Childhood enemas sitting the toilet

Memories of all our enemas gravitated to sitting on the toilet trying to take an enema. Don't remember how successful they were. So decided to duplicate the process.

Except used an ezm balloon nozzle knowing that my sphincter isn't as strong as when I was 5-8 yo.

Well it took two small enemas and then raising the bag to 5 ft above my anus to get the water in. Definitely not the best way to take an enema.

However, it did take a longer time, so that made it more enjoyable, plus the air in the bowel was pushed higher which added some attention getting cramps.

Sitting also lends itself to less awkward wanking.....😉

Try if for a change of pace....let me know the results

I don't remember ever getting an enema sitting on the toilet and have never given one that way either. I think it is much more comfortable laying on a bed or being in the knee chest position my personal favorite from a giving standpoint. everything in that position is readily available for fingers, dildos and vibrators. Sitting on a toilet, not so much.

Again never have one an enema sitting on the toilet, always on the bed in proper enema position.

All my childhood enemas were given while sitting on the toilet.

LisaK said

Again never have one an enema sitting on the toilet, always on the bed in proper enema position.

NEVER?

Lots of people have enemas on the toilet. There is nothing wrong with that.

You can have what you have called a successful enema on a toilet. You can definitely have pain and pleasure on the toilet with an enema. Pain and pleasure is part of what you have called a successful enema. You can also be thoroughly cleaned out by enemas on the toilet.

At around 12 my mom showed me how to take an enemas ma sitting on the toilet. Prior to that I was given enemas in the bedroom. I had to go down a long hall while holding my freshly given enema. Consequently I had a few accidents. That prompted the sit on the toilet method.

My mom got the enema ready and hung the bag on the hook on the wall for holding enema bags. She put Vaseline on the nozzle and handed it to me. I inserted it and she clicked the clamp open. She stood over me and watched as I took my enema. This method les to her saying I should give myself enemas. What she didn't realize I was sneaking enemas since I was seven.

As a child the only person sitting on the toilet right before and during my enemas was my mother sitting on the closed toilet lid with me over her lap.

Yes- enemas on the toilet! Enemas were always a ritual and followed a defined pattern. If home from school sick or perhaps on a random Saturday evening the ritual went like this: I was usually parked in the den watching TV on the family couch when Mom would enter to tell me that it was necessary to turn-over onto my tummy so she could take my temperature. Then, she would lower my pj's and underpants to my knees and insert a glass thermometer smeared with globs of vaseline. She would then tell me "Michael, hold still until I return"and walk-off to the hallway bathroom linen closet. I would hear everything, the closet door opening, the cardboard enema box lid; the jingle of the chrome hose clamp; the running of the water; the sloshing around of the enema soap; the metal lid on the glass jar of vaseline.

Mom would return to remove the thermometer, read it and usually pull-down my underpants and pj bottoms completely and then say to me "Michael, come follow me.....mommy is going to give you an enema." Upon entering the bathroom I immediately glanced at the bulging red rubber open top enema on a hook next to the toilet- theroom filled with the smell of soapsuds and warm rubber. I would be positioned onto the front of the toilet while mom inserted the nozzle and with the words "Michael you'll feel so much better after this" and then the telltale "CLICK". A few moments of light and silence would follow before I would feel the whisperings of that familiar "weak" feeling in my tummy. Mom dutifully held-it-in despite my increasing protests and pleadings. At the height of the pressure and the climax of my protests, I would hear the "CLICK"as mom closed the clamp and removed the nozzle allowing me the relief that I desperately needed.

Interesting, I’ve never been given an enema sitting on the toilet. My mother and grandmother gave us enemas but always on the bed but usually on the bathroom floor

Maybe it's just the way my bathroom is configured, but I don't really see a way of GIVING a child an enema AT the toilet without having them at least stand up and lean forward, and by the time they o that it is so much easier to tell the person to take a step forward turn 90 degrees. Left for a bulb, right for a bag, so the bag can be hung on the shower curtain rail.

I can pretty well tell you that a child especially and even many adults will relax so much better lying on their own bed, it's almost certain to get better results.

This approach is described on the box for the enema bags sold in drugstores. It has one good point: it can be applied wherever a seat toilet is available, and if there are leaks they go directly into the toilet. I've tried it and it is uncomfortable — given the position you immediately have a urge to go! I would definitely not do that to a child.

And this is the position used by persons on an enema chair. I am still looking to find a drawing or picture of an antique one. The only ones I have seen are of recent times. And they were probably created from these rumors.

Interesting, I’ve never been given an enema sitting on the toilet. My mother and grandmother gave us enemas but always on the bed but usually on the bathroom floor

I think all of mine were in the bathroom bending over or on moms bed. I know you can do an enema on the toilet but I think it would be an uncomfortable way to do it. My 2 cents.

Sitting on the toilet was almost exclusively the only way I got 'em. Mom would have be bend forward and down so my hole was pointing almost horizontally backwards. Leaning over me from the front she would administer repeated bulbfuls with the long bakelite douche nozzle buried to the hilt in my ass each time. Thinking back on it, I guess that position probably allowed the nozzle to slide in all the way past my recto-sigmoid quite effortlessly, because I always felt the water being squirted deep into me, without pressure near my asshole.

Yeah, those were the days - when enemas were safe, sex before marriage was a sin and masturbation made boys go blind......

Yeah, those were the days - when enemas were safe, sex before marriage was a sin and masturbation made boys go blind......

....... and I only masturbated until I needed glasses .......

Yep all my enemas were on moms bed on my hands n knees,never got one on toilet

....... and I only masturbated until I needed glasses .......

I wasn't so smart. I must have done it really often and messed up the time/space continuum as I needed glasses well before I figured out that my penis was useful for things beyond peeing.

While giving/taking an enema while seated on the toilet seems to be discouraged in many texts on the subject, it is possible to administer enough solution to trigger a BM. If that is the only desire, it can be a fairly effective and efficient method. This is especially true if the rectal cavity is somewhat impacted with hard dry stool.

When I was young, many of my playmates told of receiving their enemas while seated on the toilet. I usually got mine while laying in the tub which was frequently cold and dry.

About the only time I got them while seated and bending forward, the bulb syringe, or "Booper", was the preferred tool. These were intended to be a quick and less messy way to get things started. A bulbfull, or two, was usually effective and the cleanup was practically negligible.

If mom or grandma were not rushed, the enema in the tub, with the old red enema bag was the most likely. My sisters were privileged to get theirs on the bed.

I cannot recall getting a childhood enema in any positions but legs up crossways on the bed or on the left side. It seems to me that sitting on the toilet for the treatment was fighting gravity and prolonging the enema..

As kids, we received enemas laying across a bed. As teens, we gave to each other after school in the bathroom and our preferred position was the knee chest. Our sister did use the toilet when she douched on occasions, however she preferred the shower. She only used the toilet when the shower was in use by someone else. With a one bath two bedroom house my brother, sister, and I didn’t think twice about seeing each other nude or using the bathroom together.

When my Mom taught me to give myself enemas she told me that I should lay on the floor and not sit on the toilet. One time I accidently walked in on her taking an enema sitting on the toilet. After she was done I asked her why she sat on the toilet for her enema. She said it was more convenient sometimes. I asked if I could do it too. She said that it would be alright occasionally but not to make a habit of it.

Sitting in toilet is hard. Relief so close and so far away.

OMG I can remember those days, being told to sit on the toilet trying to go but no results. Hearing what was to take place and seeing the bag being made up. Towel in the tub ready for me to be placed on it.

Encouraging words: "Do you feel warm soapy water going in to your tummy, Michael?" and, "Just a little bit more...." along with "You'll feel so much better after a good enema, Michael"..... the smell of the warm rubber and soapsuds in the bathroom which was full of light and silence other than my whimpers of discontent. Naked and exposed, feeling the pressure build deep inside my tummy and the sight of the bulging red rubber enema being held high overhead.... the imprinted emotional memories of a time long ago......

Remembering the days sitting on the toilet with a full tummy of soapsuds. Hoping that the cramping will stop soon as I am expelling the solution. Being told that if it didn't work that I would be given another soapsuds enema. Oh my trying to release the solution so I wouldn't be given another enema right away. That was always on my mind while sitting on the toilet trying so hard to expel.

I cannot recall myself or any of my sisters being given an enema sitting on the toilet. The closest we got was laying across Mom's lap while she sat on the toilet bulbing our enema into us. Our enemas were usually given in the bathroom, kneeling with our chests resting on the side of the bathtub. A few of Mom''s enemas were done in our bedrooms, and as we started sneaking them with each other, usually in Lisa's bedroom, which was next to the bathroom, for quick toilet access. In summer, when we had all day with Mom at work, Lisa and I played with each other pretty much all over the house, and not infrequently in the back yard. We had a privacy fence, and in the yard, we could attempt feats of enema fun that would have been a (cleanup) problem in the house.

Enemas that I recall as a child were usually given over my Moms lap, either her sitting on a kitchen chair or while she sat on a closed lid toilet seat.. Later in life I remember bending over the edge of the bathtub while she sat on the toilet next to the sink where it was convenient to refill the bulb and give me a few bulbfulls.. Then it was my turn to sit on the toilet...lol

I don't recall taking an enema on the toilet as a child. My memory fragments are of me laying over my mom's lap with the tube stuck in my rectum and warm (soapy) water flowing into me. I don't remember any protests by me and it was never associated with punishment as best as I can remember. It's part of the reason I look back fondly on those bits and pieces of memories of those enema sessions.

The toilet aspect I recall is not sitting on the adult toilet, but on the training toilet. I remember it having a plastic bucket and a pee-shield/cup at the front of it and I imagine that it made it easier for me to expel without "hanging" over the toilet. It was probably easier for my mom to check my enema progress through soap and rinse and ease in clean up by removing the plastic bucket and dumping it in the toilet.

I got one on my birthday and one the next day. 2011 and two a few days later.

I never got an enema while sitting on the toilet. Until maybe age 11 I'd get one lying over mom's lap. After than it was either on my bed or on the bathroom floor. I really preferred the bathroom floor because it was in much closer proximity to the toilet.