Did mom know the psychological impact of giving you enemas?

Considering how widely enemas were used prior to the 1950s I’m amazed that klismaphilia was not more common than it turned out to be. Why did only a relatively small percentage of individuals develop a liking for enemas? Is there a genetic component to this and other fetishes, or was it the setting, and certain cultural factors that determined the outcome?

And also, why the preponderance of male vs female devotees?

And also, why the preponderance of male vs female devotees?

Males have prostates. Females don't. The warm water of an enema, a nozzle, a finger first inserted for lubrication, all of this can stimulate the prostate and cause very discernible pleasurable feelings.

Considering how widely enemas were used prior to the 1950s I’m amazed that klismaphilia was not more common than it turned out to be. Why did only a relatively small percentage of individuals develop a liking for enemas?

For those that have enjoyed enemas for sexual pleasure maybe going back to their childhood, these folks often remain closeted klismos. We all have been in social gatherings at work or with friends where enemas might have come up in conversation and the typical response is heeeeeweee gross or that person who does them is sick. Well that kind of shaming is enough to keep your enema fetish a deep dark secret and often a secret with significant others again fearing rejection and shame. So I would say we will never know how widespread enemas are used for sexual pleasure simply because of the fear of getting that shaming reaction. When I have told people I like to do enemas for sexual pleasure, it is with people I have been sexually intimate with. But I would never make it known with casual friends.

There are lots of enema kits and supplies being sold on the Internet, which is some indication that people are buying them in significant numbers. We don't know if it's for sexual reasons or not. Are we talking thousands of people probably. Millions of people maybe.

The bottom line is, if you are a klismo, you are certainly not alone in this world.

I find this to be a strange question. I am an older male and to answer a question today with information that was not known 70 years ago is an impossible to know. I think by and large most mothers did the best that they could with the knowledge they had!

I think, like the previous post, that our Mother's did the best they could for their children based on the knowledge that they had at hand. In most cases doctors recommended that they give their children enemas. Mom had one doctor who did and when he retired because of an illness, Mom's new doctor thought enemas were barbaric. He strongly urged my Mother not to give me any more enemas! I, literally, had to beg Mom to give me one. After a while she even stopped even when I asked her. Then, one day, she caught me trying to give myself an enema!.. She chewed me out and then she made me an appointment with our new doctor so that he could talk to me about the dangers of enemas. Soon after that, Mom cut up the Rexall Victoria Combination syringe and threw it into the trash can. To make a long story short, I listened to the doctor's spill alright and after Mom and I left his office I turned to her and said "Mom! I like the way enemas make me feel! Can we not get another enema thing for me to use?" Mom replied "no we can't!" Then, I, being a little smart ass, said "Mom, could you give up your Salem cigarettes if you were told to?" The next thing I knew we were at the local Rexall Drug store downtown. Mom gave me some money and said "ok, Mike, if you want to take enemas then you will need to buy the "thing" yourself. I am not going to do it!" Well, I took the money and picked out another Rexall Victoria Combination syringe just like the one Mom had cut up and thrown away. Did Mom know what effects enemas had on me? Yep! But, I think Mom must have thought that there were a whole lot more things I could be doing besides taking what Mom eventually called "those blasted enema things!"

I received enemas, usually with my Aunt or one of the neighbor ladies watching. I'm not sure who decided that me getting a nozzle pushed up my bottom was a spectator sport but it appears it became that! Hell, by the age of nine I started to think I was a house plant as much as I was watered. I was afraid to even sneeze! My mother I'm beginning to think believed that enemas were a cure for everything from constipation to cancer! Butt, I attribute those early treatments to the fact that I am so anal erotic today. When I could as I moved into puberty, I'd use her enema and douche nozzles anally as I masturbated.

Can’t help but think they liked it you like it

I belive they changemy life for the better mom always gave very nice ones very warm and very slow was so nice she always lube me deeply befire the nozzle . It felt . Sheused 2qt red gag started me on them at 5byrs old was so nice of a fleeling betwen us .so good

I am sure she did not know what she had started, but who is complaining? If I had never had an enema, I wouldn't know what I am missing. That being said, I do realize that those of us here are still a minority. I am not ready to greet my neighbor with, "Hey, have you had your enema today?"

My mother hated being given an enema, but she gave them to my brother, sister, and I as needed. Our Pediatrician’s office always told her, to be sure we had an enema before a scheduled office visit. If the Pediatrician made a house call when one of us were sick, it was enemas at bedtime for all three, until the sick one was well.

I’ve been anal erotic as far back as I can remember, as have, both my brother and sister. We were taught, as preteens, by our RN grandmother to give ourselves enemas for personal hygiene. We talked amongst ourselves afterwards, and were unanimous in our opinion, our mother had ask our RN grandmother to teach us personal hygiene in order to avoid anything sexual, once we reached puberty. This just wasn’t one conversation, it was many over three or four years. This opinion was proven correct years later in conversations my brother and I had with our mother, once we both had kids of our own.

In conclusion: Did our parents or grandparents have anything to do with our liking an enema for pleasure? No, we were born wired that way.

I'm not really sure, but I think my mom took my temperature anally when I was young while I was somewhat asleep.

Was it a truly clinical thing from my mom or did she also have an anal insertion fetish? Maybe both??

Don't recall any enema experiences as a child. Simply added enemas as a preparation for insertion of things for anal and rectal enjoyment as life and desires evolved.

Going back to the question asked in the first post of wondering if moms back in the fifties were aware of the psychological impact that giving their boys enemas, and having fingers and nozzles inserted into them would have on their later lives - I was very surprised back then when my mom called out my father for his pratice of fingering me to check for constipation. She noticed I was beginning to like it and even aking to be checked, at which point she said something to my father that I did not understand, but do now, about what his doing that might lead to. Being young I did not understand what she meant, but of course now I do now - and bless her wise soul she was right; it did lead to my becoming bi in later years.

I have always wondered about that since my early recollections of enemas and rectal temperatures from my mom imprinted me for life. I do know that she used to give herself enemas regularly and I was always in awe of the red bag and hose hanging up in the bathroom closet. But my guess is that if there was any stimulation or arousal for her, it was suppressed or ignored in her efforts to just keep us all healthy. Whether she suspected that I was experiencing erotic and stimulating feelings, I have no idea. I'm quite sure she was following the doctor's orders and the predominant medical advice from that time.

Whether she suspected that I was experiencing erotic and stimulating feelings, I have no idea. I'm quite sure she was

During my first marriage I lived in a two family house where we had one floor, my parents the other. The cellar was a common area with washing machine/dryer. I had a large zipup plastic enclosed clothing rack that in it I had hung a number of the enema bags between my items of clothing. I had collected and wanted to keep the many bags out of view from my wife who while knowing of them, did not want to see them - she thought it all perverse. Looking back I was naive to think that my mom would not have unzipped the clothing rack bag to peek inside.. Also, since we lived on the second floor, my parents must have heard all the flushing taking place during my numerous and long enema sessions when my wife was out... My parents never questioned this...

After pondering this issue over the years, I seriously doubt my mom or grandma anticipated anything psychologically damaging or influential. This may have changed with media progress over the decades. TV, Movies, and documentary types of information became far more pervasive. The older texts encouraged such procedures with no apparent negatives. When the movie Sybil first showed enemas being used in a very negative fashion, I would suspect that some got a clue. Some of the other movies were less explicit, but may have triggered some negative reaction as well. Even Doctor Spock seemed to change his tune somewhat.

Paraphilias and fetishes likely existed, but were pretty well closeted and certainly not well published until the 50's, 60's, and 70's progressed. Today, there aren't many secrets with UFO's being a potential exception. I suppose the psychological impact for me has largely been quite positive. I enjoy my enemas and have met some wonderful folks who share and understand this simple pleasure and procedure. While many still have a negative view, I'm hopeful that their use and application will progress. We do see that relative to alternative and natural health practices. The sensual/sexual aspect is just an additional benefit for me.

I really don't think my mom knew that she turned me into a klizmo by giving me enemas at a young age. Shortly after her giving me enemas, I would find things to stick up my ass and it felt good. I didn't have to look far for the enema equipment as it was usually hanging in the bathtub as my dad took enemas all the time. I started looking for the good stuff. I found my mom's big douche nozzles that were black and on the top shelf in the bathroom closet. I also found her big straight-nozzle douche syringe. It had a brownish-red bulb and a long black nozzle. I had a lot of fun with that puppy when she wasn't around. Whenever I take an enema to this day, I like to play like I'm a female taking a douche up my p****.

Thanks for your version, I'm not the only one.

Hugs,

Janie

Sister Lisa (my sister, NOT a nun) finally saw my earlier reply in this thread and laughed! "What were you thinking? Of course Mom knew what she was doing! She, Gram and Aunt Ruth were all klismos; we both know that now. Have you ever spoken to anyone else who was raised in a home where somebody (or somebodies) were getting enemas almost daily? Maybe she didn't know that our daily laxative would make us chronically constipated, but she had to know that Gram made her and Aunt Ruth klismos as they grew up with frequent enemas. She started us on bulbs before we were one. We were both hooked by the time we were five or six. Of course she knew!"

So, I stand corrected! I should have thanked all three of them for helping Lisa and I to find such a fun (and inexpensive) pastime!

After all these years, I still wonder if mom was driven in part by her own childhood experiences, and the gratification that came with repeating the ritual on her own child?

I'm certain that my mother did! As an adult, I recall her bemoaning that my sister (her only other child) refused to take enemas when she grew up.

Im sure she didn't or shed never have given me enemas from age 13 to 18

Fortunately, my mother is still alive. She lives in her own home in a neighboring state. I visit her occasionally to check up on her. I enjoy going into the bathroom when I am visiting, and giving myself enemas and remembering the days when she used to give them. Sometimes I'm tempted to leave the door ajar so that she can definitely see when I'm doing it. I'm pretty sure she is aware that I enjoyed them.

I was in a bookstore in Portland Oregon about 20 years ago when I came across an erotic book that had an enema story. In it a middle-aged man was describing how he enjoys having enemas. He explained that his mother had given him some enemas when he was much younger. He also he also described how he was fantasizing about asking his mother to give him enemas for sexual reasons. Sometimes I wish I could leave a copy of that story on my mother's dresser

She was mentally obsessed with enemas but never came to terms with it in her own mind. mom would never be honest enough in her own mind to even think about that. like most here I struggled a lot of my life over my enema fetish.

the fact is I HAD to be bent in some way and enemas are actually a mostly good thing. too many others do violence against people because of childhood traumas and I thank God I did not go in that direction. I have been a klismaphiliac all of my life but I understand the whys and hows and accepted myself as I am a long, long time ago. a huge key to my accepting myself as a happy pervert was watching the movie Equus starring Richard Burton. at the end of that movie he looks directly into the camera and through dialog presents the question of fetishism and if it is a bad thing or is it worse to be "normal" like himself.

I don't believe that there was this level of awareness and it may not even occur today. Mothers have a very protective role. They often do whatever is required to support their children based upon the practices of the time and/or doctor's orders. Of course their may be some who used it for punitive reasons, which is so wrong. So my guess is that she did what she felt was best. Now, if you want to be brave enough to discuss with her how it's impacted you ...that would make for a very intriguing conversation!

Mom was an RN who ended up specializing in, and teaching the topic, at a college - psychiatric nursing. Though when she had me over her lap when I was in single digits, her in her early 20s, she may not have realized the impact her multiple insertions of the bulb syringe was making on me, perhaps she realized it later in life. An enema may affect one child psychologically, but not another child. How is a mother to know the effects of an enema or anything else she’s doing for her child? However, she did know that I really enjoyed my enemas, because she asked me whether or not I liked them and I told that I liked them a lot. I doubt that she thought to herself that first day, "I'm going to give Donnie a good enema series and turn him into a klismo and instill in him the need to have things stuck in his rectum."

Mom has mentioned how rapt her students were when she taught about “abnormal sexual behaviors.” Did some of the topics hit close to home for some of those girls in her classes? The bottom line is that she gave me enemas for physical reasons, not for mental reasons, though I suppose the punishment enemas crossed the line from physical to mental, as a means of behavior modification, but not with the intent of making me a klismo, which I was already.

At the time, the early 50s, enemas were a common remedy for a variety of health maladies. In the homes of almost every once of my friends and relatives, an enema bag hung from a hook on the back of the bathroom door or from the shower curtain rod, and bulbs were usually on display on a shelf,

Heck, would a mother consider the act of giving her child Aspirin would cause a psychological impact? Enemas were simply part of the landscape back then, and there were those who enjoyed them and those who didn’t. I don’t think anyone who administered enemas pondered the psychological effects on the recipient. Oou, Tommy has a broken arm. How is the process of setting the bone and applying a cast going to affect his psyche for the rest of his life? Some of us were affected, either positively or negatively, by enemas, and others weren’t. How about the fact that some of us have some sort of sexual kink (or several) and yet, none of us experienced anything to do with that kink while growing up? If you’re anal erotic, you’re anal erotic, regardless of whether you discover it at age 5 or when you’re 40. As LisaK wrote, “we klismos were born this way.” Some of us discovered it early in life and others took decades to discover their kink.

She knew, from the start, that I enjoyed enemas, even the punishment enemas that I began getting a few years later. But Mom was a klismo and so was Dad. Dang, often, between the enemas she gave me, she took one, matching one for one the ones she was giving me. More than once, as I expelled, I watched her prepare an enema for herself that she took before she gave me my next one. After I was put to bed, she usually took Dad into the bathroom too, for a good enema series, followed by bed squeaking noises from their bedroom. Was Mom getting buggered by Dad? After all, beyond its pleasurable aspects, it is indeed an effective means of birth control, before “the pill” was available, as well as now.

Due to constipation caused by an antibiotic I was on, I got enemas Tuesday and Thursday nights, and Saturday mornings. I’d been on routine enemas for a couple of years by then, but not on a schedule like that. After the original medical problem had been solved, I asked Mom to keep me on my regular enema schedule. She asked, “Why?” I answered that I enjoyed getting them. Happily, she agreed and she continued for another couple of years, until she got busier at work, and also realized I was taking enemas after I got home from school, before they got home.

Her using me to demonstrate to other moms and their kids how to properly administer enemas reinforced my klisomophilia. I never objected to being used for these demonstrations – I was always an eager subject!

Sometimes she decided what equipment she was going to use on me, and other times she asked me exactly what bag and nozzle I wanted her to use on me, directly involving me in the enema process. She had to know how much pleasure I received from my enemas as I selected which nozzle, or douche bulb, and solution and volume I wanted for my enema. She always smiled as I made my choices and complied with my wishes.

I doubt she was trying to make me into a klismo – this was the golden age of enemas and everyone (almost) took enemas. I seriously doubt she thought that I’d crave anything else up my ass than a good enema.

She ignored my erections, When she figured out I was sneaking enemas before she and Dad got home, she didn’t say anything except to tell me that whenever I felt that I wanted to take an enema, or two, or three, that it was okay to do so. After we moved and they had a master bathroom, she bought me my own bag and tossed in some of my favorite enema equipment. I left my new bag (amber latex) hanging from the shower curtain rod, as she’d had her bag displayed, not hidden away.

As for girls, Cheryl77177 brings up the difference between boys and girls, as boys have a prostate gland which is very sensitive. Yet most females are “wired” to be penetrated, and I doubt that urge ends at their vagina.

As for girls, Cheryl77177 brings up the difference between boys and girls, as boys have a prostate gland which is very sensitive. Yet most females are “wired” to be penetrated, and I doubt that urge ends at their vagina.

As preteens our RN grandmother taught my brother, sister, an I personal hygiene. My brother an I enemas and our sister to douche an enemas. The afternoon our grandmother took my brother an I to the bathroom for several hours, our sister didn’t miss what happened. Once we were all in bed that night (we shared a bedroom together at home and at grandma’s), our sister questioned us about what had happened. We told her every thing that happened and what we were taught. When the same thing happened to our sister, we questioned her and she told my brother an I what happened and what she was taught.

A year or two later, once we had started giving each other enemas, my sister an I were giving each other a couple of enemas one afternoon using the douche nozzle and discovered anal masturbation by happenstance. She was giving me a two quart Ivory soap enema, when the douche nozzle started slipping out of my anus. When I told her about it, she took hold of the nozzle and as she pushed in she twisted it slightly and I moaned. Once the bag was empty, she started moving the douche nozzle in an out as she twisted it slightly. I started moaning again and she didn’t stop this time till I came all over the towel beneath me. Judging from her reaction, it surprised her and it sure surprised me. It was the first time I ever had an orgasm without my penis being touched.

As I sat on the toilet expelling, once she had finished fixing my rinse enema and hung the bag up again. I ask her why she started moving the douche nozzle in an out of my anus once the bag was empty and she replied, “I realized you were horny, and was curious to see what would happen if I kept moving the nozzle back and forth in your anus. I never dreamed you would come as much as you did all over the towel.” I replied, “you’re not the only one, I never realized I could have such a strong orgasm without touching my penis.” Realizing I was finished expelled, I got back down in the knee chest position and she gave me the rinse enema. As I expelled the rinse enema, she fixed an Ivory soap enema for me to administer to her.

When I finished release my rinse enema and got up off the toilet, she got down in the knee chest position and I gave her her soapy enema. When the bag was empty and she had a two quart enema inside her, without saying a word, I started moving the douche nozzle in an out as I twisted it slightly in her anus, and like me, she started moaning right from the beginning. After a few moments she stopped moaning long enough to say, “whatever you do, don’t stop.” After a couple of minutes she had an orgasm and once it had passed, she stayed in the knee chest position to catch her breath before she got on the toilet to expel. While I fixed her rinse enema with salt and baking soda, we talked about what had happened and both came to the conclusion we’re doing this again in the future. What I didn’t realize was how soon it would be, as she finished on the toilet and got back down in the knee chest position for her rinse enema, she told me, “when the bag is empty, do it again”, which I did.

A year or so later, one afternoons at my house, my girlfriend asked my sister to give her a couple of enemas for period cramps. My sister said, “sure”, and they disappeared to the bathroom. My girlfriend told me later, just as the two quart soapy enema finished filling her, my sister masturbated her to orgasm by moving the douche nozzle in an out with a little twist while she held the enema. As she expelled on the toilet, she asked my sister, “why did you do that?” My sister told her what had happened, when she did it to me a year earlier, and said, “you need to let my brother (meaning me) do you.” After my sister hung the warm water salt and baking soda rinse enema and she was finished on the toilet, she got back down in the knee chest position. But before my sister could started the rinse enema, she said, “do it again, like the first time”, which my sister did. As they talked while she expelled the rinse enema, my sister told her, “he does it for me whenever I ask him, you should too.” A month or so later, my girlfriend ask me, “would you mind giving me a couple of enemas each month during my period for cramps using the douche nozzle, like you do for your sister?” I replied, “sure, if you’ll give me a couple of enemas afterwards with the douche nozzle in a like manor.” She said, “no problem, that’s great, now I don’t have to put with mom’s enemas.” We gave each other enemas during her period each month, with few exceptions till the end of High School.

Years later, my wife an I did the same thing, as my sister and girlfriend from High School had done. Masturbating each other anally when giving the other an enema. I can say for sure, when it comes to anal masturbation, boys and girls are the same. The sad thing is, this is something a lot of people never learn, and are missing out on a very pleasurable activity with their partners.

I seriously doubt Mom knew the psychological affects of the frequent enemas gave for everything. The unanswered question is would it have mattered.

@Redbag77 - I seriously doubt Mom knew the psychological affects of the frequent enemas gave for everything. The unanswered question is would it have mattered.

No, it didn’t matter then and it still doesn’t matter, it’s the way we’re wired.

Though my mother believed in enemas for therapeutic purposes, I think they definitely had an erotic component for her as well. I think the erotic component was a part of both taking an enema, and giving me an enema. Of course, I may be projecting. But yes, I believe she was aware that giving me an enema likely had a psychological affect on me, but did not see that as a bad thing. Since enemas seemed normal and healthful to her, the psychological aspect was just accepted as part of deal, not something harmful.

On balance, I would think so for many Moms. Especially southern ones like mine. Enemas were a family ritual for many southern gals. If Mom gave Dad an enema would she not notice his genital reaction? I think not. In our house the bright red enema bag lived behind the shower curtain for the tub drying for its next employment. And Mom used it weekly, as I also mentioned in another discussion.

I also know that after my Mom noticed an erection sprouting as she gave me over the knee enemas with a bulb, I was told to take care of my internal ablutions for myself. Naturally I did. She knew what was happening with boys. As well as knowing that I continued to take enemas on my own. As I said in another discussion on a related topic, Moms KNOW everything! Believe me, much of what you thought that you got away with as a youngster, you did not! She simply chose not to deal with it or confront us.