Did your Mother ever suggest an enema, but leave the decision to you?

Yes she did but as to the subject question her inquiry was when I was older and by that time I always agreed with her suggestion . For reasons still hard to be understood , from puberty on I simply could not turn down an invitation from my mother to give me a good cleansing enema at anytime . My mother understood over time my desire for her enemas and I do think that she began to experience some pleasure in giving them to me or so our conversations and activities seemed to confirm .

My mom was very loving but when it came to enema's there was never any discussing's she would administrate them while my younger sister would watch.

Never .It was always the doctor say's you need an enema

My mother would call our family doctor, describe my issue, answer his questions. This started at age 7. When my issues repeated, it was appropriate that she continued my enemas as needed. My constipation was resolved, I suffered the various childhood illnesses. But I also learned to manipulate the system by describing belly aches, or saying I felt sick and had not had a BM in 3 days. Some where along these times, I began to enjoy the whole procedure. At times i would look at the red syringe hanging up like it was a toy. Indeed, I accepted it as part of my entertainment. There never was a time I questioned enema use. Mom stopped giving me enemas around age 11 or 12. At 13, I was left alone more often and I started giving myself enemas. Being clumsy at first like when the hose slipped out with water all over the floor taught me the fine points of the procedure. Needless to say, enemas continuing into puberty had a profound stimulation of my sexuality. This including dating a girl 2 years my senior having similar enema desires.

Usually but not always when my mother asked, the die was already cast. I had crossed the Rubicon. For even if I answered in the negative she would continue to ask questions until she finally would say. "Don't you want to feel better?" When I answered in the affirmative, she would say. "Come on, let me give a physic." Sometimes she would say enema but it was usually physic.

When I got transferred back to Dallas, I moved in with my parents for a short time while I found a townhouse. Now I don't know how many of you have ever done that but I assure you it's difficult. You have been used to coming and going as you please but in your parent's eyes, you are still their little girl. I was 35 and a mother. I had just flown back from Japan and was suffering from jet lag. Mother looked at me and asked if I was feeling alright. When I replied that I was suffering from jet lag, she asked if I wanted her to give me an enema. I declined but I still snicker at the thought of my mother offering to give her 35-year-old daughter and mother of one an enema.

@ddell2, I always love your true tales. My "proper" Grandmother ALWAYS used the word physic.

The word "enema" is one I find exciting; whereas "physic" is bland and non-exciting - when I hear it I don't even think of an enema, instead I take it to mean taking a laxative of some sort.

@ddell2, I always love your true tales. My "proper" Grandmother ALWAYS used the word physic.

Thank you, Easy! Long time no hear from you. What's going on in your neck of the woods?

Great question to ask! Speaking for myself though, as a kid if I was ever given the choice (which I never was) it would of been NO 100% of the time :-)

When my siblings an I were kids, up too age ten, if mom suspected we were constipated she’d ask first. Of course, we answered in the negative. A few hours later, she’d take the one she suspected to the bathroom. Sit down on the toilet and removing our pants an underwear. Then, she’d pick us up, putting our bare bottom across her lap. With a jar of Vaseline, along with a hairbrush, handy on the vanity and within reach, we behaved. Next, she put Vaseline on her index finger, rubbing it around our anus, before slowly sliding it in our rectum as far as she could. If she felt a mass in our rectum, we all got a couple of enemas. If she didn’t feel anything, she went and got the other two and checked them. If she found something in them, we all got a couple of enemas. If she didn’t find anything in them and it had been a while since our last enema, we each got a single rinse enema and occasionally, a spanking beforehand, if we had been miss behaving.

I'm not aware of her asking or giving me a choice. But as I have written elsewhere, I don't remember the word enema being used because, as a word, it didn't have any meaning to me until I was in my early teens.

I suspect that if my mom asked me anything about wanting an enema, it was something like wanting some "nice warm water in my tummy" or some such phrase. Whatever she said or asked, my memories of the process are quite pleasant.

I recall when I was about age six or so, my mother and I spent the summer with my great grandmother in Florida. Summers in Florida being notoriously hot meant that playing outside also meant staying hydrated. On one occasion I remember being terribly constipated simply from not drinking enough water. I complained to my mother that I just couldn't "go" and that my bottom hurt.

Since we were away from home and our stash of Fletcher's Castoria, she asked my great grandmother what she had on the shelf in the way of a laxative for a six-year old. As it turned out, she didn't have anything but offered to give me an enema. Just hearing that word scared the daylights out of me. I had seen the ominous looking red bag on the back of the bathroom door and I wanted nothing to do with what might gush from it.

Almost terrified, I ran out the door afraid that at any moment I would be summoned to the bathroom to submit to a bulging bag. As it turned out, mom went to the neighborhood drug store and bought a bottle of Castoria . Before bed, she gave me the recommended dose and the next morning, results.

I have often wondered about that enema that never was...and what it would have felt like...and what would have followed.

Ah, yes...the road not taken!

Deb

Been there @debgurl when I once had the flu as a teenager & had my mom offer to "help" me with an enema. I wonder to this day what it woulda been like.

When mom was going to give herself an enema for pleasure rather than need she would ask me if I wanted one too. I almost always said yes. I missed those times when I grew up and moved away. On one visit she made the offer and I readily agreed.

My mother never suggested an enema. It was more like it time for your enema.

No, She either called me into the bathroom, where the enema was waiting for me. I never got a choice.

My mother sometimes asked if I wanted an enema, I always said no.

My grandmother, however, did not give me any choice ... if she had decided, a little later, I would have caught the straw in the ass.

My siblings an I spend four or five weeks with our grandmother after school was out for the summer each year. When one of us got constipated, she like mom, took us to the bathroom and our bare bottoms went across her lap. She checked us with a Vaseline covered finger inserted as far as she could reach in our rectum. If found not constipated, she would ask, if we wanted a warm enema to help us feel better. Occasionally, we accepted her offer and got a warm salt and baking soda rinse enema laying across her lap or the knee chest position, once older. If we didn’t accept her offer, she gave our bare bottom a couple of pats, tell us to behave as she put us down, free to leave the bathroom. If we were constipated, we got a warm Ivory soap enema, then a warm salt and baking soda rinse enema. Sometimes, both enemas were give across her lap, other times the soapy enema was give in the knee chest position and the rinse enema across her lap. As we got older, both enemas were in the knee chest position primarily using the douche nozzle. There were two differences between mom’s and grandma’s enemas, first, grandma used the douche nozzle as we got older, mom didn’t. Second, grandma gave us enemas in private, allowing one on one time. Mom’s enemas weren’t private, we got them together. In the bedroom, laying across the bed when younger, and slowly move to the bathroom as we got older, using the knee chest position.

This is a good thread, so bumping it up with this post… I had mentioned I recalled one time where I was asked, but wish my memory was better, especially as I became aware that I would soon be graduated from bulb to bag.

I can my remember my mother suggesting one once when I was old enough to fight her. I refused and she never asked again but the damage was done. I was a kinky bastard from that point on. Bend over!

As I got a little older and understood the purpose of the enemas mom gave me, she would ask the question, “Do you need a little water to help you go?” I don't remember her using the word enema until I was maybe eleven or twelve, just before she stopped giving them to me. But it was a rhetorical question as the only acceptable answer was, “OK”. I didn't mind the enemas, in fact I actually liked them, so most of my complaining was not that I did not need the enema, but when it would happen, like, can we wait until this TV show is done? I only remember one time I talked her out of an enema. She told me she was going to give me Castoria if I did not let her give me an enema. For some reason I chose the Castoria. Never again! The next morning I sat on the toilet before school, and nothing, then sitting in class at school it decided to work. I nearly did not make it to the Girl's Room avoiding a very embarrassing accident. Never again did I choose a laxative over an enema if given a choice. Even today as an adult, I avoid oral laxatives if possible. I much prefer an enema. At least I know when it will take effect.

We (my sisters and I) only received enemas at a young age - probably under 7. It was NEVER a suggestion and there was never any discussion.

Nope..never. I would get pulled over her lap screaming and kicking.

It was in the middle of my high school years and I had gotten pretty bound up. I don't recall the reason, but it was very uncomfortable. My mom was in the kitchen preparing dinner and I asked her if we had any laxatives in the house. She said we didn't but that an enema would be a good choice and did I want her to give me one. This was the only time that the choice was mine. As I said I was uncomfortable so I said yes and not long after was in the bathroom getting an enema.

Yes ……. over time . When a kid / young adolescent it was the imperative of ‘ I’m going to give you ……… ‘ which then became that of ’ would you like for me to give you ( ???? ) to my inquiry to her of ‘ do you think you would have some time to ’ give me ‘ an ……… ’ . My request was always granted but was usually deferred to her schedule which was at times became later in the evening . My answer to the member question is a ‘ yes ’ with respect to my mother's suggestion the she give me an enema . She seemed pleased that I would agree to her suggested method of treatment for what she perceived as my health issue at the moment .

@emma Until what age did your mother give enemas to you?

I never was given an option on this issue, as if I was home from school sick, or a long trip in the car making me feel sick, she told me that “ I WAS going to get an enema ”. This led to my enema interests to today.

When I was around 12 years old, my mom would occasionally give me a choice as to whether to have an enema when constipated. I always agreed to the enema. At other times, I was simply told that I had to have an enema and that was that. By the time I was in my middle to late teens, the choice was left entirely up to me.

Not enemas.

Before Mom left, she prepared a series of “Notes” to me at different ages and stages of my life.

One, actually a multi page letter, is essentially instructions on “How to douche.” Sounds more like what her mother pressured her to do.

Dad says he is sure it's HER handwriting, not her Mom's

Not sure when or if he ever saw her Mom's handwriting, but I have established that SHE was an active note-writer.

There was never a question asked and no amount of complaining would stop the inevitable enema.