Did anyone get multiple enemas in the same day?

If I was home from school, sick, as soon as all were gone the enemas started. Never less than three, one after another. While this was happening I could hear the kids at school on the playground wishing I was there. After three or more enemas I was exhausted and went to bed gladly.

Sure. When growing up my mother always gave at least two - one soap-suds and one tap water rinse. If you did not finish the first SSE you got another, then the rinse. I assume it was how she grew up.

When I got pinworms, I had to have soap-suds enemas followed by a clear water rinse on the days following the oral medicine. It amounted to a lot of enemas!

Just recently I was given two large volume saline enemas in a clinic by an LPN prior to a colonoscopy since I was found to be inadequately prepped for the procedure, even though I followed the instructions to the letter and had a series of enemas the night before from my wife.

As someone said earlier, "One is never enough, it seems!."

Yes, I remember one day, i was about ten when she felt that I "needed an enema" and that I was going to get one. I was not feeling well that day and I was also acting up. when i got to her house after school, she instructed me to remove my pants and underwear and lay on the towel on my bed. My cousin was also there so she got to see the show. She if you asked me, on purpose came into my room and assembled her red open top enema bag with the red hose, metal pinch clamp and black Bakelite baseball bat shaped nozzle. She took her time doing this and was watching the expressions on my face. When it was assembled, she got up and went into the bathroom so i heard the faucet open and the water running. After about five minutes she returned carrying the full bag in one hand and the nozzle in the other. Then I heard her say to Debbie please open the door and help me give him this enema!. She was four years older then me and I thought I would die right there. They both came in and saw me laying on the bed bare bottom in the enema position. Hold the bag while I fix the nozzle. I glanced up and saw Debbie staring at me helpless. Then my aunt parted my buttocks and slid the nozzle in me. See Debbie i want you to learn how to prepare and administer enemas so when you have kids you will know how to do this.

I laid there helpless when I heard the snap of the clamp and the flood of warm soapy water fill me. They both just stared at me as I struggled to take the enema. See Debbie, if he complains, you lower the bag until the cramps go away. Finally the bag was flat and the nozzle removed. Only then, i could run off to the bathroom. As I did this, Debbie was laughing. After about I guess ten minutes, I returned to the room where I was instructed to lay back down. Then mu aunt said to Debbie, "Now, you will prepare the enema bag and YOU give him his enema, I want to see how well you will do. If he gives you any trouble, feel free to give him a spanking. I didn't say a word as they left to the bathroom to fill the bag. I think my face was as red as the enema bag as I lay there. I was given two more enemas. My aunt said to Debbie, you give enemas until the patient is clear!!!!!

Gtowing up in the 50's, from ages four to ten, the bowel cleansing routine I was put thru seldom varied. A full series of three, very warm and very soapy enemas, all that my aching belly could hold, administered to me kneeling naked in the bathtub, with my head down low and my bottom raised high. The soapy fillings were eventually followed by a clear salt water rinse. The purpose of the 'health' ritual I learned to endure was to insure a deep and complete internal cleansing as a preventative measure against childhood diseases and the evils of "poisons and toxins" silently lurking inside me. My care-giver was obsessed with colon health and enemas were her first and favorite line of defense. I was proud when I has able to take a strong, soapy cleansing of my bowels for her. That was her preferred treatment for me and I tried to the very best of my ability to to be a willing and obedient subject to the directions and coaching I received in the bathroom. That wasn't easy because, even at a young age, I was acutely aware of being "male" and the necessity of being totally naked for long period of time in her presence when getting enemas. No matter how embarrassed I was in giving my care-giver control of my body, I savored the feeling of helpless dependence in the bathroom. After being allowed to expel on the toilet and the results viewed, I was led back to the bathtub and slowly given the second, usually larger Ivory soapsuds enema that took several minutes to get it all inside me, a big one that came squiring through a foot long red rectal tube up high into my colon that often caused deep cramping and soon had me panting, moaning and sighing aloud for relief. During that first year of my treatments, I was trained to accept the feeling of discomfort as a necessary part of my colon care and I gradually grew to like a really deep cleansing best of all, although I was secretly ashamed to admit that I got this huge swarm of butterflies churning in my tummy, thinking about all the things she asked and expected of me. After my second filling and maybe fifteen to twenty minutes spent expelling the contents of my bowels in a series of noisy, soapy brown streams gushing into the toilet beneath me, I would start feeling tired. I understood, from my training, that we weren't done yet. As I sat nude on the toilet, I would watch her standing at the sink in her long nightgown and knee-length rubber apron, preparing yet another pitcher of cloudy white water with an inch think layer of frothy bubbles floating on top. She would stir the soapy brew and hold up the tall glass pitcher and look me straight in the eye. "Now I want you to concentrate on opening yourself up inside and taking it all for me. Every drop, young man. OK? It's going to be pretty warm and I made it extra soapy to help make sure that you get a really good cleanout today. We want it to flow up just as high up into your bowels as possible, don't we?" I would dutifully nod my head in agreement, because I wanted to please her with my obedience to her demands. "So keep your bottom up high for me while I'm giving you your enema and you should prepare yourself because you will be feeling a really strong urge to expel when the water gets all the way up into your colon, but I don't want you to until I give you permission to get on the toilet - and that will probably be awhile so that your enema has time to work, is that understood? No using the toilet until I say so. You will just have to hold in all inside, no matter how badly you think you need to go. When it starts to hurt, I will massage your tummy and coach you through it. O.K.? The rule in this house is that you follow my instructions, isn't it? So I want you to focus on holding your water for me, without leaking or making a mess for me to clean up. So wipe your butt and get off of the toilet. Come over to me and bend and touch your toes so I can get you properly lubed up once again." The one thing my care-giver was extra cautious about when I was growing up was my tight little butt hole. Keeping my rear orifice well lubed and well protected against irritation from the warm, soapy water and forceful expulsions was high on her list of priorities, just behind administering a deep colon cleansing, So several times during each session in the bathroom, I would have her well- greased middle finger inserted way up inside my anus and my rectum, slowly moving in and out, lubing me thoroughly internally with a slippery coating of petroleum jelly. I was grateful for all of her attention because my butt hole was super sensitive and I dreaded having a red and inflamed anus caused by the near constant need to expel the hot, soapy solutions churning inside my bowel.

Oh Lordy, how I enjoyed having my bottom lubed, her middle finger wriggling inside me and colon filled right to the brim, and sometimes times beyond, even though it often hurt to be so full inside. I spent six memorable years in her care, mostly on the weekends and then a month or more during the summer vacation away from school, taking enemas at her insistence and under her supervision and trying very hard not to loose all control over my bowels while waiting and desperately needing to get up onto the toilet. I dearly loved being the center of her attention for a couple of hours at a time, usually a couple of times a week during the summer, though her program of bowel treatments were often difficult and demanding. Those were special times for me when growing up and I remember them fondly.

Many times because bulb enema is too small

I usually got two in a session, sometimes three

I can't remember for sure but I assume that I did if you consider multiple enemas (soapy 1, maybe soapy 2, and the rinse 1 and possibly rinse 2) as multiple enemas rather a single enema series or session. Beyond that, I can't say that there weren't multiple sessions in a day (for example if I was sick, not holding down water and had a fever).

For my own pleasure, absolutely!

At first I took this question to mean multiple enema sessions in the same day, as in having a session in the morning, then one at night. The only time did something like that was when I was between marriages or steady relationships when I lived alone. As for multiple enemas per session; that's kind of a given for me - one is never enough.

Hi Again Everyone, I am very well versed on this subject... I am always given more than one or two enemas in a session, like most here, it is an enemas till clear series from my roommate and sometimes my neighbor and even a friend or two of theirs to help , either with encouraging me to keep going with the series or to take more solution...When I was growing up and living home, I am learning I am a lot like my mother was-- I am finding as I age it takes more solution and larger volumes to really get things back on track.. So when my enemas take place, it is usually a series that will last for 3 to 4 hours easily, including my holding or retention times... My mother was once given a series of 7 or 8 in one day, and not too long ago, I too had to go through a series like this myself, just to feel back to normal.. I will readily admit, I dont look forward to sessions like that, because they are very draining and tiring, but I will admit, during those types of sessions, I can never get more turned on or aroused with sessions like this...Especially if the enemas are being given to me by someone who does not hesitate to be stern or strict with me, as this is what it takes for me to really get the benefit from a good clean out...My normal though is usually 3 to 5 enemas in a session, and if I feel there is stuff left behind, I will ask the giver or givers to please make me keep going despite how much I might beg or plead to stop, I am thankful to those that do administer the enemas to me, are determined to listen to my former requests and not the latter... I know this seems a bit extreme, and maybe it is, but it works for me personally , and I always end up feeling much better after a lengthy session like this... Hugs to you all and have fun and always enjoy the waters !! Tammy

When I was in the sixth grade I missed the month of April. That year there was a measles epidemic. If someone in your household had an active case the whole house was quarantined. My older brother was in Jr. High came down with it first. So I took his bicycle and rode around the block. I want by a house that had three kids and mom came out yelling with a broom and chased me away. On my brothers last day in bed he touched the back of my hand and there was a bump and off to bed I went for a week. Being in a darkened room there isn't a lot you can do. Dad took an old alarm clock took apart and removed the balance wheel so I could wind it up and watch the gears go around. That worked for a while but my bowls were slow almost not working. Our Doctor called, keeping track of his measles cases, and Mom told him about my bowls were not working. He said "Give him a couple slow warm enemas they won't make him well (Like Susie #12 said) but he will feel more comfortable. She did the enemas and I felt a lot better. On my last day my younger brother and Dad came down with the measles. When they were better Mom was exhausted and took a week off.

I have both given myself and been given more than one enema in a day. I never have time and privacy these days so it's been a good while but I usually like to take two in a row.

Yes multiple enemas were not unusual especially for. constipation

Growing up, it really depended on the reason for the enema. You could always count on at least one if you were home sick from school. That would be given in the morning after everyone left the house, usually right after the temp take. If the enema was for constipation, we could usually expect 2 enemas, usually given within an hour or so of each other

The family Pediatrician (from infant to age 15) was pro-active on warm soapy water enemas for his even mildly constipated child patients. He never prescribed/advised for any "rinse" enema after a soapy water enema had been given. As far as giving a second enema-- if the first one did not clear out the clog effectively I never heard that happening by any of the neighborhood boys in the 1959--64 timeline. Depending on a child's weight/age one 32--48oz.warm soapy water enema bag enema was enough to resolve a constipation issue.

I've posted before but would like to add a couple of comments.

1. When I was on those antibiotics that constipated me, I needed the multiple enemas that Mom gave me, just about every other night.

2. Yes, enemas won't cure a virus, but they help with other symptoms.

3. These days, it is common to judge practices that once were common, by today's standards.

Sorry I did not finish my story. When I was home sick, usually constipated, Mom gave me at least three enemas one after another. When she was satisfied she put the enema can on the far end of the bath tub with the hose stretched out, to drain, with the nozzle. right next too me and I knew she would not return. After looking at the nozzle for a few minutes I wanted it back in my bottom so I got off the toilet and sat on the edge of the bath tub and put the nozzle back where it belonged. I loved it there so much. If I did not have brothers I might have asked Mom for enemas. Later in my teen year when the enemas stopped and I was home alone the white Jones Irrigator and I became very good friends.

Every enema session for me has ALWAYS been "Until clear"

I rarely take a "One and done" enema.

I typically run clear in about 3 rounds, but not always

My typical Sunday “cleaning” was two enemas. The first was with warm water and mild soap, which was followed up with a second of warm water only, as a rinse. This almost never varied.

Before two barium enemas I got more than two.

When I was a child and my mother gave me an enema, once I felt that I had expelled all of the soapy water, I was to call her so that she would determine if the enema was a “good enema.” It was a “good enema” if Mom felt that I was “cleaned out” to her expectations. If she was not pleased, she would give me a second enema. When I reached puberty my dad took over giving me my enemas, he too would instruct me to call him to inspect the results of the enema. Enemas usually worked well on me. Yes, I occasionally had to have a second one. I follow that pattern myself when taking an enema.

When I was 16 year old I had all four of my wisdom teeth taken out. It was done in the oral surgeon's office. The preparation was to stop eating in the afternoon. My dad had to give me two enemas before going to bed. I think they were spaced by 30 minutes. The next morning Dad had to give me two more before we went to the oral surgeon. Even when Dad gave me enemas, it was my mom who prepared the enema bag.