How many had enemas as a young child?

Yes as a little boy of about six years I would always be sick with fever and bronchial coughing. I always remember my mom preparing the enema for me. She would use the Pear soap dark brown glycerine and create a soap sud in a yellow enamel basin of warm water. Once the soap sud was made up she would pour it into a while enamel container that was connected to a red tube and a big black nozzle. Then she would spread a towel on her double bed and lay me lovingly on my side so that she could spread my bottom cheeks to insert the large black nozzle into my anus. She would rub my tummy and had already placed an enamel potty at the side of the bed. After a while I felt the need to go and she would place me to sit on the potty and defecate. She watched me lovingly and I felt her love for me. Ever since I feel enemas is a great way to express love to one another.

As I have mentioned before in some of my other posts, I got my first enema when I was four years old in a hospital because I needed to have surgery and that was still the standard practice in Italy in 1972. Each time I had surgery, I was given an enema. Eight surgeries - eight enemas.

In the fifties i was 8 years old after minor surgery i received 2 enemas from the night nurse in 3 days for constipation i was 'ot understanding what was hapening in my belly when th need at the end was frantic... this nuse used also of course the rectal temperature procedure and even strong sleeeping suppositoriesacting very fast

I too experienced enemas at a very young age, I started getting them when I was six years old for constipation. Even though I hated getting them as a kid and I found the whole experience thoroughly humiliating and embarrassing at the time, I liked the way the the enema nozzle felt during the repeated insertions of the bulb and also how the water felt when it was being squeezed inside of me. At six years old, I was obsessed with getting enemas and constantly thought and fantasized about them. Although I love enemas and feel that they are my greatest source of sexual pleasure, I think that it is probably not a good idea to give a child an enema who is that young unless all other options have been exhausted.

I too experienced enemas at a very young age, I started getting them when I was six years old for constipation. Even though I hated getting them as a kid and I found the whole experience thoroughly humiliating and embarrassing at the time, I liked the way the the enema nozzle felt during the repeated insertions of the bulb and also how the water felt when it was being squeezed inside of me. At six years old, I was obsessed with getting enemas and constantly thought and fantasized about them. Although I love enemas and feel that they are my greatest source of sexual pleasure, I think that it is probably not a good idea to give a child an enema who is that young unless all other options have been exhausted.

Allie ! - thank you for your comment !! - and especially for the words in the last sentence !! - never do it to a child !!

Many, starting around 5-6 yo. This would also include suppositories (soap sticks or otherwise).

I was given enemas by my mother on a regular basis starting around the age of two and continuing until just after I turned twelve. I know for certain that initially my enemas were needed for a severe GI disorder that started around the age of two. My health stabilized and I grew out of the problem around the age of eight, but the enemas continued, I suspect because mom just felt I still needed them for my health. Mom was always very gentle, patient, and kind when she gave me enemas, and they were never painful, humiliating, or used for punishment or other unwarranted reasons. She gave me my enemas with a small, white bulb syringe until I turned seven and was in second grade, at which time she started using an enema bag for my treatments. Once I had grown in to receiving larger “adult” bag enemas, a twice weekly schedule was established for me to be given them. Wednesday evenings and Sunday afternoons were our enema days. Wednesdays were always easy because I’d be given one warm water enema before my evening bath. The entire process usually took no longer than 20 minutes before I’d be jumping in my bath. Sundays were always a bit more challenging because I’d be given what mom called an “enema series”. My enema series consisted of at least two, but sometimes three, warm, soapy enemas. I was then given at least one plain, warm water enema as a final rinse. This routine continued until just a few weeks after I had turned twelve and had begun entering puberty. As happens to many young men, I got a huge erection while mom was giving me an enema. I had also just sprouted a fine down of pubic hair, so was now very reticent and embarrassed to be disrobed around mom. A few days later she told me that she thought I was now old enough to know when I needed an enema and also know how to do them myself. I felt as if I had both lost and gained something. I enjoyed it when mom gave me my enemas and all I had to do was relax and receive them, and that was no longer going to happen. But on the other hand, I looked forward to being able to play with the enema bag on my own terms, which I knew was going to be a joy!

Excellent question.

I would, however, ask the question as to how many 20+ yr olds got enemas when younger?

As enemas have clearly gone out of fashion, does it surprise when you discover you are in a minority.

If you like them, what part of the enemas do you like most.

Did the person who administered them enjoy giving them, and did this matter to you.

Were you told in front of family, and did this embarrass you , or did siblings suffer this also.

I'm sure enemas have not totally gone out of fashion, so feel free to explain anything you feel is relevant.

I too was 6 years old getting my first enema in the hospital rather than at home. It turns out I was severely constipated after all sorts of exams, I got the enema on day 2 of my 3-day hospital stay. I didn't understand what this was; the nurse just told me to wait. I needed a few trips to the bathroom before the required action took place. As for administering them to kids this young, I think every constipation case is different. I know I probably would have benefitted from them regularly.

As I remember, I was maybe 5 or 6 years old when I got my first enema from my parents. I was severely constipated. I kicked and screamed like all hell the whole time, and I hated it. Then over the next couple of years I received enemas for a variety of things (I remember once receiving several very cold enemas in a row when I was running a fever, and nothing else would bring my temperature down). From maybe the third or fourth enema on, they started to feel kind of good. I never let my parents know that though, instead I would kick and scream all the way through the event. I would also sometimes make sure that I would get stomach cramps by eating a large dill pickle and chasing it down with a tall glass of chocolate milk . . . an hour later . . . look out! I used to do this when I didn't want to go to school, but most of the time, it did NOT work. I was 10 or 11 when I finally decided to give myself an enema for the first time (both parents were at work, sister was out playing at a friend's house, and I was all alone). I used the old-style yellow latex folding syringe that was always hanging on the back of the bathroom door, filled it with moderately warm water and took almost the whole thing. Of course, I couldn't hold it for very long, but it felt great. From that time forward I would sneak an enema just about every time I was home alone. I don't think my parents ever figured out what I was doing. This is how my love affair with enemas started, and continues to this day.

I only had one enema as a child. I was about 8 Years old and I got it in Hospital from a nurse in front of other children in my room. The procedure was very embarrassing for me at that time. A few years later I started to self-administer. Today I am a big fan of enemas and find them sexually very stimulating.

I vividly remember getting enemas as young as age 3, possibly younger, up to about age 7. Always with a small rubber bulb, and always involving both parents. Mum would prepare me and put me in position, dad would always administer. Most of the time I’d be lying on my stomach, sometimes standing and slightly bent over. I remember the feeling of the nozzle making contact with me, then sliding in, and the water filling me up. I recall hating enemas at the time - but now can’t live without them.

I was given Ivory soapsuds enemas from as far back as I can remember until I left home for college at 17. Then met my enema buddy when we were roommates in grad school when we were both around 22 and have been e-buddies ever since.

No memory of one. Still have not had one (except by a virtual enema from a zity friend via chat!). Maybe one day, with that right person.

Mom gave me weekly enemas since my earliest memory. With her, she made it a non-event, but she passed the bag to my 4 years older sister when I was ten, then it started to be pleasant and fun. I even remember asking her to give me some because I enjoyed the way she did them and I still enjoy them, both done solo or given by my lover/partner.

It would be nice if we had a ritual of Saturday enemas or something similar.

I got my first enema age 11. I my mother announced that she was going to give me an enema because I had not had a bowel movement for two days. Seeing my mother and her naked rear end and talking about an enema started my rear end and enema fanticy. Not really old enough to have a real sexual fanticy After she gave me the enema I realized a fanticy of having a women puting something in my rear end and enema was enjoyable.

My last was at 17 a few prep enemas for my second barium enema and the last the next day.

I spent the first 5 years of my life living in Mexico. My family immigrated to the states in the mid 70s. I had never heard of the word enema until one of my brothers was sick and the doctor suggested that my parents give him an enema. I myself have never had an enema

I think I got 10 enemas from Mom starting at age 6 and going through age 11 when I started getting pubic hair..... always loved moms Amber latex bag being held over me filling my little rectum.

When I was young, I found my mom's enema bag in a brown paper bag in the bathroom. I figured out what it was and wanted her to give me a enema so bad. One day I asked her for a enema. I think she was surprised at the request, but, took the bag out and filled it up for me. She asked me if I knew what to do and I said yes. (another surprise). She handed me the bag and closed the bathroom door. I had to give it to myself. I wanted to be naked over her lap so bad for the enema. Never got it that way. The enema felt good by the way.

I had constipation issues from birth, so I was given occasional enemas when needed from infancy. My first real memories are from around 5 years of age. My love for enemas and anything anal started around 8 or 9 years of age. All my enemas from my mother were Ivory soap Bulb enemas. Which is still probably my favorite method although I now prefer J&J to Ivory soap.

I never received enemas as a child. My enema love affair began when I hit puberty and wanted to flush my rectum to increase my pleasure from masturbating while putting things in my ass. I can only begin to imagine the psychological effects of getting enemas from my mother. I had a tough Oedipal phase at that age at it was.

A Doctors note to my mother was found in my Baby Book instructing her to give me enemas. I was 2 at the time, 1945.

I never did when I was a child. I developed the liking as a young adult.

Yes many. I can say that "we received many", I say we received because we were all cousins, and I remember that my grandmother would prepare an orange bulb enema and go into the bathroom, then she would call us in turns one by one and do it for us. She had a pot with a lot of warm water and she would refill the enema each time we turned, I don't remember if it was pure water or if she mixed it with some medicine. But she did it once every two months and it was humiliating at all times, from waiting to hear your name and passing by or when she came out and saw that everyone was watching and knowing what had happened.

My first enema that I remembered was when I was 5 yrs old. I remember it was in the winter because I had been outside in the snow because I still had my snowsuit on. My Gram called me in from play, I didn't know the reason but when I came in the house she started to take my clothes off. I remember asking her if I was going to take a bath and she said kind of. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom where my Moms was with everything all ready for me. Mom was seated on the closed toilet seat with a towel draped over her lap. She told me to come a lay on my tum tum over her lap, I asked if I was in trouble and she was going to spank me, she said no spanking then I asked why and she said "because you have been having trouble going Poo and we are just going to give your bottom inside you a bath, I really didn't know what that meant but I did as I was told. That was my first enema and I really didn't like it and cried through most of it all my other ones I always fought through giving Mom a real hard time. A lot of the time getting my bum spanked in the process. Didn't start liking them until I was about 10 or 11 yrs old where I started experimenting by myself.

It was the cure all for my mother. Hell, until the age of 5 I thought I was a house plant I was watered so regularly.

I have vague memories of bulb enemas before age 5. At 5 I was given my first bag enema after I got home from kindergarten. I don't recall being sick, perhaps constipated? Anyway, as memory serves, one minute I was playing in my room, and the next thing I know I am naked in the tub with a large red hot water bottle hooked up to a red hose and black nozzle swinging over me. All I was told was that I needed an enema and then I was introduced to the confusing,exciting, scary, embarrassing world of enemas.

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