your low back and buttocks while discussing your recent good behavior, school work and such. This Sunday night routine was simply part of our household and it was readily accepted. This continued up into our early teens and looking back at it this was done out of sincere Motherly concern for us. Of course a person could develop an enema fetish from this experience but at the same time there is certainly no harm from enema and as we all know they can become a very intimate and enjoyable sharing.

I'm not sure that this belongs in the "Anything related" section. If not I hope a moderator will move to the right place.

Since being a member here and reading posts, talking with a few people on the messenger system, I'm beginning to understand the role my mother played in my current enema interest. The enemas she gave me, especially perhaps when I was older, were important contributors. Also important were the enemas she took herself, or was given by others.

When news came I was going to get an enema, it was like an electric jolt in my body. Every little nerve end I had was alive. It was the same when I realized mom was giving herself an enema, right then, or was about to, or was going to get one, or when I found the bag out on coming home from school realized my mother had had an enema while I was at school. These images, memories, are somewhat jumbled but some are crystal clear. All when I bring them to mind now conjure up an electric jolt. Not the jolt it was then, but still a jolt.

I've wondered if my enema interest now is 50/50 between the enemas she gave me, and the ones I was aware she'd had herself. Or, it might be 70% the ones she gave me and 30% the ones she took on her own, or was given. Then, part I guess of her getting an enema jolt and my interest now were times she'd tell me about getting an enema from her mother, grandmother, and even a couple of stories of taking an enema after she left home, when she married dad. These stories were always very matter of fact and she'd relate them to me mostly when she was giving me an enema which would take my mind off what I was getting so I could take what she wanted to give me, although sometimes if we were alone and I'd ask her a question she'd answer it in a very open, no big deal fashion.

I hope others might write and say what, if any, their mothers having enemas impacted them, or the impact of knowing their mother had given on to someone else, friend or family, or was about to do it.

Thanks for listening, Thomas