Quantity of enema solution given you by parents as a child? How old were you?

My mom was the only one to administer my enemas. They were all Ivory SSE. She used her 2 qt red Davol bag and only filled it half way. I complained but actually grew to like them - as we all did. I got them from age 6 to about 12 when she believed I 'needed' one.

When I was 10, it was about a quart and a half from a pink open top syringe with a douche nozzle.

Never more than 2 US Qts

First time I ever tried one of my Mom's old 2 Imperial Qt bags, which I believe were bought originally by her mother while they were still in Canada, was not until I was thirteen and had already used a 3 US Qt bag exactly once! That was self-administered.

As a child I got a 2 oz bulb syringe, this was reoeated over and over till she thought she put in enough. Then we orogressed to the bag, she filled in half way this was about age 8, at about 10 she filked in all the way, but only made me take what I could hold, never fired

Our first enema group sessions came after dad was gone out for work. I only remember the screaming and commotion, not the enemas. Her mother was of course more experienced. After a couple miserable times mom changed her technique and we all began to relax a little. Then we found our-selves talking to one another about how brave we were in letting mom have her way. Then we were soon talking in anticipation of the good times. And again a little later, sister was wanting to play house and give the treatments.

Not sure but i think i remember getting butt washed at 4 years old. And by 5, it had become a party. Mom liked that we learned to appreciate them and always praised us for cooperating, being neat about it, not complaining, and helping to clean up. In fact we told cousins how a good time was had by all. I don't think she had a set amount, but felt that some was better than none at all, for sure! in late 40's and the 50s. In the 60's we were all serving ourselves, except our parents were treating each other, regularly.

The only one I got when I was 9 I have no clue how much went in me but the bag was full and hanging. As soon as the cramps hit I took off on all fours. The nozzle popping out and what was inside gushed out.

I have asked my sister about hers because she got them a lot or at least it seems like a lot. She said mom always had the bag full and would try to talk her into taking more. She didn't mean more than the full 2 quarts. She said mom would try to talk her into taking more when she would say she was full. She said eventually around 12 she could take the full bag. But it took her a long time to get to where she could take the full bag. She also said that she never enjoyed them from mom. But it did make her horny and after she would get in bed and play once she was old enough. She got her first when she was around 5. She has always as far back as I can remember had constipation. They used to try warm prune juice and sometimes it would work and others it wouldn't. They were always making her drink a lot of water. She has a condition called lazy bowel. That is why mom kept track of her BM's.

She said at 5 the enemas were just enough to where she had to go and sometimes it might have taken a few. She didn't mind the enemas because once she got constipated and when she finally had to go it almost ripped her. So she never forgot that.

When I was 12 years old my mother was convinced by her sisters - the 'coven' - that I was old enough and big enough to be taking a full bag enema as they did with their children. Prior to that my mother would fill the bag only until she judged it was "enough" for a good enema. I assume that was about 2 pints, although she never measured it except by her intuition.

I have always assumed that the Davol open-top she used was a full two quarts and after age 12 she always filled it to the brim. I have since inherited a Davol 'Comfy' from that era which was in my aunt's things and finds it holds only 1.75 quarts or just over six cups to fill it, although the bag has 'two quarts' embossed on it.

So I assume all the time I was getting what I assumed was two quarts was really not quite that much. When I was age 15 my mother switched to a Rexall Victoria which did indeed hold two quarts and she always filled that, and me, to the brim.

So If you have a Davol Comfy, you might want to actually measure how much it holds!

jd

@jekyll doctor: Really enjoyed reading your account! Reminded me of when I was a young and living in an apartment house in the late 1940's where down the hall was a nurse my mom would talk about enemas with.. I wonder if she, the nurse, was like you mom's sisters, encouraged my mom to graduate me from bulb enemas to use of the bag.

If memory serves me, the Davol bag I use and show in my avatar is a Comfy - ? It does hold a bit more than 2qts. I love the thick red rubber.

Just remember as a kid that the bag "bulged" to some extent, as I saw it hanging from the med. cabinet. When the enema ended, the bag was collapsed, and my belly was really stretched. Remember the cramping until I was allowed to unload.

The only thing I ever remember receiving an enema from was a bag. At age six it was a third of a two quart bag. At age seven or eight it was a quart, then at age nine or ten it went to what I thought was two quarts, but in fact was probably only a quart an a half. Then at age eleven, I know for a fact it was two quarts, because I watched her fill the bag to the top. A year later we were taught to self administer and enemas became our personal responsibility.

I started getting enemas around 15, started with about 1 quart. After a year or so I was able to take the full 2 quart bag. Now, I can take over 3 quarts on the regular, and sometimes even 4 on a really good day.

My first, and subsequent enemas were always with a bag. I never had a bulb nozzle inserted in me. The enemas of my early childhood were usually 2 pints of tap water, without additives.

It started when I can remember around 4 years old. The doctors told mom to give me a enema twice a week because my bm were big and hard. The syringe was filled and emptied enough to make me go good. There was a few times that I had her give me more because it did not work good. Mom would add a extra bulb fulls as I grew older. When I was introduced to the enema bag around 10 years old I seen that HUGH bulging bag. I told mom there was no way that much would good into me. She said that was just about what I was being given than. She poured it into a bowl and than got the syringe out and filled it the same amount of time that was squirted into me. I was shocked that it was about the same. Two quarts was soon flowing into me. It did feel like a lot more but mom proved it was not. Never saw that syringe again but the bags got bigger over the years. Was doing 3 quarts from mom just as I was getting married at 21. Thanks mom.

When I was home sick, I remember my mother talking on the phone to the doctor. He told her to "give him a bag." That meant an enema. He said to give him a quart. Back when you were 5-8 a quart seemed like a lot. Later on when I started to sneak enemas, I found that a quart only half filled the bag, when I filled the bag all the way, it bulged out and looked scary, that's when the folding latex bag was holding two quarts. Today, two quarts is a very nice comfortable enema, really easy to take, but three quarts is better!

the hoseman1

When growing up my thoughts were that the enemas were huge. It was only later that even in my early teens all I ever got was a single quart. Up to that point it was probably only a pint or a little more. It doesn't matter because every last one of those really worked. I can remember how it seemed that there was a poop explosion and I had to wonder where it was all coming from.

I was given enemas at the age of eight whenever I was sick with fever, cold, cough and chest infection.

I remember my mother filling warm water in a yellow enamel basin where she would use the Pear soap (glycerine) to lather the water till it was nice and soapy.

She then filled a yellow enamel can with water to he brim. It must jabs been at least 1.5 litres. The tubing connected to can was red rubber that was fitted with a big black syringe. She would then lay me on the bed on my side on a towel and give me an enema. Just near the bed was an enamel pot where zi would defecate all the toxins from my colon.

I felt good then and gradually I found that I began to like enemas. She would also take to the doctor where he would always lay me on his examination table, pull down my pants to expose my bottom for the lady nurse and my mum to see before he gave me a penicillin injection.

One day, when I was 5, I wasn’t feeling well, so Mom, an RN, decided to give me some enemas. I watched as she made soapy water in the bathroom sink and then scooped several cups of the soapy water into her enema bag. Soon, I was lying over her lap as she sat on the edge of the tub. After giving me the enema, she withdrew the nozzle, had me stand up and checked my tummy. She decided I could take more, so she added more water to the bag, had me lie on her lap again, and re-introduced the nozzle into me. She had me lie there for a few minutes before removing the nozzle and had me expel the enema as she refilled the bag, adding two more cups of soapy water.

Again, after my second enema drained into me, she had me stand up and checked my belly again and decided I could hold some more, so she added more water to the bag and then drained it into me.

The process was repeated for my third enema and finally we found my capacity. That volume was noted by her and subsequent enemas were that volume, though she always encouraged me to take as much as I could hold. I would watch as she scooped the soapy water into the bag and I knew how many cupsful she’d give me, and sometimes saw her add an extra one without saying anything. Eager to please her, I never said anything about the extra water and strained to take it, as I wanted to please her.

Whether I got a bulb enema or a bag enema, she knew exactly how much water I was going to get. I got soapsuds enemas from a bulb, with the water held in a big measuring cup so we could both watch how much I was receiving, as each delivery from the bulb could vary. Sometimes, she'd sneak an extra bulbful into me, which really filled me up.

Rinse enemas were given with her bag. Eventually, she’d totally fill the bag, even though I couldn’t fully drain it, but she’d have me take as much as I could hold, to take a “big boy” enema. My goal was to take the whole bag, and I was very proud, though very uncomfortable for a while, the day I heard the bag gurgle, indicating I had reached that milestone!

So, over time, Mom increased my capacity, though not all of the increase was due to me growing older. Some of it was her stretching my colon with the increased volume. By the time I was 9 or 10, I was able to hold a full 2 quarts. After that, she’d have a second bag ready for when the first bag emptied.

I still take high volume enemas, and as someone has noted, “The colon doesn't really stretch much without fairly intense pain…” As hard as I try, my limit is 5-3/4 quarts. Someday, I’ll take a full 6 quarts.

From 4 to 9 years du o 3 bulbs of 600ml, after 9 years 2L bag and 200ml olive oil bulb.

I was never given an enema as a child. Having questioned this, I asked my mother and she said neither she nor my father had gotten them as children either.

From the age of 3 to 7 mom always gave me 4 bulbs after the age of 7 it was a 2qt bag.