How many had enemas as a young child?

I don't remember when I started to receive enemas, but I know I was about 5-6 years old. First time I remember receiving an enema I was about 8-9 years old.

As a kindergartner, I knew what a bulb syringe was even though I don't remember it being used on me. My mom must have given me an enema with it when I was younger than five; how else would I know what it was for? I used to sneak the enema bulb out of the closet and play with it when mom was busy doing other things.

Reading through all of these replies is so fascinating to me because I never, ever had an enema done on me when I was younger. I’ve never had one done at all. I really have to wonder what it feels like. After hearing all the accounts here I am definitely becoming very curious about it.

I was given enemas regularly by my mother, from about age three, to around eight years of age. I see nothing wrong, regardless of the age, as long as the enemas are given for medicinal purposes, and NOT because the caregiver is ‘Getting Off’, over it. There's a lot of incredibly Screwed-Up parents out there, looking for that ‘Opportunity’.

Yes age 5-6 already had a few. I cannot remember a thing before that age, but probably mom started much earlier with the bulb.

Was never had them until l started on my own at age fourteen. they should be given if ‘’needed'' l guess.

I can remember the first enemas from about the age of 5; a year before I went to school. They stayed with me until I was 12 or 13.

As I've written in other threads, I hated having an enema administered to me. I had the impression that the nozzles, colon tubes and the tips of the rubber bulbs knew my colon better than I did.

I never had an enema as a child, the only one i've had was at a play doc a few years ago, and it was the most disgusting experience in my life, i really cant see why this site is just so full of enema talk all the while, it's definately not for me, but each to their own fetish i suppose.

I had enema at 14. It was very embarrassing.

For me around the age 4-5. Growing up in the 60's it want uncommon to be given enemas, Being sick or staying home from school and enema would be waiting for you in the bathroom,

I can remember the first enemas from about the age of 5; a year before I went to school. They stayed with me until I was 12 or 13.

As I've written in other threads, I hated having an enema administered to me. I had the impression that the nozzles, colon tubes and the tips of the rubber bulbs knew my colon better than I did.

I know that, it was the same for me. From 4 years to 7 almost every day. From 8 to 13 years twice a week. I was a restrainer.

The answer is yes. My mother gave me 5 to 6 enemas that I can remember before I reached the age of 12, which is when I began self-administering. I remember them all fondly, and only wish she had given me more, even though I didn’t like them at the time. In fact, looking back on the fear I felt while worrying that she might give me an enema when I stayed home sick from school, is one of my biggest turn-ons today. Also in fact, I feel sorry for anyone who didn’t get to experience this intimate treatment at the hands of their mother. Just recalling those intimately tantalizing experiences as an adult continues to bring me immense pleasure at my advanced age of 81.

I am not sure how young are we considering young I guess. My enjoyment of enemas started when I was however old you are in the fifth of sixth grade. I found the enema equipment left hanging to dry from the hook on the back of the bathroom door. I proceeded to figure it out and was instanty hooked and that equipment was seldom ever dry again. I have been looking forward to my next enema ever since.

I don't consider myself to be someone starting young though. I may have been young to start flying solo but I feel like this is only a yes if they are given to you. Snooping around some more in the same area that the enema equipment was stored was stored I found a bulb syringe that held only a few oz, obviously for children but I never remember even seeing it let alone it being used on me even though I was the only child around. It could have been there forever for all I know I guess

Not as many as I now wish I had gotten. All total, I probably had ten or less starting when I was only three or four, always with the red combo bag while lying face down on our bathroom floor.

Around 4 yrs old and continued till 12. I remember receiving lots of enemas. That was the norm in the 60's.

I got enemas frequently from birth to age 13 by my mother. She had good reason though. I had bad allergies and Asthma ( then ) and the drugs they were giving me for those, left me dried out and constipated all the time. Enemas were the natural “solution” to that problem.

Mom stared giving me enema when I was 4 and a half. I got them at least once a week, more often if Mum thought I needed them. Eventually I came to enjoy them. ...Cos

It is interesting to me that enemas have become a more prescribed or suggested routine for kids who have a problem with enuresis or bed-wetting. While perhaps not the most common treatment these days, it is one that is advocated in some texts and on blogs for those dealing with the issues. Constipation is reportedly contributing to those difficulties.

While my older sister told me of my own enemas for toilet training prior to my recollections as a toddler, I have no reason to disbelieve what she has said. I do recall enemas as early as 4 years of age. My pediatrician didn't retire until I was 12, and I remember him telling my mom often "just give that kid an enema". I loved prunes and prune juice, but that didn't get things moving. The gas production could have fueled the heater for extended periods.

I was secretly self administering very early, and that diminished the need for enemas from mom or grandma. That didn't preclude them however. Claiming to be sick and skipping school or church was a sure trigger for their deployment of the enema bag, as were other conditions.

I started at age 4.

Our family of five had regular summer, Saturday afternoon enema parties out by the pump at the cow's water tank.

Both parents had played enema party with family and friends growing up, during the depression of the 1930s. They were described as both mischief and near sporting events like when young people go swimming nowadays. Lots of noise, chasing around and showing off. Life long friends continued to stay in touch over the next 50 years, and other close neighbor, friendships formed as well with similar stories, self included.

So, enema comforts are among my earliest, of fond memories. But during and after my military obligation in the late 60s, i had quit playing those games for the next 35 years. But not long after having to quit my regular employment, i needed them again.

@lzrd Sounds like a good time was had by all! 😄

...most "old people" who still give themselves the can, bag or bulb for pleasure have to look for the origin in their childhood.

I also count myself among these "oldies"…😎

I was 5 because I became ill on my 5th birthday. I was attended by a nurse and when I was getting better my mum must have mentioned constipation to her. I was taken to the bathroom and my pyjama bottoms removed and told to lay on my front. I had seen a bowl of warm water with soap bubbles but nobody explained what was happening. They raised my bottom and inserted the nozzle. I felt the liquid being pumped into me. I quickly felt the pressing need to get to the toilet but they would not allow me to go. The nurse continued pumping the liquid into me without giving me a rest. After making me hold it for ever I was allowed on the toilet for the inevitable explosion. Little did I know it but I was hooked for life.

The first enema I recall was at the age of 9. I had asked my mom for an enema. I hadn't plan on asking her for one. Just kind of blurted it out. Felt great and hooked me for life.

@Ken_from_S_E_Mich And she gave you one even though you had no medical reason to get one?

@Jacana said,

And she gave you one even though you had no medical reason to get one?

Growing up in the fifties and sixties, enemas were commonplace and used for a variety of different things. For example: When we were fussy, moody, or out of sorts we got an enema. If we stayed home from school, we got an enema. When we were sick in bed, the doctor ordered daily enemas until the illness passed. If we got a spanking, we got an enema afterwards to help calm down. Unfortunately, enemas and spankings have fallen out of favor.

@rick6981 Sure, but here it seems she had never given one to him… such a request must have surprised her!

@Jacana said,

Sure, but here it seems she had never given one to him… such a request must have surprised her!

Not necessarily. Like I said, “Enemas in the fifties and sixties were commonplace.” And conversations about enemas was also commonplace. Moms talked to other moms about their kids enemas. I know, because we overheard our mom talking to other family members and her friends about our enemas. Just like, we kids talked to one another about who had got or was about to get an enema. Another popular topic of conversation, among us kids, was who hated getting enemas and who didn’t. Today, those conversations are nonexistent, but in the fifties and sixties, they weren’t that unusual among close friends.

As a child, all the time I got enemas over my mom lap and every time I got sick always suppositories which I’m sure helped fuel my anal fascination and excitement

My first remembered enema (more on that later) was at 5 YO from a very serious nurse when in hospital for tonsillectomy. Mom and I arrived just after lunch time, I was changed into the standard open back gown, (not happy being dressed in "girls clothes") mom stayed with me until after dinner, I don't remember what I ate but shortly after mom left the nurse wheeled in a cart with a can and red tubing. Nothing was explained but she was at the sink running water and filling the can. I was curious but I said nothing. She brought the can over to my bed and hung it on a pole next to my bed. I stared at the white can and red hose having no idea what it was for. The nurse had me get on my side and when she tried to insert the nozzle I FREAKED! The nozzle went in, I calmed down realizing that it doesn't hurt, then CLICK and my first (remembered) enema was under way. Ok, not only doesn't this hurt, it feels good but soon I'm starting feeling like I gotta go! I don't know how much water I got, but after it was done she pulled the nozzle out and and put me on a bed pan. I REALLY HAD TO GO! There was no stopping, I think I filled the bed pan.

I told mom about it when she arrived the next morning, I'm sure I hadn't heard the word enema yet and I don't remember her saying much except to not talk with anyone about it. Soon I was taken to surgery and another traumatic event, they put the ether mask on me, not happy, bad smell, I went ballistic again, arms and legs held down.....then I woke up in a room with mom and one other kid and his mom, can't talk. One more day just laying in bed then home. I remember hoping for another enema before going home but that didn't happen. Getting back to my first remembered enema, when I got home I told my older (2 years older) sister Tess about it and that it felt good, and she told me "so you got an enema, mom gives me enemas with a red bag and hose, and I do them myself with the red squeeze thing she used on us and I saw her give you enemas when you were little. And I know where she keeps it." Tess perceived herself as an expert as she was already taking enemas by herself, and it wasn't long before we started sharing enemas together. I had 2 other sisters Robin, 3 years younger than me and Diane 1.5 years younger than me. As we got older I learned that they either hated getting enemas, or they were good at faking it. Never discussed it with Robin or Diane, but we did our share of teasing when we knew one of them got an enema!