Did your parents know about your medical fetish?

It dawned on me recently that my parents must know about my fetish. I used to sneak into the bathroom early in the morning insert the thermometer from the bathroom cabinet. My dad caught me once and took the thermometer out, told me never to play with it again and he spanked me for doing that. They hid it from then on. Anytime one of my siblings or myself needed a suppository, I would sneak them and I’m sure that my parents thought it odd to be missing those. It‘s humiliating for me to realize what their adult perspective was.

~ Hannah Hiney

I think my parents had a ‘suspicion’.

My dad made a few loud remarks about this. Once even told my mom ‘he is missbehaving, maybe he WANTS a suppository'. I was 18 years old. Maybe he just tried being sarcastic. Or just wanted to taunt me, not sure. I didn't actually get a suppo in the end.

I don't think they know. I still live at my moms so i try to hide my fetish as best as i can. But honestly, i don't think she knows a thing about it

My mom gave me enemas whenever i felt ill and i loved them from the very start. I distinctly remember hoping that i didnt get hard when she was giving me one…. I didnt but must have done something to give it away… either the way i moved or possibly moaned without realizing it….. and that was my last enema from her. It was never discussed but later she did confront me about whether I'd been putting her tampons in my ass… I denied it and it was also never mentioned again…. so yes,… i think she knew

I think so but too what level I don't know. When I was about 12 I was using a small 4oz bulb enema and had my first orgasm. It really rocked my world and the spasms lasted for hours. For years after that I would sneak into the bathroom and either give my self an enema there or sneak into my bedroom which was across the hall and do it there. I graduated to the bag and finally I purchased my own bag and moved up to a 16 oz large bulb. My GF at the time found out about this through a drunken “truth or dare” session. So she gave me a couple of bags over a period of time. One weekend while the folks were away, she came over for a weekend of fun and fun. At one time in the fun, the bulb enema came out. We were playing in the living room. After alot of play and wine, we went back upstairs to my bedroom and then too sleep. She left early on the third day shortly before the folks came home. I had spent an hour rushing around cleaning up and changing sheets etc. The folks came home and nothing more was said. Later that day I was at work when I suddenly realized I had not cleaned the bulb enema. In fact, I may have left it under the round coffee table in the living room. I rushed home and started my search starting with under the coffee table. The folks were gone so I had the place to myself to search. I found nothing. I tore the place apart and never ever found the bulb enema. My folks must have found it. I would have loved to find out what they thought but it was never mentioned.

I'd put $$$ on it as I posted about one occasion already but here it is again.

I had been sneaking bag enemas for some time at home. Once I left the douche nozzle in my jeans pocket and a few days later, I found it sitting on top of the laundry dryer. Nothing was ever mentioned, but yeah, I think Mom knew.

We were an enema-centric family, four children and the adult women. I was the only male, and got A LOT of colonic attention. Since we were all given twice weekly enemas, of course they knew. We almost always got our enemas together in the main bath or the guest bathroom. It was as normal for us as the all-American Sunday dinner. (BTW, we frequently discussed family enemas over the dinner table. On Wednesday evening, dinner conversation frequently included discussion of the enema session coming after the meal, and on Friday night, the Saturday morning session. That session started about an hour before bedtime with the administration of a bisacodyl suppository, sometimes followed by a second or third to get things started. Then, right at bedtime, after the suppositories ad done their work, a purgative dose of castor oil or Fletcher's Castoria. We slept in diapers Friday night, and frequently woke up with messy diapers. Mom and Gram never enemaed with us (They always did each other after we were finished.), but Aunt Ruth, who was only 16 years older than me, was there with the other “kids”, naked, breasts hanging into the tub, with her nozzle filling her with 1 to 4 qts of soapy water.

My parents dont know anything but I live with them so I have to be very careful and I can t do or experiment everything I want to

Ohh, lack of privacy is painful. I am very vigilant but my lubes and bag may be found. I wouldn't like it to happen.

I don't know if they knew. The subject was never discussed

My mother was somewhat overprotective, so she used to take my rectal temperature every time she thought I looked sick or tired, maybe twice a month. I enjoyed those sessions because she was always nice and gentle, caressing my buttocks as the thermometer registered , and I must admit that from an early age I kind of liked the feeling of my ass being penetrated.

A small incident took place when I was twelve and my mother stopped taking my temperature. I had developed some kind of cold, and I discovered my mother had lied to me about the thermometer readings, telling me my temperature was 38.0 and informing the doctor one hour later it was 38.5. I was very angry at her and eventually made her cry.

So, later in this day, both my parents came to my bedsite and told me they had concluded I was too old to have my temp taken as a baby and that I could take care of measuring my re myself. And they gave me a brand new thermometer which I would keep in my bedside table drawer.

So, from this day, I had access to the thermometer and I took full advantage of this possibility.

At least once a week, I would take my temperature to enjoy the penetration of the thermometer in my rectum.

And a few months later, I started to masturbate and I quicky found out that it felt so much better with a thermometer in the ass.

This situation lasted a very long time, as a matter of fact, till I left my parents'house in my twenties.

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Yes, my parents knew as I got caught a number of times. When I was young, the bought a new electronic thermometer, and fooled me into thinking it could only be used orally. Stupid me. Even after I left and went to live on my own, I got caught again. I had been in an accident and I was in hospital. Unbeknownst to me (I was unconscious), my mother had taken my house keys and used the opportunity to snoop around my entire house, also finding my thermometers. It was an interesting experience to wake up in hospital to someone saying pointedly: 'I happened to see that you have thermometers at home…¨

It was a very close call. When I was home the summer after graduating college, I was packing up things I wasn‘t going to be needing, separating them from the things I wanted to take with me. My father walked in and started looking around and found a “medical bag” I had put together and asked me, “what is this?”. I told him that those were some things the doctors at the hospital where I worked the last three summers and given to me as a “gift”. He said, “OK”, I took a deep breath, and made sure the bag was packed securely away.

My parents never caught me when I took the thermometer, since I always made sure they are not at home when I wanted to play with it. Still I suspect that they knew I might like it even if I never was confronted directly. The same with suppositories. I was also slightly uncomfortable when the topic was discussed.

Hmm.. always had friends, or some family playing doctor, etc.. so I'm sure they knew to some degree. My mother would find my gloves, etc, all the the time, and just “pretend it didn't exist” I guess. I was always playing in the sand with gloves, which she would buy me, etc too. Eventually, I just told them what I was into at some point. Hell, most people I know are aware I have PPE and procedural fetishes, at-least to some degree!

Can't out me if there's nothing to hide, and if there's an issue, I wanna know up-front so I can deal with it now vs. later! Besides, sure came in handy when our little rona-friend came about!

My mother gave me enemas since I was 8 years old. My fettish didn't take off until I was 13 when I had to go to the hospital for some tests. A succession of nurses gave me more enemas than I had ever received before.

When I returned home, I secretly purchased an enema bag from the local drugstore. I hid it in the basement between some floor joists. My dad installed some new wiring in our basement and found my box in the ceiling. I know he found it because he turned the box around. He never said anything. My parents decision to not confront me about this was a great act of kindness on their part. Perhaps they recalled their own enema experience as children.

Probably but I like to pretend they never did.

My parents were 100% aware, yes.

Not a chance! EVER!

My parent never did know about my medical fetish and that I loved rectal temps

I used to steal Feverall suppositories at the grocery store and insert a few in the bathroom and trash the evidence. I can’t imagine how humiliated I’d have been if I’d been caught by the store or my parents. I also took a digital thermometer from a daycare medicine cabinet. I was such a little ass bandit 😏

~ Hannah Hiney

I figured out I had a rectal temp fetish at around 14 after reading an adult mag that told a story of a nurse taking her own rectal temp. Brought all these memories back so I took the thermometer we had. My mom asked about it for the next three years. I know I had it. It didn't just disappear. After that I started buying my own.

Hannah how old were you when you were caught by your dad? Hard one to explain I bet. lol

I was maybe 2 or 3 when he caught me with the rectal thermometer. The discomfort/pleasurable feeling made my entire genital area to throb uncontrollably.

@Hannah_Hiney

I was and adult, and living on my own, so it would have been impossible for anyone to know about it.

I got enemas from my mom whenever i didnt feel good and always enjoyed them… never complained. I snuck them whenever i saw the bag hanging in the shower but dont think i ever remembered to dry it off. i distinctly remember worrying about getting hard when she gave them to me…. I must have moaned or squirmed without being aware becuase even tho i didnt get hard the enemas suddenly stopped….

I don't think so. I never collected any medical equipment and they never had access to my internet history so there is no way they would find out.

My parents knew alright, then didnt make a big fuss though ( which really surprised me tbh)

At some point I had used a bunch of my gear and left it in the bathroom to dry, ( sunday morning, my parents were in church) Completely forgetting about it, I left the house that afternoon.

When i git home my dad quietly mentioned “I might have left something in the bathroom”

No sh*t ! Had a big bag and 2 double balloon nozzles drying there….

Then never ever brought it up though, think my birthgivers were to awkward around that stuff to even mention it.

@Rinusch How old were you at the time? Must have been awkward…

@rtenesup Not sure, arround 18-20ish, lived at home for quite a bit, was hard to finda place of my own in the area, even back then..

There were some more incidents earlier, you know, a drying plug here, some random kinky stuff there, but nothing quite like that one.

I am sure that mom realised that I started to use her douche bulb and bag when I reached 12, but very intelligently she never asked anything. She continued to give me enemas till 16 and I also did self administration whenever I was alone at home.

I'm sure that my parents knew. I once broke the old rectal glass thermometer by mistake, long after I had transitioned to the oral thermometer. After having used it it broke while cleaning it and small droplets of mercury got out on the bathroom carpet. I kind of panicked and came up with some kind of an explanation. Dad helped pick the mercury up and said it wasn't a big deal since the thermometer wasn't in use anymore. At a later point my mum accidentall saw me opening a picture on the family computer that showed a male person getting his rectal temp taken. I tried to close it as soon as I realised what kind of a picture it was, but she still caught a glimpse. She laughed and later jokingly tried to bring it up around the dinner table. I managed to change subject and nothing were ever mentioned again. I'm sure she told dad though. It was very embarrassing. I wonder though if they ever reflected over the fact that they had part in me developing this fetishism.