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

I think we are all aware, from our own experience, that when your mother said she was going to give you an enema, there was no escaping the treatment, and no amount of begging, pleading, or protesting would alter the outcome.

My question is this: did your mother ever suggest that you might need an enema, and leave the choice up to you? For example, the question “do you need/want an enema?” And then abide by your decision - and if so, what was your reply if offered an enema, and having the choice of yea or nay?

Delia

When i got older she would let me think it was my own decision. First she would ask in the morning do you think you need an enema? Couple of hours later well what do you think huh? I think you need one she would say. Then in the evening come let me give you an enema. But mostly she would say it's enema time come with me.

My question is this: did your mother ever suggest that you might need an enema, and leave the choice up to you? For example, the question “do you need/want an enema?” And then abide by your decision - and if so, what was your reply if offered an enema, and having the choice of yea or nay?

Delia

Loved the question Delia. Yes, my mother did often suggest that I might need an enema, and yes, she left the choice up to me. Had it been the first or second time that she gave me an enema, at age four, I might have said no, but at that age she knew better and thus an enema was administered. As I grew older, she did not force enemas on me but would ask do you think you need an enema. Because by that time I found that I enjoyed the feeling of laying across her lap with the rectal nozzle being pushed against my rosebud and firmly inserted into my rectum, along with the gush of soapy water flooding my bowel, I would just say, yes, I do need an enema, would you please give me one. 😃

I only remember one time I talked her out of the enema and that was a mistake. I didn't get a lot of enemas from mom, and not on a regular schedule, so when she determined that I needed an enema it was usually true. Since I didn't mind those enemas, most of my complaining was not so much that I did not want the enema, but the timing of it. Like, can't we wait until this TV program is over? She told me if I did not want the enema she was going to give me Castoria. For some reason I took the Castoria. The next morning I was sitting in class at school when it decided to work, nearly causing a very embarrassing accident. Never again did I choose a laxative over an enema if given a choice.

I was raised by my father.

I was ALWAYS offered a plan involving one or more oral laxatives as an alternative to the enema. None of the above was never an option.

The final decision was always mine.

I was in College by the time I actually told Dad that an enema was both pleasure and pain at the same time, and that I didn't always know how to deal with that.

He told me he sensed as much, and that was why he pushed me to self-administer as early as I could, and always gave me the choice of nozzles.

He said "It was and still is always healthier for both of us that I not touch you at all when I suspect you are sexually aroused!

In answer to the question there were three remembered phases for me as to this thread . During my childhood / formative years as to the home enema my mom was very much in charge but not in an authoritative abusive manner at all . When she informed me when in some childhood illness or as she deemed ' required ' that she was ' going to give me an enema ' that imperative statement was made in a calm tone of voice but with a certainty that yes .... the procedure was imminent and that she and I would be active participants as to our respective roles . I never questioned her authority in the home . Phase two was perhaps a mutual understanding on her part as she I am certain began to ascertain my growing affinity for her well administrated home enemas . The question then became that of : .... ' Would you ' like for me ' to give you an enema ????? when she sensed there was a health related need as to my frequent constipation issues of which she as my mother just seemed to know even when I did not share same with her . Then there was what I call a ' phase three ' interaction when I felt that I needed / wanted an enema at any given time where I would ask of my mom ...... ' Do you think you would have some time to ' give me an enema ' ????? often asked humbly and with perhaps a small bit of trepidation as well as to this so personal inquiry request I was never embarrassed to make to her . Such was my progressive experience as to the question thread . Once when home from the university and we were about to begin an anticipated early afternoon ' enema time ' activity session she indicated with her pretty smile that I made her feel ever so ' needed ' in this personal activity and that my confidence in her and love for her made her happy . Then she with a chaste kiss thanked me for making her feel so . Many years were to pass and when she became elderly she would make the same request of me as I had her when I as her son and only child became the ' parent ' and my mom reverted to that of the ' child ' as to the home enema . Even in our ' new ' role reversals , we both did well . Mom was good mentor and role model for me as to the enema so yes ..... all went well .

Yes, but I don't recall ever answering her. She would immediately answer the question herself and say yes, you need a good enema. She never wavered when she decided I needed to be cleaned out.

Thats almost funny. Once my mother or aunt made the decision, it was cast in stone. I would get so nervous knowing it was going to happen and there was nothing i could do about it. She would often let me sit there and stew for a half our or so, just another was to embarass me

Starting at age 10 I was getting weekly enemas from my mom. Those early ones were given on Sunday night (start the school week off right.) Sometimes, outside events disrupted that schedule but that change was always mom's call. Over the next couple of years, my weekly enema drifted to different days of the week for various reasons.

When I entered Jr. High, my schedule got more complicated with after-school activities. That caused more disruption to the schedule but mom started to allow me some choice of when I'd get my enema. It was never a choice of 'if' I get an enema, but rather 'tonight' or 'tomorrow night'.

When I started wrestling at school I discovered that I felt I more nimble and lighter if I'd gotten an enema the night before a match. These enemas the night before a match became a part of my pre-match preparations (and were 'bonus' enemas, not usually taking the place of a weekly scheduled enema.)

To be honest, my Mother never did, but one night when I was about 9 or so, I had a terrible stomach ache. I had not been to the bathroom in several days and I was really bloated. In addition, I was giving off some horrible gas. After trying to go to the bathroom and not having it happen, I went into the living room where my Mother and Grandmother, Mom's mother was sitting. Upon entering Mom looked up and said "what's wrong Mike?" I told her. Mom shook her head and asked "have you tried going to the bathroom?" I replied "Mom, I just did and couldn't get anything out." At that point my Grandmother spoke up and said "Mary, you ought to help him out and give him an enema!" Mom looked at her as if she'd lost her freaking mind. Then she spoke, "Mom, I think I will try something less drastic and give him some Castoria. If that doesn't work then I will do what you suggest." Wow!

There was a time that I had come home from High School constipated and was in an upstairs toilet probably grunting my head off to no avail.

My Mother had her girl friend with her in an adjacent sunroom and as I was leaving the toilet, after no result, she arrived having obviously heard me trying and asked me if I would like her to give me an enema. Her girlfriend was in the sunroom and would have heard all this and for all I knew might have even participated in the action and the thought of me becoming a conversation piece was shocking and I said NO I am fine and removed myself to another toilet downstairs where after some time and struggle I managed to go.

My Mother and her Girlfriend had many "overheard" conversations about enemas as the sunroom was next to my bedroom and I learnt a great deal about enema use and recipients by just quietly listening.

Looking back on this I would in fact have really loved my mum to have "fixed me up" then, but not with her girlfriend present and it was after this that I started to self administer and may not have done this if that one offered enema had been lovingly administered by my mum as others would have inevitably followed.

Emma

At a early age when mom decided that I needed an enema there was no getting out of it. At about the age of 12 mom announced that I was old enough to self administer. She showed me how to prepare the bag, with an emphasis on proper water temperature. When she was sure I knew what I was doing she left me to my bag full of soapy water. From then on when she could tell I was suffering from constipation she would suggest that I do an enema always ending with "you know you'll feel much better afterwards ".

As I mentioned before, it was like the seat of john was connected to a timer; when I sat on it for too long it would alert my parents and they would call out "any luck yet". Well their "luck" meant no luck for me since what they were really saying was "time for you to get an enema!" However, there was one time, when I was constipated, couldn't go, and felt very uncomfortable - so before I was asked about my "luck" I called out that I thought I needed an enema - which of course I then got.

When growing up if my mom ever suggested that I needed an enema, the choice was NOT mine. It was her way of telling me that a quart or two of warm soapy water was soon to be going up my butt.

From the very beginning, mom would always say "you seem to be very stressed out; would you like me to give you a nice, warm, soapy enema? it will make you feel better"

I grew up in a household where an enema was thought to cure anything. My earliest memories from age 5 to 8 or 9, she would just announce I needed an enema. No choice. Always staying home sick from school meant an enema no matter the ailment. Around age 11 she would just "suggest" that an enema would help. That would begin my protesting I didn't want/need an enema. She would keep trying to talk me into submitting to the enema until I agreed. I always felt I had to offer some resistance but never so much that she would relent. As I moved into my teen years she would just suggest I would feel better if I let her give me a good enema. I would reluctantly agree without protest. At that point the decision was ultimately left up to me after she brought it up. I don't recall ever turning one down at that point. But I never asked for an enema as It was too easy to feign a reason to get her to want to give me one. I always left her bring it up first.

With my mom, there was no discussion, debate, or resistance. Negotiation was out of the question and capitulation the only option. I'm serious when I say that self-administration was truly a survival instinct that developed at a very early age.

It's amazing that I found enemas to be such an enjoyable pleasure and procedure.

As for my Mom ever suggesting that an enema might help me with my constipation problem. Absolutely no ... Castoria, Milk of Magnesia or Ex-Lax, Yes, she suggested those plus Epsom Salt water and prune juice. However, as I stated earlier my Grandmother, her mother, suggested that she give me one once. And I or many occasion I definitely asked for one when she knew I needed one. Sometimes my request would be carried out, but in other occasions nope!

Interesting question: When I was very young, I'm guessing 3-4 years old, I got a few enemas, a suppository or two, and some oral meds. All of which I'm sure were not very pleasant. After that I never got an enema or anything. I'm guessing about the age of 14, I don't remember why, but out of the blue my mother who never took enemas, or gave them in years, suggested a physic. I had no idea what she was talking about, but it stuck in my mind until I had the chance to look into it. Those were definately the gold age, when enemas cured everything. Unfortunately it never happened.

Yes I was about 16 and pain. Suppositories did not work and my grandma asked me if I wanted an enema, I accepted. Nice moment

Never was asked. Around 4 the doctor and mom having tried many way to make me go and finally said two enemas a week would get thee big hard bm out. Mom set up Tuesday night and Friday night for that. Never asked it just happened. Never even thought odd anything except it was going to happen. Mom continued till I got married. Being done every week years after year I did not think thaat I should start doing them my self because it would bee waiting It was imminent on those night to happen.

My mother first asked if I wanted an enema. I've often said that I don't want to. If I still didn't have a bowel movement, my mommy decided for herself.. She just said I would get an enema and was going to get everything ready for the procedure. Then she would come to my room with a bulb and all the things I needed for the procedure. I saw him fill a bulb with water and smear its end with petroleum jelly. Then she said - take off your panties.

Yes, a few times. Mom was a stellar widely admired RN but gave me very few childhood enemas. Occasionally however she'd ask if I felt ill or constipated or had a stomachache and asked if I wanted an enema. Even though I told her honestly that they felt good, I rarely took her up on the offer. Even so for whatever reason, I later in life by about age 15-16 became a devout enema lover, usually mixed with orgasms.

Eric

At age 11 my mother announced that I was going to get my first enema. I had been bed ridden in the hospital and could not use a bed pan . I was nervous at first but the nurse that gave it to was nice and it felt good. When I got home my mother noticed I was still unable to have a bowel movement so she gave me another enema. From the time on I really enjoyed getting and giving enemas but was embarrassed to admit it. My mother enjoyed giving enemas but it was an embarrassing subjects

Why I hate enemas , if I didn’t have a bm everyday I got one . Have no love for them , my mother ruined that j

A tried and tested technique. Suggest it, will make you feel better, shall we make you feel better etc. Makes it seem like their is choice and made to believe it was your idea in to take one.

I believe she did, maybe a few times. I never objected to them whether suggested or told I was getting an enema. Since I knew she took enemas herself, I figured they were good for me despite any mild discomfort.

Later as she noticed my "growing" interest in enemas, Mom no longer mentioned the subject to me at all. Her last OTK syringing session ended with the firm statement. "You are old enough to take them for yourself."

Falcon 1...my mom and/or grandma required a daily BM or else an enema was given. I really resisted and disliked getting enemas from them. As I got a bit older, I started giving them to myself and am still using them decades later. Molliewhite indicates there was some reverse psychology that may have worked in her situation. Mom and grandma didn't attempt to talk me into it. It was total capitulation or else. I recall my older sister getting some options now and then, and she usually agreed and was praised for being "a good girl".

I did figure out that our pediatrician and his nurse were complicit in this idea that enemas were the quickest easiest method to deal with children and their toileting habits. I hated that the doctor always asked my mom about my BM's and told her "just give that kid an enema".

It's funny that they have had such a positive impact on me since then!

It amazes me that others had some say in what happened to them growing up. That was never the case for me. Decisions were one way, I was expected to be obedient and polite no matter the situation. When an enema was called for, either because of an illness, or due to constipation, that was that. The enema was prepared and I was taken to the bathroom. Bottoms off, over the lap, nozzle inserted, protests ignored. The occasional maintenance enema was only slightly different. Those times I would be informed that it was about time I had an enema, and it would do me good. These unexpected enemas caused trepidation and excitement. Hearing, “You haven’t had an enema in a while. A good cleaning out will make you feel better “ caused flutters and turmoil.

I am sure that I did not have much say before about 8 years old but then I guess mom thought I understood why someone would want/need an enema. If I complained of a stomach ache or acted unusual, the first question would be, "When did you poop last?" If the answer was anything other than today, she would ask, "do you want me to give you a little water?" I don't remember her using the word enema in those days. I might be able to delay it a bit but if I did not poop within a few hours I would be on the receiving end of the red bulb. But by then I realized that I usually felt much better after a good water induced poop that I didn't complain much. I only complained a little just so she would not know that I was beginning to like those enemas. By time I was 9 or 10 I started giving them to myself, and got caught, and she stopped asking if I needed an enema. I guess she figured that if I needed one I knew how to do it myself.