1950s, 1960s and 1970s how long it was between the time you were in the bathroom, and you knew you were going to get an

For some it seems quick, for others like me it was 10 to 20 minutes? I thought originally my mother put me naked on the toilet JUST to see if I would have a BM, and save her the trouble, but later realized her mind was made up, when having a BM didn't change my fate. I realized she always made my first enema while I was in the bathroom and I had to watch, and she was using really hot water to dissolve the ivory bar soap until the water was pure white, by running the soap over and over in her hand, and splashing it in the sink. She was also letting it cool, to the temperature she wanted. She always gave and took herself, very hard to hold, crampy, very soapy enemas followed by a clear flush, and always ivory bar soap. Thoughts?

My sister and I would be told to go undress in bathroom for our enemas. NO waiting bag was already hung from towel bar. She would tell us to hurry up and have me come kneel on bath mat, in front of her then have nozzle inserted. There was no wait time.

Often I would see my mother's rear when she was naked or partially clothed. The first time she said to me I need to give you an enema I was extremely excited and nervous. Imagining her naked rear end the she came into my room with a full enema bag, a jar of vaseline , and a towel was the start of my fantasy for enemas and women's rear end. I still get extremely excited when a women mentions she needs an enema or says she would like to give me an enema.

Maybe all of five minutes if I was ready for bed. If not mom would call and tell me to change to PJs or a nightie and then come to the bathroom. Either way, being called to the bathroom was all the advance notice that I would get. Usually, however, I'd sort of know what she was thinking about when earlier being asked when I had my last BM. If the answer was 3 or 4 days or “I can't remember” I more or less knew what was to be in my future.

Not the 1960's but in 1950's; if I may go off topic a bit - I'd be in the bathroom and sitting without producing a BM. My mom was very diligent about keeping track of the time, and it wouldn't be long till I heard her call out “any luck yet?” I can't remember my exact reply, but regardless, it would not be long after that till I'd hear the sound of a metal pot rattling around in the kitchen. That meant water was going to be heated on the stove and a very generous amount of Ivory flakes would be mixed in. Once the flakes dissolved I'd have to wait around for the mixture cool to where it could be given via the adult bulb syringe. Those bulb enema was extremely strong!

Saturday night was enema night! Make yourself scarce or get caught!

The time between being told I was going to get an enema and it actually being administered was about 5 minutes. Never had much time to dread it which was a good thing when I was young.

I used to dawdle while on the toilet regardless of the situation, so it wasn't an indication of being constipated. Mom just knew when I needed to be cleaned out. There was no, “Try to go." prequel. She prepared the enema and then fetched me to the bathroom from my room or foyer where I was playing. The elapsed time of maybe ten minutes from when I heard the unmistakable sounds of an enema being prepared to the summons.

Being sick was different. There was the rectal temperature taking first, initially preceded by a telephone conversation with the doctor's office, thence every mid morning while bed ridden. The longest time between knowing and getting was when seeing the doctor. An enema always followed his house call or office visit, so I knew from the time the appointment was made I'd be in for an enema afterwards.

Forever. As a west coast kid of the 60's and 70's, enemas never entered the picture until college.

Generally speaking -- once it was known I was “clogged up" and a enema was needed (per Dr.) I had about 30-45 minutes to await it while the warmed soapy water solution was prepared in the kitchen.On Mon-Fri. I'd get the enema @ +/- 6 to 7 p.m. On Sat-Sun.@ 9-10 a.m. This was the schedule in 1959--62+.

As soon as I walked in I would see the bag out on the sink. As soon as I saw that their was no getting out of it.

There really didn't seem to be any required amount of time that I was expected to produce a bm, only that I had to do one in the evening roughly anytime after supper and before bedtime. I'd say that I was usually given at least 30 minutes or so before I was questioned about being able to go.

This one's a non-starter for me, because my sister & I were raised on scheduled enemas, every Wednesday night and Saturday morning. So, we knew BEFORE we got to the bathroom that we would get an enema, actually two Wednesday night, and anywhere from three to five on Saturday morning. Once we were converted to dedicated klismos, and giving to each other for fun, we not only knew, we were enthusiastically anticipating getting enemas.

I have to go back to the 1950’s. When one needed an enema, mom didn’t do just the one that needed an enema, she did my brother, sister, an I together. She said, “if I have to do one, I might as well do all three and get it over with.” When she suspected one of us was constipated, that one was taken to the bathroom for a digital recital exam. Once confirmed constipated, she told us, “go to your bedroom and get ready, I need to give y’all a couple of enemas.” We were required to get the towels out, place them across one of our beds, get undressed, and be laying across the bed ready for an enema. Around age nine or ten mom moved the enemas from the bedroom to the bathroom. There were two main differences, the first was, she let our sister help give my brother an I enemas and she let my brother an I help give our sister enemas. The second difference was our position, she had us get in the knee chest position for our enemas.

At our grandmothers, it was different, it was one on one in her bathroom laying across her lap. We always got a digital recital exam first, then two enemas, one soapy and one rinse with salt and baking soda. Occasionally we’d get a second rinse enema if we didn’t take enough during the first rinse enema. As we got older she moved us from across her lap to the knee chest position. Another difference was, if she didn’t find us constipated during the digital recital exam, she’d say, “your not constipated. Would you like a warm rinse enema anyway?” Sometimes we accepted her offer for a warm rinse enema and other times we didn’t.

It varied for Me sometimes I would find out at doctors office or ride home> If that was the case including travel could have been up to 3 hrs before entering the bathroom. If at home once the closet door opened and the smell of soap was in the kitchen It was with in an hr she always made phone calls to others while making it up. once called it was a short time before before I was on the bathroom floor.

I always had 30-45 minutes “notice” before I'd get the enema in the bathroom.

Best recollection was little to no warning. My mother would get everything prepped, then call my sisters and me into her bedroom where 3 towels were laid out on the floor. Told to take our pants off, lay down and boom! Maybe better that way because we didn't have time to worry or fuss about it.

I don’t remember being surprised that I was getting an enema when I was called to the bathroom. It was discussed prior to being called to the bathroom. Maybe at supper it was noticed that I was not hungry, or if I complained of a tummy ache, mom would ask where it hurts and when I last went poop. Then she might say she would give me an enema after she cleaned up the kitchen. Sometimes I could delay it until after my favorite TV show but when she called me to the bathroom it was not a surprise what was going to happen. I never got enemas on a schedule, like every Saturday night.

Sometimes there was plenty advanced notice of an upcoming enema, sometimes it was a total surprise being called into the bathroom. Sometimes while sitting on the toilet reading from my stack of Little Golden Books mom would ask me to get up so she could see what I was “making.” If nothing, or not to her liking, she'd tell me sit back down and then go retrieve the bulb and mix the soapy water in the sink to “give me a little help.”

I remember the “ Little Golden Books ” too, but only to look at after an enema. If I was feeling sick during a long car ride home, I was told that “ I would feel better after we got home ”. About 20 minutes later and changed for bed, Mom called me into the bathroom, made to get naked and climb over her lap for bulb after bulb of soapy water. Then after getting a good filling, she brought in some of these books to look at while I emptied. Sometimes I got a 2nd round depending on the contents.

Most of the time while in the bathroom sitting on the potty I was surprised when Mom walked in with a bulging hot red combination syringe with black nozzle. Mom was very quick and before I could start much of a fuss,the little black nozzle was eased into my bottom while sitting on the potty. I always received my enema after supper before bed time when constipated and not having a bowel movement for a couple of days. The only time a remember being given a warning I was getting an enema was when traveling with mom and constipated. Mom would tell me to try to go potty now because if you don’t you are getting an enema when we get home. Lol. Jeanette

Mom always had us try to go before the Bum Bulb enema. I'm not sure she really liked giving enemas.

One time Mom was giving my youngest brother a bum bulb and I told her I couldn't go, I was probably about 9, she said after my Brother was done (we only had one bathroom then), I was to try and go because a big boy enema would make me sick to my stomach. I had never had a big boy enema and was concerned, so I sat there and eventually had a bowel movement, no enema. Like I said I don't think my Mom really liked to give enemas.

My next enema from mom was when I was 14. I was home sick with the flu and quite constipated. I had to suggest the enema, Mom was saying she would get a laxative or a suppository and I said “how about an enema”, she said an enema would work right away, so elected to get one. I had had a large volume enema in the hospital when I was 10, so I knew what to expect.

We had no set time or day in our house – everything was ad-hoc.

One Sunday, when I was about 12, I was traveling in my uncle's car to an event at my grandmother's with mom and dad. Only one of his two kids was with us. My mom asked where the other one was, and the reply came back that she was home not feeling well. My mom asked if it was anything serious and my aunt answered it was not but, just to be sure, she gave her a good soapsuds enema before she left. The lady next door was watching her.

My mom didn't say anything, but my sister, who was also in the car, looked over at me and me to her. We both knew at the instant what was going to happen when we got home. As soon as we arrived home, mom said to go upstairs, get into pajamas and wait for her. The smell of ivory soap filled the house quickly. We both got a bag of soapy water and a rinse that evening. That's the way it was — mom would have a conversation with a relative or even the lady next door. if the topic of enemas came up, we were in for it that evening.

Loved them ever since

If I was in the bathroom more than perhaps 10 minutes, and that's only a guess because it's difficult to judge time as a kid, or perhaps if mom heard me straining to poo, there would be a quiet knock on the door and she'd come in and ask if I needed “a little help”. I usually said no.

When that happened, she'd open the medicine cabinet and take out the Rexall bulb, open the box, and set the syringe, nozzle pointing up, on the sink rim, and fill the sink with warm water and drop in a bar of Ivory soap, then say “I'll be back in 5 minutes. Don't wipe and don't flush".

After about the allotted time she'd return and tell me to stand up. If there was a satisfactory amount of poo in the toilet, she'd let me wipe If not, I had to bend over and put my hands on the toilet seat and the bulb was used to give the enema.

Mom would come into my bedroom and suggest that I get a nice enema before bed that night. This might be all of 15 minutes advance warning because right after that she would get the enema bag from the hall closet, head to the bathroom and prepare everything. When I got called you could say “time was up.” When thinking about it 15 minutes was not a lot of time to get nervous and upset, but it also meant that when mom's mind was made up, that was it.

It totally depended on the situation,if I was sick in bed or faked sickness to avoid going to school about 15 min before she called me to the bathroom, if I was fully clothed and hiding or trying to get out of taking an enema she would March me into the bathroom and tell me to sit down on a little stool and strip naked! (I would be erect before I got my shoes off) the bag would be full and hanging from the door! There was no set schedule,enemas were totally random!

I never had any enemas growing up.

No more than five to ten minutes tops. I was told to be naked before I got to the bathroom. When I complained she explained that it was better than dealing with wet clothes.

She loved my Tush and rosebud hole, so instead of a bag she used eight ounce bulbs. Anywhere between four and eight. Once evacuating the soapy water she did another round as a plain rinse. My rosebud hole always got a good workout.

During a long car ride and not feeling good, Mom told me that she would give me the “ spritz ” when we got home, and the car ride home seemed to take forever. Always having to get into my PJ's right away, then called into the bathroom to just get naked. This wait seemed forever. While staying with my Aunt during Summer visits, she was upfront and told me that I WAS going to get an enema. 5-10 minutes, and with a bag.

I didn't have to wait in the bathroom at all. My mom would ask when I last had a BM. If I gave the wrong answer or couldn't prove it, I was told I'd be getting an enema. enemas were prepped in the kitchen with hot water and soap. The bag would be hung from the top of the shower door railing and a bath mat put on the floor. I was told to strip naked, lie on my back on the floor with my legs against the shower door. With my butt as close to the shower door as I could go, and one hand under my butt to raise it, the other hand held the nozzle in place as the bag was so high penetration was just enough to deliver the enema. Very crampy enemas with rapid fill of the hot soapy solution. Usually I couldn't take the full 2qt bag at once, which meant releasing the fluid and then getting back into position to take the remainder of the enema.