Why the shame around enemas?

Based on my personal observations and experience:

There are large gaps among humiliation, shame, and embarrassment. I doubt many people are really ashamed of talking about, or participating in, enemas. Humiliation might be felt by some, but embarrassment covers how most folks feel about 'em. Except for those who actively enjoy the discussions and actions involved.

People do not like change. If raised in an environment where enemas, were not discussed, then entering a place where they are discussed or performed represent change. And we all know people don't like change.

Feces have an unpleasant (to most of us) aroma and can be associated with anything having to do with emptying the bowels - enemas, suppository's, too much fiber, etc. - so that talking about enemas can be embarrassing or even humiliating because to do so is to make a change associated with something unpleasant. Discuss/do it enough times and it is no longer different from any other discussion or act.

People who are uncomfortable with the act or discussing it, generally, are not ashamed - just uncomfortable because it is different.

It is not something most people understand getting pleasure from…an enema up your ass. Many would think badly of you if you admitted it. They may alienate you for such “wrong” enjoyment. Pooping or the feelings involved with pooping are not arousing to many.

This feeling has been perpetuated by religious teachings. “It is wrong to…” lists are long and has shaped many to hide their true feelings because of these long standing teachings and beliefs.

As people learn that pleasure is not bad (as long as it hurts no one else) these “It is wrong to…” lists could very well become shorter and have less control over others.

Keep filling those bags and filling those bums!

@MissStress,

I couldn’t have expressed it any better - and I’ve tried, almost posting a similar opinion yesterday until realizing it was too inelegant and thus scrapping it.

Even so, others like @Westy and @Denise are also largely correct. This is why I scrapped my post noted above - I love anal play and enemas, but not the inevitably resulting smell, sight or contact with my healthy and normal but still unpleasant solid waste.

Eric

@gwhap There's a difference between “shame” and “embarrassment” …….“If you are ashamed, you feel sorry about something you did wrong. If you are embarrassed, you are worried that people will laugh at you or think you are foolish.”

Yup, so at home I was ashamed of my love of enemas, while in a store on the feminine hygiene isles I was embarrassed about what I was doing there… hmm but since I also felt like it was wrong to be their; shame was also involved.

Not having a catholic upbringing, I have no guilt.

Dan

Our affection of all things related to enemas has been labelled as “deviant behavior” by so called professionals (fetish/paraphilia). The term “Deviant” is most often used in a very negative context. While we realize that many in society hold that viewpoint, many of us have learned to incorporate that simple pleasure and procedure into various modalities that have a very positive impact in our day to day activities.

While we may still rationalize our use of enemas as a legitimate medical procedure, or natural health benefit, we are still guarded in our open discussion or display of our affection. In my case, I'm pretty well beyond shame or embarrassment. I am however, sensitive to possibly being offensive to others who don't share our positive views and practice of this ancient procedure.

I think we all hope for enhanced acceptance of the procedure. All of those beautiful women who post online videos regarding coffee enemas, have certainly gotten beyond the em-bare-assed aspect of our favorite pastime!

Our affection of all things related to enemas has been labelled as “deviant behavior” by so called professionals (fetish/paraphilia).

Lately, fetishes and paraphilia are becoming more accepted as non-deviant. As long as they don't physically hurt yourself or someone else. I'm not a doctor or a psychobableist - but like others, I have stayed in a Holiday Inn so I know something about something!!!

Wow i absolutely love your openness about being yourself! I mean doing it in front of other people both in film and in real life…just wow! I think it is just awesome and i really wish i had the same courage and just…well something that i don't know the name of that you do. Thank you for sharing very much and much happiness to you! 😃

Oh I totally agree I wish it wasn’t a taboo in today’s society. It can be very healthy for you if you let it be. I’ve hidden behind my enemas for many years but I’ve enjoyed them. I had a lady give me enemas for a little while and it was wonderful. I wish I could find someone else that would not look down on the idea. If anybody’s got any ideas on how I can find somebody I would really appreciate it.

As much as I felt shame and embarrassment (mentioned in my many posts) I would never want it any other way! It's thanks to those feeling of shame and embarrassment that I've gotten so much pleasure from enemas! To put it another way, would someone who enjoys being spanked like it if spankings did not produce pain?

Guilt can be delicious.

To Quote the New England Dairy Farmer who I worked for a number of years ,

“BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER .”

His wife was my enema giver, when I was sick during the several years I lived and worked at the farm.

Guilt can be delicious.

Oh yes! Guilt, shame, and embarrassment - all felt when browsing the feminine hygiene isle that would often culminate with my standing red-faced on a checkout line with the telltale rectangular box…

You know, it just occurred to me that neither shame nor guilt is appropriate when dancing around the "enema scene". Embarrassment, maybe, but that's as far as it goes. Both shame and guilt imply that something morally wrong has occurred. Embarrassment implies that something awkward or out of the norm has taken place. I'm not aware of any “moral” treatise that has ever dealt with the issue of enemas (could be wrong here, but I doubt it); the embarrassment is another matter altogether; somewhere someone may have written that enemas , or talking about enemas, is not appropriate in “polite” company…or something to that effect. The issue of enemas usually arises in one of several contexts…health/wellbeing, sex, or in some cases both. If health is the context, enemas are no more than “brushing your teeth” (figuratively, NOT LITERALLY!!! lol). If sex or sexual gratification is the context, we may have something to discuss, but that is more driven by the sexual aspect than the enema aspect.

Bottom line (pun intended)…since all we are talking about are matters that are “artificial constructs”…even the morality issue…"where's the beef?"

I say, “Screw it all…go hang a bag and ENJOY!!!”

For most of my life I had felt a great deal of shame about getting enemas, especially early on while growing up and into my teen years and as a young adult. Although I did get a few colonics in my 30's, It wasn't until my later 40's that I was able to finally muster the courage to come face to face with another person regarding enemas as an erotic turn on.

When I hung up a red rubber bag for the first time for myself at around age 19-20, I had a lot of anxiety about it. I had felt guilt, because I had let myself get backed up bad enough that I needed an enema again.

I felt shame too, because I had undressed naked for it and did it in a different position than I used to get it, sitting in a bathtub with the bag on a coat hanger hanging from the shower head. Sitting in the bathtub naked with my knees bent and seeing that bag hanging high and in front of me caused me to get an erection. That was the first time I remember getting an erection while getting an enema. The erection made me feel like it had made what I was doing ‘dirty,' as it was pretty much my beginning to ‘like’ enemas.

Even though it was only me there in an apartment I had by myself and in its private bathroom, I had that aura of embarrassment hanging over me. I felt anxiety over the potential embarrassment of someone knocking on the door and being persistent about it. A sudden knock on the door would have had me jump right in the air, hose nozzle in my butt dick straight up too.

I still had the hard on while I sat on the toilet naked. Once I had expelled enough to help my condition, I got up and cleaned up the equipment and started stashing it and any other evidence away.. I sat on the toilet out of necessity for a little while longer after doing all that. With the evidence put out of sight my anxiety lessened, but I didn't actually masturbate until sometime later.

It's taken almost 50 years for me to accept the duality of shame and the exquisite pleasure of being an enema fiend. Part of the appeal of anal play and enemas is the emotional Ying and Yang of the wet naughty forbidden yet so unbelievable sexy feelings that go with all that fun❤🚀😈😜Enemas help me to center and truly love myself.

You know we eat out and people are not afraid to show how they eat and swallow food. I do not understand why people are so taboo about assholes and enemas!! Why is people so protective about showing their intimate parts and taking an enema from friends if they enjoy it and enjoy the feeling of having a bowel movement. Can anybody explain that to me why it’s such a taboo??

You know I’m a nice honest person very patient very understanding I try not to judge others and I’m not trying to toot my horn but I swear I wish I could find somebody that was open minded like I am and would enjoy enemas the way I do. It would be such a delight to be able to take an enema and give an enema to others that would enjoy the feeling and enjoy the release of the enema in front of others. I’ve put ads out there for people but I get no responses and I don’t know why that is the case either. I’m not looking for sex or anything out of the ordinary I just wanna have enjoyable times with people with enemas. Tell me why people are so afraid to share enemas with others if you’d like enemas…

I sure wish you lived in my area. I would definitely answer your ad. I would come running. I think most people are looking for someone who

is interested in doing many things. You are just interested in enemas and friendship--me, too.

I don’t feel guilt or shame about enemas. That would imply that something was wrong with them or me. I feel embarrassment when my girlfriend gives me enemas because I’m afraid of leaking feces or water. Enemas are great fun to me and the embarrassment adds to the pleasure. I don’t know why but perhaps that’s the crux of why we enjoy them. I’ve gotten over any embarrassment about talking about them with her and even is expelling in front of her.

I have been always ashamed of liking enemas and getting off by them. As a young child I had issues going BMs. I would get really backed up and messed myself until I was 12 years old.

In my early childhood my parents gave me enemas to help me go BMs. In short order I quickly discovered being given enemas caused me to get what I called tickle feelings. Naturally I started to play like I was having an enema by first poking my finger in my butt and then marking pens. I got extreme pressure from this.

As I got a little older I got more hooked on getting this special feeling. My mom caught me a few times and scolded me about this. She would say what are you doing to yourself. Why are you sticking that in your butt. I was honest with her I told her I did it because it felt good. She said stop doing that and never let me catch you again doing this. I am going to need to take you to talk with a doctor about this. You are disordered was the message I got from my mom. 😭 This made me ashamed of liking enemas. I felt odd disordered and like I was the only person that enjoying having enemas. I have just lately realized I am not alone in liking enemas and getting pleasure from enemas. I have had sex normally but to me normal sex is nothing and boring. So I still have my secret life with enemas. I still feel ashamed of myself sadly.

My mom caught me a few times and scolded me about this. ……….I am going to need to take you to talk with a doctor about this.

I'm sure my parent figured out my love of enemas at some point in my life. Glad they never confronted me about it. I felt guilt/ashamed enough about it without having to worry about being taken to a doctor about it. 😳

Why, the shame of enemas?

I guess I have always been open about my love for taking enemas.

In fact, My mother thought that I was absolutely crazy to want to take enemas.

She tried to embarrass me first when I had gone to great lengths to have her give me my first adult enema with a bag.

You see a neighbor girl, who I was friends with, had told me that her Mother had given her an adult enema with her douche bag that morning and that it felt great.

Well, that prompter me to want one so I went straight into our house and asked Mom for one! You should have seen her face!

She looked at me like I had a screw loose or something.

i asked her for one for weeks, and when Mom didn’t give me one, I enlisted her Mother, my Mee Maw, to talk to her on my behalf, which she did!

And that was not all, Mam Maw even went so far as to buy my Mom a bag to do it with.

Well, my enema did not happen immediately, but it did happen!

I can remember Mom coming into bathroom as I was expelling it and saying to me, “Mike, I just don’t understand you and your obsession with enemas! You are one weird boy!”

I really liked the way that adult enema felt, so at every opportunity that presented itself, I asked her for one. Some times, Mother cooperate, and other times she didn’t!

I guess she got tired of my constant asking her to give me those things, so she took me to our doctor, who tried to explain to me that enemas were not good for me… in reality I think she again was just trying to embarrass me.

A month or so later, she caught me as I was getting ready to give myself one.

You see, Mom and Mam Maw were supposed to have gone shopping in a neighboring town. But, they undoubtedly had forgotten something and had returned home to get it.

Anyway, I had just filled the bag and was screwing the adapter plug into the bottle when Mom appeared in the bathroom door.

She called for her Mom saying “Mama, look, Mike is fixing to give himself an enema!” They, both, stood there and watched me take my enema before leaving again!

Anyway, upon returning home, Mom went into the bathroom, pulled out the enema bag from the cabinet and right in front of me, cut the bag up with a pair of scissors.

A month or so latter, Mom and I went to the local Rexall drug store to get a prescription refilled.

While she was waiting on the pharmacist to fill the prescription, I wondered over to the female hygiene aisle. I was admiring the different bag sets and even had one in my hand when I felt this hand on my shoulder. I about layed a duck!

I turned and there was Mom!

I asked her if she would please get the unit for me since she had cut the other one up!

She became irate… she jerked me around and started saying to everyone in the pharmacy “my boy, here, wants me to buy him an enema bag so he can take enemas!”

People all over the store were looking over at us!

I said “Please!”

Mom, couldn’t believe her ears! She reached into her purse and pulled out $5 bill and said loud enough for everyone in the store to hear “Mike, if you want to buy this here enema bag, you will have to buy it yourself! I am not going to buy that thing for you!”

Well, I thanked her and proceeded to take the box and the money up to the cashier and I purchased me my very own enema bag!

The lady put it into a large sack and handed it to me.

She, then, handed me back my change! I hugged that bag to my chest and met Mom at the door where I gave Mom her change.

Mom shook her head and said, ”I don’t understand this boy!”

Well, when the two of us got home, I went straight to the bathroom and shut the door and began to put the syringe together…

Then, as I was filling the bag, Mom opened the door and watched me screw the adapter plug into the bag, hang the bag, bleed the air out of the red hose, smear Vaseline onto the douche nozzle, get undressed, kneel down on the floor, insert the nozzle, open the shutoff clamp and take my enema.

After, I had expelled the enema and put the syringe into the cabinet I went into the tv room where Mom was… she looked over at me and said “well, son, I won’t be trying to stop you from taking those blasted enemas any longer! I just don’t understand why you like th‘em so much! But, please let me know when you want one. I will get it ready for you!”

And you know what, she did and she even gave them to me every now and then!

I went straight into our house and asked Mom for one! You should have seen her face!

She looked at me like I had a screw loose or something.

Kind of funny and made me laugh. 😁 Wow, I was never that open with my mom about my love of enemas. Good for you and I enjoyed reading your account!

Growing up enemas were no stranger to most of us, as if sick from school for several days, homework was sent home. Be it boy or girl dropping it off, the first question was if I got an an enema? Kid's our age knew that “they got them too ” when sick, so a perfect embarrassing question while we lay in our beds. Many feigned having to pee and use the bathroom 1st, just to see if an enema bag was drying on the towel bar.

Kid's our age knew that “they got them too ” when sick, so a perfect embarrassing question while we lay in our beds. Many feigned having to pee and use the bathroom 1st, just to see if an enema bag was drying on the towel bar.

What nosy little things… 😉

Many feigned having to pee and use the bathroom 1st, just to see if an enema bag was drying on the towel bar..

Even though I lived in a large apartment house when young, for some reason I very rarely went into a friends apartment - I always* waited outside in the hallway for them to come out - so I never saw an enema bag in someone else's bathroom. *There was one time I did go into my friend's apartment when he let me in (instead of his parents opening the door) and both he and his older sister were in their underwear and he tearfully said they had been spanked! It was a bit shocking and decided I best quickly leaved - and just as I did I caught a glimpse of his mother who was in just girdle and bra! Very strange, very weird I know…

I knew my wife didn't associate enemas with anything sexual so I introduced them as a medical need. When she saw the results of the enema she started to understand why I liked them. Now she asks if it is medical or sexual. The road was long but worthwhile.

Luckily, even starting enemas for myself at age 5, now 70, I’ve never had any shame or similar emotions about liking enemas with my orgasms. For a number of years like others here, I wondered if I was the only sexual enema lover on Earth, but after finding enemas in Playboy, Penthouse and then other special specific fetish magazines, I found relief. Now I do keep it private, only with wives or girlfriends, but that’s to avoid embarrassment from the intolerant public, not because I feel shameful, dirty or sinful when I take an enema or give one to my partner.

Eric

There is nothing to be ashamed of. I can deal with scat and that mess. If you changed adult diaper play, well enema and scats is better in my opinion. I don't mind enema play and will tell anyone. Why be ashamed of myself and what I like. I love it

I thinks it's because they are an extremely private and intimate activity. Most folks don't talk about ‘intimate’ subjects.