Why did mom increase the volume

Did anyone else get bigger volume enemas as they got older and why was it so important to mom and aunty for you to endure higher volumes ?

My home enemas from Mom and Dad stopped when I was about 7 or 8. I do recall being little and laying over my Mom's lap in the bathroom and getting an enema. The bag was hanging on the door. I don't recall the volume. My last enema was about ½ bag as I recall and I was laying on the bed. I did not experience a full bag until I had to have an examination of my colon and I was in my 20's. My then wife refused to help or participate so I had to give them to myself. I have dated nurses since then and they did give me an enema now and then but always used 1 qt of soapy water, never more.

Absolutely volume increased as I got older. It was part of the ritual for her to “get the water up there” for a “good enema”. A measurable level of vocal discomfort on my part would indicate to her that she was nearing her goal. As I became more relaxed and compliant with her bulb enemas, it soon became time to graduate me to the family bag. A single fill with half of our 2 quart bag was about all I could take at first, with the second fill (always 2 fills) draining the remainder. Soon I was taking a little more, which required her to “add a little more warm water" in the bag from the tub spout for my second fill. I didn't start taking full bag (2 qt.) enemas until I started self administering (at mom's suggestion due I'm sure to my uncontrollable erections). She would prepare everything for me and then leave the room, giving me privacy. I recall the first time she reentered the bathroom to refill the bag for my second fill and saw that I had drained the entire full bag. “You took a real good enema” was her comment. And “this will clean you out real good” as she refilled the bag to the brim.

The red bag always was full to start, but not sure i was given the whole amount. Of course the amount increased as i grew older. Mom was asking when I felt full, then added a bit more flow to be sure i had a “Good Enema”.

The whole idea was to give you a good clean out. That meant as you grew older the volume increased so as to get the soapy solution higher up into your colon. I was always instructed to take as much as possible and hold it as long as possible so it had a good chance to work.

To my mother a “good enema” always meant you emptied the bag or you got another. Up until age 12 that was whatever amount my mother thought was appropriate, but I believe it did not exceed a half a bagful. That red enema bag always looked too full regardless of the amount she put in it! At age twelve my mothers sisters, whom I called “The Coven” told my mother I was old enough and big enough to be taking a full bag enema.

Why my mother and her sisters shared such information is beyond me, but their conversations frequently mentioned which of my numerous cousins had gotten an enema, or was going to get an enema once they got home. Twelve seemed to be the age when we all graduated to a full bag.

My mother, of course, followed their advice and from that age until I got my last enema from her at age seventeen was always a full bag - two quarts. At first I had real trouble adjusting to the sudden increase in volume which led to several arguments and multiple refills. “It won't do you any good unless it gets way up inside! You cannot get a good cleaning out unless you take it all!” Eventually I was able to take the full bag with a minimum of cramping.

Now in my later years I find my tolerance for even two quarts is limited and I can rarely take more than a quart without becoming urgent. Now, my bride, who administers my enemas for IBS relief gets cross with me since I cannot take a full bag anymore. It seems everything comes full circle in time!

When I turned 11 the Dr. increased my warm castile soapy water enema volume from 32 oz. to 40 oz. for constipation relief enemas. I was not happy with a “bigger” enema at all--it added more time for the enema bag to go empty and increased the fullness/pressure feelings more intensely. It puzzled me why I never had a explosive release all over the bathroom floor before I rapidly got my butt on the toilet. A 40 oz.enema was a bigger “butt buster” than the 32 oz.amount but somehow I never had a “accident”. The Pediatrician was firm on the 40 oz.enema volume at age 11 for my body frame size and the type of constipation I usually had. It was still a uncomfortable but very effective enema.

The first enema I remember clearly was about age 4 for constipation when I was sick. I'm sure there were more before that. I think I got a half pint of hot ivory soap solution on the first bag, and a pint on the second. I was always positioned on the toilet, and mom personally raised and lowered the bag to make sure I took as much as possible. I remember pleading that I couldn't take more, and she would lower the bag. If I leaked a lot, she repeated that enema, and like others here have said, scolded me that I had to hold it for it to work. I always got two or more increasing volumes in a session. By age 6 or 7, I was getting a quart or half of the big pink latex bag with the adult straight nozzle. By age 10, I was getting almost a full bag, and by age 12, I remember her congratulating me that I was now taking a full adult enema, always two bags in a session, or more, if she didn't like the results!

Older child, bigger, longer colon. More volume, better clean out.

Eric

Some books write children enema volume as 50ml per year of age.

250ml for 5

500ml for 10

etc

My enemas went from several fillings from the red bulb from 5 to around 9, to our 2 qt. red combo bag later.

When graduating up to the bag, Mom never said a word until I walked into the bathroom and saw the red combo bag hanging on the towel bar behind the toilet. There was even soapsuds still running down the bag. She must have seen the fear in me, but said that “I was older, and ready for a Big Boy enema ”.

My 1st time was probably a quart of soapy water, followed by a rinse enema. In either case, she was in the bathroom as I sat expelling while she refilled the bag or cleaned up. I still remember sitting on the toilet and my feet still not reaching the floor.

About once a month I got an enemas on what my mom called “general principles”. It was administered until I had an urgent need to go. My mom would then inspect the commode and determine if she felt that what she saw was adequate. Occasionally I had to get it again. Quantity was never mentioned. The enemas stopped around age 12 when I started having strong erections before the enema actually began. Discipline enemas hotter and soapier were only different in having to hold the enema for a specific number of minutes or I would have to get it again. The 1 gal bag was the standard container for general enemas, otherwise she used the bulb. My preference was the bulb, which was easier to use and conceal for self enemas. Oh, I forgot to mention that today enemas are mostly good for helping to keep my prostate PSA down, although I still enjoy them, thank goodness!

My mother increased the volume of my enemas only because I asked her to…. She thought I was crazy to want to take enemas. At first, she would give me maybe a pint. But, one day while she was getting a second enema ready for me things changed. She had the hot water bottle in the sink filling it. When she had maybe a pint in it, she held it up to inspect it. When she was satisfied, she reached for the tubing that I was holding. Now, instead of giving her the tubing, I moved her hand with the hot water bottle in it back into the sink. I remember Mom looking at me like I had a screw loose or something. She, then, said “Mike, you can't take anymore water than what I have in the bag now.” I replied… “Mom, fill it all the way, I'll let you know when I am full.” So, Mom filled the bag all the way and I took every drop!

My mother increased the volume of my enemas only because I asked her to…. She thought I was crazy to want to take enemas. At first, she would give me maybe a pint. But, one day while she was getting a second enema ready for me things changed. She had the hot water bottle in the sink filling it. When she had maybe a pint in it, she held it up to inspect it. When she was satisfied, she reached for the tubing that I was holding. Now, instead of giving her the tubing, I moved her hand with the hot water bottle in it back into the sink. I remember Mom looking at me like I had a screw loose or something. She, then, said “Mike, you can't take anymore water than what I have in the bag now.” I replied… “Mom, fill it all the way, I'll let you know when I am full.” So, Mom filled the bag all the way and I took every drop!

Miker,

I probably would have asked mom for more enema, but I was too timid at the time. I’m just curious. How old were you at the time of this story? How big was your bag, 2 quarts? Did you ever ask her for even more later?

Mine were all from a bag, but probably not very big. My first solo was age 15 mixed with orgasms and I made it to 2 quarts within a month or two. I did that for about 40 years and then started reading Zity and now I normally take 3-4 quarts.

Thanks,

Eric

I never did believe my mom or grandma paid much attention to specific volumes of water or even level of soap. I do recall a few of those “enemas you'll never forget”. The volumes seemed huge and the soapiness pretty intense. While they were likely less than 2 quarts, they were still huge and I often couldn't take it all in one filling.

Hearing mom talking about getting soapsuds enemas in the hospital while in labor or prior to surgery, I don't doubt that she figured we kids could survive the discomfort like she had to. Those “enemas you won't forget” were attributable to my sister and I teasing each other or mom's allegations of us playing with her enema/douche bag. Those particular enemas didn't dissuade me from my infatuation with all things enema related.

@sse4fun

Hearing mom talking about getting soapsuds enemas in the hospital while in labor or prior to surgery….

From what I've read over the years, mighty enemas were given in hospital for specific reasons, not simply to make the patient poo.

Before childbirth, a mighty high, hot, and a hell-of-a-lot enemas was given the clean the woman of poo before delivery, but more to get labor started The intense cramping of the enema was thought to start and/or speed up labor. In fact, if a woman was past due, she'd very likely be given one.

Before surgery, the idea was to completely clean the patient out so they could easily go for several days without a poo for several days post-op, and a complete clean out takes a mighty enema.

I think it is normal that the size of the enema would increase with age, until full grown. The first enemas I remember were only 1 or 2 squirts with the bulb. As I got older I sometimes got more but I was always able to say I had enough at any time, with the understanding that if it did not produce, it would be repeated. My first bag enema at 10 started with a full bag but I only had to take about half of it. I was a young adult giving myself enemas before I had a full 2 quarts in me. Even today after many years and many enemas, I rarely take more than 2 quarts at a time. Big volume is not my thing.

I think I was around 11 then. Mom had just started using the bag on me.

When Dad put me on the 2-qt “Grown-up” bag at age 9 he just felt like I was ready.

Yes at 13. My grandmother started to increase the volume. To help me retain and take the additional solution she used a balloon nozzle.

As my sisters and I grew up, we graduated from small enema bulbs to larger ones for certain enemas to mom using a Higgenson syringe on us and then the plastic enema can or fountain syringe. My sisters each got a bulb douche syringe from mom as well as instructions on how to use it and a bag syringe for a larger douche. Our tummies got to be quite bloated as the final herbal enema was administered. Mom would use a balloon nozzle to help us retain the final enema for as long as mom felt it needed to stay inside us.

The first enema I can clearly remember was from grandma. I was laying across her lap in the bathroom and she used her two quart douche/enema bag that always hung in the shower. I have no idea how much soapy water she had in the bag, but however much it was, I was able to empty the bag. Once the soapy enema was over and I had released it. She gave me a second enema to rinse out the soap. I watched her fix the rinse enema and it looked like the bag was less than half full, but that’s only a guesstimate. As my siblings an I got older, the enemas got larger and larger. Till around age nine or ten when mom moved our rinse enemas from the bedroom to the bathroom. The soapy enema was 1½ to 1¾ quarts given in the bedroom. Then she gave us our rinse enemas in the bathroom in the knee chest position. I know they were a full two quarts, because she had us fix our own rinse enemas with her guidance. By the time I was eleven and my brother ten, we were taking two full quarts for both enemas and our sister was taking a little less. The summer I turned twelve our grandmother taught my brother an I personal hygiene. Then the next summer she taught our sister personal hygiene. Afterwards, it was made very clear to us, that we were responsible for ourselves in the enema department.

Daddy used a big enema bag but each time I cried or complained he stopped the enema and let me "go". He gave me 3 enemas before the bag was empty. I never had another enema so I have no way to judge.

The physiological answer is simple: the baby grows, so it can hold more volume. The psychological answer is a little more complex. We know, the enema is not only health and hygiene, but also play and pleasure. my enemas were always the best i could get and i remember mom promoted me to my first 2 liters just before my twelfth birthday. I remember being celebrated with many compliments and the phrase "now you are a big girl!" I think Mom did a great job for my physical and sexual health.

Kisses L.

I didn't know then. The bag always looked full. A few years ago when my parents moved I was helping them and mom said you may want to check and see if you want to keep anything in this pile I looked through it and found my baby book. as I was going through it the medical part was pretty detailed She had written on an index card soap suds enemas the first gave a detailed account of how much soap and how much water. The first part said 16 oz soapy water and 16 oz tap water. I think around nine again said soap suds enema and the volume doubled. I know around that time in life constipation was a real problem for me I had to get my first barium enema??

For me Mom started giving me about a pint when I was 5 yrs old and then from there just started to add to the volume as I got older. Mom didn't have a bulb, all I remember was the red open top enema bag. She used a rubber rectal tube at the end of the hose part. All I know is that Every time I saw her go into the closet and bring it out I would start to get butterflies in my stomach.

@Kid A pint for a 5 year old seems, in proportion of weight, like 2 quarts for an adult. Seems legit.

I was initially given enemas with a bulb, and the amounts went from just a few bulbs to what seemed like half a sink full of soapy water. Once I was graduated to the 2 quart bag it started about half full and eventually was filled completely.

I was expected to take all of whatever amount was prepared in a bag, which sometimes required clamping shut the hose for a minute or so. If I couldn’t take all of it, it started over again with a refilled bag. I learned pretty quickly to try to take it all ( at least up until I secretly began to enjoy enemas, at which time I would sometimes intentionally not take it to insure that I would get another).

I remember Enemas started as early as age 5. They initially were the bulb kind. My Mother and Grandmother both gave me a weekly Enema, and eventually they progressed to the 2 quart bag….red of course. I would get very excited the moment they pulled it from the drawer. Up until I was 14, I always received a 2-quart Enema and made to take all of it. Then, after I turned 14, my Grandmother insisted I needed to experience a bigger Enema since I had gotten so proficient at taking all 2 quarts. So she actually made me go with her to the Rexall drug store to purchase a new 3-quart Enema. My eyes about bugged out when the druggist laid several out on the counter. It was all so matter of fact, as if it were all just normal. She chose two, and off we went. It was that very afternoon I got my first 3-quart Enema, on my knees, and it was intense to say the least! I can still hear her coaching me…"That's it. Good boy. You're taking it very nicely…..etc, etc. I am to this day fascinated by large volume Enemas.

Sparks, I don't know what amazes me most. That at 14 your mom was giving you three quarts, or that you were taken to the drug store to buy a bigger bag! You say your mom bought two bags. Any idea why two? Did she use both at random, or? Did she take enemas herself?