Did mom know the psychological impact of giving you enemas?

I doubtbit

Mom grew up getting enemas and hated them with a passion. Unlike her two younger sisters, who enjoyed enemas. Mom looked at giving us enemas as her duty. In the fifties, enemas were a common remedy for a lot of different maladies. Including moody and out of sorts kids or adults. So, I don’t think the sexual or pleasurable side of enemas ever crossed her mind. However, it was a completely different story when it came to her two teenage sisters. Our grandmother was a retired RN, and a firm believer in enemas for a variety of different reasons. And I'm not just talking about kids, I’m talking about adults as well. When mom’s sisters were preteens, grandma taught them personal hygiene and at the same time, taught them how to give my siblings and I enemas. Afterwards, the girls were given the responsibility of giving us our evening bath, including spankings and enemas when needed.

We preferred enemas from our two aunts over mom or grandma. Because like us, they enjoyed enemas, and realized my siblings and I did as well. So, unlike mom or grandma, they were open with us about enemas. They enjoyed giving us and themselves enemas and did so at every opportunity. Grandma had a large downstairs bathroom with two vanities, toilet, linen closet, long-padded bench, and large dual head walk-in shower. The normal evening routine, once we were all in the bathroom together, was to all get undressed. The reason being, the shower was large enough, so one of the girls always got in the shower to bath us. If we were due a spanking or a couple of enemas, the girls put us across their bare lap nude for the spanking or enemas, before getting in the in the shower with us for a bath. As we got older, they moved us from over their bare lap to nude in the knee chest position for enemas. But we still got spankings laying nude across one of the girls bare lap. The shower routine never changed though. They enjoyed bathing us, and we enjoyed the attention. This routine ended the summer I turned twelve, when grandma taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility. Afterwards, mom stopped giving us enemas, they were our responsibility now. Grandma still gave us 3H enemas every year during summer vacation. And our aunts, knowing we enjoyed enemas, still made the offer occasionally. There was one change though, when the girls made the offer of a couple of enemas, it was understood they would be done in private one on one.

Psychological impact? The word became popular when i was in high school in the early 60s. Before that, we were too busy just getting bye. People lived and cared for one another. Drinking beer was not derided in psychological terms. It was a social norm with social expectations, as it is today.

Giving and taking enemas began at a much earlier age than beer and was just what we always did. That it was fun, or pleasant was just one of the benefits of life. If a baby was screaming, it probably had gas, and sure enough!

Mom talked openly, as did dad, not only of family drinking, but also of brothers sisters and neighbor's ways of filling one another's backside with water adventures. Kind of like going to a movie, believe it or not. I strongly suspect television has destroyed much of family and neighborly intimacy together with sincere devotion. Is it any coincidence that as TV came into a family home, the enema was graduated out? But beer stayed, in-spite of all the trouble, accidents, arguments and health problems associated with it. Ever wonder about that? Probably not, but then you were not supposed to.

I don't she knew or cared. Like it or not, and I dreaded the enema. She knew it but she was enema obsessive, and didn't need a reason to put me through the humiliation and embarrassment of washing my bowels. She liked doing it, for her it was a turn-on.

@hotnsoapy

She liked doing it, for her it was a turn-on.

May I ask? How (in her words, in her behaviour...) exactly did you notice that your mum turned it on when she gave enemas? And (2.): Were there other intimate things going on beyond just the enema?

Getting enemas when a person is very young, certainly can effect that person for life and send that person onto a life long kink. However, I don't think that is assured as in what is called the Golden Age, just about everyone had enemas from their parents when they were young and I don't think there are that many klismos out there

I was rarely given enemas growing up, so I don’t think the psychology occurred to my mom. She knew that I didn’t like getting an enema. She was private, and so was I, so we didn’t talk about it.

However, as a mom myself, the psychology certainly did occur to me as I raised my two girls. I was very aware of my own experience in my early 20s when an enema given by a home health nurse unexpectedly turned me on.

Our two daughters were total opposites when it came to invading their body with an enema. Younger daughter couldn’t stand the thought, but she tolerated the one enema that I remember giving her when she was around 14.

Older daughter when she was 17 woke me up at three in the morning and asked me to give her an enema. She had a low-grade fever and unusually uncomfortable PMS. After more than an hour in and out of the bathroom, she hugged me and said how thankful she was for the enema and how good it felt. A few months later she asked me for another enema, and afterwards we talked. It was a mother-daughter moment in time that I learned of her “awakening” reminiscent of my experience when I was 22.

She was embarrassed at first, but when I shared for the first time my own experience when a nurse was “doing me,” she had a big sigh of relief. I think she expected me to freak out, but we sat and talked for quite a while. I grew a lot during that talk. Jen did have some legitimate health needs that she was keeping private. The enema when needed could bring relief. I’ll leave the story with the thought that psychology definitely enters into the picture in situations like this. Jen recently turned 32, and we still have mother-daughter talks. She is engaged, and I’m so happy for her..

Looking back, I feel reasonably certain that my mom was not into taking enemas. But, she and our extended family were very much into giving their kids enemas and sharing the telling with her sisters and my grandmother. It was plain that mom got off on giving them to me and to my younger brother though I doubt she consider the process sexual, but rather in a category all of its own. Whenever the subject came that one of us needed "a good cleaning up" mom would have a funny look on her face accompanied by a ritual of telling us a day before that we were constipated and were going to get an enema tomorrow. At which point mom would call grandma up to announce that I was going to get a good soapy enema to which the older woman would affirm that it was exactly what I, or my brother needed.

And yes, I often wondered if mom realized the psychological impact that this intrusion would have on my sexual development, especially the way she would work her long greased finger into my pre-adolescent rectum to "open me up for the nozzle" or squeeze my bottom cheeks together to help keep the soapsuds in me to allow the enema to work. Unfortunately, just as I was getting to look forward to the procedure, she abruptly stopped even mentioning the subject. Sorry mom! You were too late. I was already hooked for life.

I would say mom knew especially if their mom subjected them to enemas as well they certainly understand the sensation just like you do ! You’re here reading all the enema content that alone tells me you understand the psychological impact,how would mom be any different than you. Some say it’s for health reasons but your comments seems to show up on all the naughty taboo enema topics here and that’s wonderful some of you come up with great ideas and topics!

@Electra said,

It was plain that mom got off on giving them to me and to my younger brother though I doubt she consider the process sexual, but rather in a category all of its own.

That’s somewhat like our two teenage aunts. They both enjoyed getting and giving enemas, like me and my siblings. Grandma was a retired RN and a firm believer in enemas for both kids and adults. It was the nineteenth fifties, sex was a taboo subject, but enemas were discussed openly among friends and family. When grandma taught her two younger daughters how to take care of us, did she realize they enjoyed enemas, sure she did. Just like, she knew my siblings and I enjoyed enemas. She had given and offered to give us enough enemas, not to realize otherwise. Whenever grandma spanked us, she took us to the bathroom and put us across her lap. Once the spanking was over, she always offered us a rinse enema to help calm down. I for one never turned her down and I don’t think my siblings did either. She was teaching her daughters how to be good mothers, when they had children of their own. By giving them the responsibility of our evening bath, along with enemas and spankings when needed. She was giving them the everyday experience they needed under her watchful eye. Both girls were still learning, and my siblings and I were getting really curious about a lot of things. By taking care of us and fielding our questions during evening bath time when things got playful, helped not only us, but the girls. Those two girls could go places with us that mom or grandma couldn’t. They still had the innocence of youth, mom and grandma didn’t. The enemas the girls gave us were twofold, for health and pleasure at the same time. Grandma understood that mom didn’t, she hated enemas.

I’ve watched the girls give my siblings enemas, and my siblings have watched the girls give me enemas. Both girls were always gentle and carrying when they gave us enemas or a spanking. I learned this firsthand one evening, when I walked in the bathroom without knocking while the girls were giving each other enemas. Both girls were naked, the youngest was in the knee chest position with a douche nozzle buried in her behind, and her sister was controlling the flow. I only had white cotton briefs on and needed to expel the last of the enema, I had received early from the girls. They let me take care of business, then the older of the two girls gave me a long hard bare bottom spanking, then an enema to help calm down, and finally another shower. When the girls told their mom what happened the evening before, she came and got me and royally chewed me out. And informed me, I was going to get another spanking that evening from the younger girl. That was the worst part of all, having time to think about getting another spanking, knowing it was going to be long and hard. That evening, once we were in the bathroom and both undressed, and I was laying naked across her lap. We talked about what happened and she told me, she thought I’d been punished enough, but grandma thought otherwise. Then she spanked me, just as long and hard as her sister did the evening before. After the spanking, she gave me a couple of enemas. By the time I finished expelling, she was already in the shower washing the enema bag and curved douche nozzle. As I got up, she told me to join her. Once in the shower, she gave me a hug and said, “I’m sorry I had to spank, but mom didn’t give me a choice.” After she apologized for having to spanking me, it was back to the normal routine of being given a bath. As she bathed me, she told me about the choice grandma had given her. Spank him or get a spanking yourself. I understand now why grandma did what she did. She was teaching her daughter, that there are going to be times when you’re going to have to do something, you don’t want to do. The younger girl didn’t want to spank me and told her mom that, but she didn’t have a choice. She had to spanking me, just like her sister did, or suffer the consequences herself. After my second spanking in twenty-four hours, my butt was really sore for a few days. But it was done because both girls cared about me, and both demonstrated that afterwards. That happened when I was ten years old. It brought us closer together and enabled us to be more open with one another about anything.

Mom never knew my enema, rectal temperature and suppository affection. For me the affection was based on mom seeing my private area. The interest and stimulation were increased when a neighbor mom, aunt, grandmom and sisters watching mom spread my buttocks exposing my brown anal area.

It was also very stimulating when I witnessed my sisters, cousins, or friends receiving treatment at the hands of their mothers. Seeing others anal area and enema tube, rectal thermometer or suppository slowly inserted into their rectums is still burned in my memory.

Years later I still have a strong affection to enemas and suppositories.

I do not think my parents took this into consideration at all. For them it was to make me go to the bathroom. I was a holder and could fight having to go at every turn. It was getting to a point where I had to be given something to make me poop. There really was no choice. Enemas and suppositories were the quickest way to get me to go. I was taken to see doctors and the doctor was always putting something up my butt. Either his finger or an enema or a liquid suppository. There was no thought of this ever causing problems.

Soon after these treatments I found myself poking my finger in mt bottom and then marking pens. I was rewarded with intense feelings that caused a tickle sensation. They were all so great even at a very young age. I was 5 when it all started. Looking back this all wasnt a horrible thing at all. It caused a lifetime of getting wonderful sensations. Something I know the average man never gets to experience.

So…. I’m going to be slightly different than some of you. I never missed a day of school, never had but a few colds, hardly ever sick at all growing up. My 2 girls combined have only missed 3 days of school so far. The health benefits are tremendous and proven so! It’s just not a societal thing to discuss with others or even admit to. I’m 31 and I only know a few other moms who feel like I do. When I was growing up in my small town every house was like mine.Well, almost every house lol! Did I derive pleasure from my enemas? Absolutely! I still do! Would I even think about going back and changing anything? No! Not in the least!

My parents were firm believers in spare moms hairbrush and daddy’s belt and spoil the child. Nowadays parents don’t even think about discipline and guidance for their children. Look at the shape our culture is in today. Faith and family values are being replaced by social media platforms and values that don’t align with who we are as a nation.

Psychological impact? Definitely yes….. but for the better

I should explain that I received my enemas every Friday night or Saturday morning. Same thing now!

Faith and family values are being replaced by social media platforms and values that don’t align with who we are as a nation.

I hope you realize that many many people and groups would consider this platform to be very unsuitable morally and socially, according to their values and norms.

My mother's only involvement in enemas and me was to hand me the box containing the equipment, ask me if I know how to use it, and leaving the room.

As i got older she saw me get erect when nozzle inserted on finger soap pushed up my bum bu never stoped her carryed on untill was 15

As I have said in previous posts at the time when my Mother was first giving me my enemas, I doubt she ever thought that her giving me enemas would have the psychological effect on me that they currently have.

However, as I aged, Mother caught me several times taking enemas on my own.

Then, when she found my Tyson open top fountain syringe that I had hidden in her bathroom, she hid it.. and forced me to ask her where she had put it, which I did.

Then, about 20 years later, I know she knew for certain that her giving me enemas had caused me to want them!

Why?

Well, I was spending some time with her at her apartment while my wife was up visiting her Mother.

During those two weeks with her, I became very constipated and as a result I asked Mother if she had an enema syringe.

She responded by telling me an emphatic “no!”

She, however, did tell me that she had some milk of magnesia. I shook my head and gave her a kiss and proceeded to the local drug store and got me my own fountain syringe.

When, I returned to Mother’s apartment with my enema equipment, Mom surprised me.

She had prepared for me a two quart pitcher that was filled with a mixture of hot soap suds and salt.

In addition, she had, also, prepared a place in her bathroom, like she used to do when I was young. She had, also, turned on the bathroom heater which was taking the chill out of the room..

If that was not enough, she had, also, created a mat on the floor complete with a head cushion and she had even remembered the Vaseline which she had placed onto the bathroom countertop.

Well, when I returned with my new syringe, I met her in the hall. She gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. I held up the sack and eased past her and went to her apartment’s bathroom.

Once in there, I could hardly believe my eyes.

I, put the sack down on the countertop and quickly exited the bathroom.

I went to find Mom.

I found her in her room sitting on her bed. I thought I could see a tear in her eyes…

I sat down next to her and gave her a hug back and whispered thank you!

She looked over at me… and said “I guess that you are welcome! But, Mike, to the life of me, I’ll never understand why you like to take those things so much!”

I hugged her again and said to her “I think a long time ago, I told you why .. enemas make me feel so loved! Especially the ones you gave me.. I cannot really explain it, but I will try.”

Mom, took my hands into hers… as I began to speak.

“Mom, the feeling that each enema that you gave me was special. I could feel each ounce of the warm soap suds that entered my rectum.. and to be honest the slow filling of my intestines and stomach created such a sensation that I felt that each and every ounce that entered my body was your way of telling me just how much you loved me!”

After I had said that to her and especially after I had gave her another hug and peck on her cheek, I took the time to look into her eyes for a few seconds. And it was at that point, I was certain that they really did have tears in them now.

I started to get up, but she put her hand onto mine.. She told me to help her up, which I did!

She walked with me back to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet seat and opened the bag and pulled out the box containing my new fountain syringe

As I did this Mom brought a chair into the bathroom.

As she was doing that, i opened the box and pulled out the syringe’s components.

Mother smiled at me… I smiled back..

Then, I began to attach the tubing to the rubber bag, which was soon followed by me slipping the silver shut-off onto the tubing. I snapped it shut. With that complete, I now slipped the douche pipe onto the open end of the tubing.

Mom commented to me that she thought that I had my enema bag ready!

I held it up and said “Mom, it sure is a beauty!”

Mother smiled over at me and reached for the bag which I handed to her.

She stood up, picked up the pitcher that she had prepared earlier. She, sort of winked at me as she began pouring the hot solution into the bag.

I watched intently as it slowly began to expand.

This continued until soap suds began oozing down the bag’s sides! When that was complete and she put the pitcher back down on the countertop and hung my new enema bag on a towel hook above the tub.

Almost immediately, I could hear the distinct sound of water replacing air in the tube.. bloop, bloop, bloop.

Mother looked over at me and said “OK, Mike, your enema is ready.. well, are you just going to sit there on the pot or are you going to let me give you this here enema?

I stood up and pulled my shorts and undies down to about my knees.

Mother, in the meantime had greased the douche pipe with the Vaseline.

I stood there looking at her.

Mom, told me “Mike, take those shorts all the way off!” which I did… and, then, I leaned over onto the pallet and got into the knee chest position, with my rear facing Mom.

I soon felt her pulling on my left butt cheek.

Within seconds, she had the douche nozzle embedded into my rectum.

She asked me if I was ready… for my enema!

I looked back and said “Mom, I love you so much!” And with that said, Mom gave me my enema! It was the last one that she ever gave me.

Mother passed away about a month later.. but, some of her last words to me were “Mike, I still don’t know why you like taking enemas so much!”

I think she wanted me to say “cause it makes me know that you love me!” And you know what, that was my response!

Did she know? I guess when I stopped complaining early on, she knew I was cooperating, but as time went by, I was almost willing to ask for enemas. When my erections began, she was advised to stop the enemas. Ex-Lax was no fun.

Back in my post of several years ago (#131), I indicated a doubt that the psychological impact was even a concern. Enemas were such a common treatment that any psychological effects wouldn't manifest for many years/decades. If anything, it wasn't until sometime in the 70's that "klismaphilia" found it's way into the realm of psychological disfunction according to some "experts".

Had the positive experiences of those health and raw food practitioners been more prominent in media, we may have never seen so many negative opinions put before us. As some others have stated, the use of enemas can have a very relaxing, satisfying, and positive affect. On the other hand, if used in playful, sensual, or otherwise designed to ignite or trigger some other reactions, the orgasmic outcum may be extraordinary!

If anything, it wasn't until sometime in the 70's that "klismaphilia" found it's way into the realm of psychological disfunction according to some "experts".

https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/7158678/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Klismaphilia

Dr. Joanne Denko apparently coined the phrase klismaphilia and wrote two articles on her observations. The articles were pretty condescending and made everything to do with enemas seem ever so sexually problematic and controversial. I think she even used the term 'enema cult' in the same disapproving manner that psychologists used to talk about the 'cult of homosexuality' or the 'cult of nudism'. They were written in the correct scientific jargon and format, but were really more suited for a tabloid publication that published stories about alien abductions or sightings of Elvis. After reading them they left a bad taste in my mouth as if she were being deliberately disapproving out of some moral standpoint. Not unlike a public prosecutor getting their hands on a juicy case they could milk and twist and turn into something horrendous and scare the public with.

Even so, we put her articles on Speculumpages and wrote to her, but she was not interested in giving any responses or notions.

I think she just hit upon the previously lesser discussed matter of enemas and turned it into a psychological problem just to get something published in her field. She had found a niche, exploited it and then didn't care much about follow-up or trying to truly understand what she was writing about while being uncharitable with her explanations.

I believe that mothers did not worry about whether the enemas given to their children would have psychological effects.

Why should it be, at least in my time, these were the common methods of home care and treatment. It was done quickly and you could see results and success straight away; and it didn't harm anyone.

The only moments when mom had to think about psychological consequences were when she administered her dreaded "educational necessary" enemas to me.

@agracier

I think she just hit upon the previously lesser discussed matter of enemas and turned it into a psychological problem just to get something published in her field. She had found a niche, exploited it and then didn't care much about follow-up or trying to truly understand what she was writing about while being charitable with her explanations.

...perhaps she is stuck at the nozzle herself and is now floundering about her professional training...

...just a thought...🤔😇😂

...another small addendum:

I'm pretty sure mom thought about it.

When I was around 13, my pre-pupitarian behavior must have been so stressful for mom that she felt compelled to get me back on track with "educational" enemas.

When inserting the colon tube, I suddenly got a strong erection that lasted throughout the entire procedure and didn't go unnoticed by Mom.

She didn't comment on it; but they were the last enemas that I was given...

“Mom, the feeling that each enema that you gave me was special. I could feel each ounce of the warm soap suds that entered my rectum.. and to be honest the slow filling of my intestines and stomach created such a sensation that I felt that each and every ounce that entered my body was your way of telling me just how much you loved me!”

I looked back and said “Mom, I love you so much!” And with that said, Mom gave me my enema! It was the last one that she ever gave me.

Mother passed away about a month later.. but, some of her last words to me were “Mike, I still don’t know why you like taking enemas so much!”

I think she wanted me to say “cause it makes me know that you love me!” And you know what, that was my response!

@miker I’ve read a lot of posts about you and your Mom but this one is beautiful….to the point that I, myself, have tears. I’m glad that you got to have that one last time to get a loving enema from your Mama. Just the two of you. It’s a memory to treasure always.

@Aquarius What exactly do you mean by "educational" enemas?

I don't think it made a bit of difference. Many of the home remedies of the time were hardly enjoyable experiences. For a short list I think it would include 1) rectal temperatures, 2) taking a vile does of cough medicine or castor oil, 3) getting your chest rubbed with Vicks (I might not have liked getting an enema but would rather do that than Vicks. Makes me gag to this day), or getting nose drops. None of these are great experiences but we all endured them and I, for one, don't think that I was marred for life as a result. Most moms tended to these as they were very common.

Moms Egirl: appreciate you ..

Not my mother but a favorite “aunt” the common law wife of my father’s brother. She provided me baths and enemas every time I slept over at their house until I was about 12 years old. And she certainly knew what she was doing both physically and emotionally. I especially remember her telling me that my body would soon make a girl friend happy. No certain what she really meant at the time but I do thank her for predicting my future!

@Aquarius What exactly do you mean by "educational" enemas?

@Pecan_nutjob

My mom's friend and "advisor", "Aunt Erike", sometimes told her that such an enema would also have good effects in other ways, especially with little rebellious boys. She liked to refer to these enemas as „educational and pedagogical enemas“

This simply meant: give him a few “punishment enemas” if necessary. "You'll see, they work wonders..."