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

I don’t remember that happening. It was rare that from Mom gave me an enema except during my mid teens when I got so sick. It was purely clinical, no sensations at the time. Mom’s remedy for constipation was prune juice, and it always seemed to work.

There were a couple of situations with my own family, with my husband and a time with older daughter, which I think I have referred to in the past. Husband was sick for several days, and he finally admitted that he was tied up and having gas pains. Great timing, honey. I was late for work, but I told him that I would stay home and give him an enema, his choice. I was angry. At first he said no, go to work, but then he said, just do it.

Daughter was a kinder, gentler situation. She was suffering a double whammy, cramps and constipation, the two C’s we used to joke about. I was sitting on the side of her bed, during a thunderstorm (It actually was a dark and stormy night!). If you want me to give you an enema, I’ll do it, but it’s up to you—something like that, I said. I suggested an overnight laxative. At first she said she didn’t want anything-she’d be OK. A while later, I checked on her before I was going to bed, and she looked at me, half pulling the covers over her head, and I remember her words, “I think I need the enema.” I guess that’s one good reason Moms are for.

The decision was never mine. Mom always gave us Enemas every Saturday, for health reasons, she always said. I guess it worked.

Mom’s remedy for constipation was prune juice, and it always seemed to work.

Ha, my mom seemed to be addicted to that stuff. Prune juice and Colace was her go-to choices, along with lots of enemas.

There were no If's and And's,, only butts. Mine when enema was brought up by Mom. I started out hating them and putting up a tantrum, but later learned to enjoy them without telling. If I was not feeling well that my other siblings knew about, they already knew an enema was in the cards for me. Sick home from school was another story. Mom waited until everyone left the house for school before my session would begin. One right away. One before lunch and nap / rest time. Then one before bed while the rest were downstairs doing homework or watching TV. We weren't stupid if one of us were home sick, as we all knew Mom's routine, but never said anything or got teased about the. Classmate kids bringing homework home not so much, as over the year's, many asked…… Did your Mom give you an enema? with a grin. This question came from both Boys and Girls, as we all knew that many illnesses meant an enema. Probably why so many posters here on Zity are from earlier times, or younger ones that got enemas from parents like us posting now here.

I can remember one time she said to me: “If you will refuse to get the smalll disposable enema we have to do a huge enema also against you decision…"

I already knew the pressure of huge enema bags by hospital treatment. I was afraid to get it also at home again. Therefore I didnt hesitate I lower my pants and bent over the bathtub.

Another time she encourage me by the promised reward of a new playmobil toy.

But most of the time it was without asking although she hesitated to give me enemas too long. Regulary I was already a few days constipated before I got an enema I wish I had got them more and even until teenage period.

No, but, I think I surprised my mom one day when I asked her if I could have a enema. She filled the bag for me, but left the bathroom when it was time to slide the nozzle up my butt. When I was all done, she asked me if I felt better. But, in my mind I was thinking how I wanted her to slide the nozzle up my butt for me.

My mother's only suggestion was that I had better get into the bathroom for my enema or I would be in trouble. The decision was never left up to me. She may have been a small woman, but you dared not cross her!

I've posted before about my mom suggested/demanded that I be given an enema after several days in the hospital after an appendectomy. They wouldn't discharge me until I had a BM. They also wouldn't feed me any real food.

At home we had no choice. If mom or grandma thought it was time, we complied, or else. There was no decision on our part. My sister was more compliant than I was, and often was rewarded for her cooperation.

I was starving and wanted out of the hospital. I was sharing a ward with 3 other older guys. Our nurse was quite personable and bubbly. She came in quite early and announced that it was “enema day”. The others all groaned when she asked if we all were ready and wanted our enemas. I didn't want to appear overly desirous, but told her that if it meant food and a discharge, I was more than willing to submit.

After giving a couple of the others an enema, one of whom had undergone hemorrhoid surgery, and enduring the complaints, it was my turn. She gave me the warm soapy enema and rubbed my back as it flowed. I tried to hide my involuntary reactions, but was assured all was well. She thanked me for my cooperation and winked at me after inspecting the effluent.

Mom had me out of there within the hour. She assured that my bowels worked well thereafter! My infatuation with nurses was in overdrive and I never turned down another offer of an enema.

On a few occasions ‘ yes ’ but then I always ‘ took her up ’ on her kind offer . Always ……………………….

Never seemed to have a choice. Was very sick at 12 years old. Lets see, would be spring time 1953. Got lots “O ” enemas from Mom, visiting Nurse, and a nurse in the doctor's office. Was always in bed, rolled up on your side , then Vaselined finger, usually cold Nozzle, and sharp snap of metal clamp. Always got damned good enema!!! When Nurse in Dr. office did it , she was the best, but did it fewest times. Things were so different then in rural areas. No I never had any choice in matter, just supplied a place for enema to go!!!!!!!

Never.

If she decided I needed an enema I was getting it!

No. Not a chance. I never got a moment's advance warning.

The decision was never left to me. Had it been, I don't think I would have gotten many enemas…

@sse4fun And did you see when she applied it to them?

@delia Have you ever had that choice?

While the curtains were drawn around each of us during the more intimate procedures, the noises and voices were quite audible. One could observe some of the preparations at the common sink, but the actual administration was out of view. We often talk about the “sounds” of enema prep and administration either at home or in the hospital setting. I still get a charge out of that to this day.

It may have taken several years before I could exercise my “choice”, but hearing and observing others reactions pushed me to be more willing and accepting.

The decision was always left up to me. If i didn't poop for a couple days, i asked for one and mother gave me one.

My mother suggested it was time for my enema(s), but it was not posed as a question. This was a Sunday ritual for lack of a better phrase.

Yes, always. She would ask, “Do you think a little enema would help?”

I would always say no. But then she would say, “Come on toni, it will help.”

I would say, “No.” Then she would say, “Well I think you need one and you are going to get it. Now go to your room and get ready.”

But at about 11, when I discovered how good it felt. As soon as she asked me I would say, “I think, well maybe, think, ok Mom. I will go get ready.”

Yes , always. She would ask, “Do you think a little enema would help?”

I would always say no. But then she would say, “Come on toni, it will help.”

I would say, “No.” Then she would say, “Well I think you need one and you are going to get it. Now go to your room and get ready.”

That wasn't a discussion - and the outcome was pre-ordained!!! Your mom didn't “leave it the decision up to you”!!!!!

This one is easy….No. I was not in a position to choose whether I would be given an enema or not. That was between my mom and dad. Once decided, I was called into their bathroom.

In my case there was no discussion or leaving the decision up to me. The enema was to be given regardless of my input. The show must go on……..lol

As I got older she would ask if I needed an enema. I always was in agreement. After the evacuation, she would sometimes ask if I wanted another.

I bet you know what my response was.

Hello I'm Maria. My mother Margaret always did in the early 70's when i was a little one and i had tummy aches. Been a long while you'd say but, oh well…. Time flies.

I readily accepted any suggestion of an enema & was rock hard on my way upstairs to the bathroom!

I did not have a part in the discussion .The linen closet was open and the equipment was was already out , and water was running .

Yes mom would say," well do you want me to give you the enema,or the ER ??

This would never happen in our house. When my mother made up her mind to give me an enema things were already in progress. I had nothing top say in the matter. The enema(s) were about to begin.

Janet S

No, when she decided that I would get an enema it was going to happen. I admit I always felt much better after…Mom is always right!

Only once, sometime during Jr. High, do I remember almost wishing that I would get an enema. I had returned home kinda later in the evening after nightcrawler hunting with a friend of mine and his dad. While we were out I got one of my legendary stomach cramps, likely from all the bending over. My friend's dad had to carry me up to the house from his truck when they brought me home.

Mom had me get my pants off and get on the toilet as soon as they left. I sat there and couldn't go, but I remember passing a rather inordinate amount of gas. That made me feel better but I was still feeling bound up in the gut worse than usual.

I wasn't asked if I needed an enema. I knew that I wouldn't need to ask. But if I did have had to ask for an enema back then, that might had been the one and only time that I would have asked.

I had even kinda, first and only time as a kid, hoped that I would get the bag that time instead of a disposable. Most of the enemas I got back then were disposables, but it was almost like she had read my mind that time. I did get the bag.