How many had enemas as a young child?

Funny, we are all saying the same thing. Found the bag, and tried it. Loved it, come back to it over and over. Have to hide the bag from an unsympathetic companion. not a player. Had one yesterday, wonderful. I wish my aunt had given me one. She was beautiful, and wonderful. It would have been a gas, esp if my cousins watched.

I have no idea how young I was when I got my first enema but I imagine it was before six!

I received many enemas as a very young child from before when I can remember clearly. I recall that my mother or grandmother would normally ask me at bedtime if I'd had a BM that day and more that a day or two of negative answers would result in an enema. Also whenever I was sick with a cold as they seemed to adhere to the auto-intoxication theory of disease as I recall it being explained to me. Also I can't remember exactly when regular enemas stopped but must have been around age 7 or 8. Unfortunately, I had little “private time” at home but I do recall several instances when I was able to self-administer.

I received enemas from the red bulb before age 5, and beginning at 5 mom began using the combination bag for my enemas. I have vague recollections of being on my back with legs raised on a bed or table for the bulb enemas, and much clearer memories of the bag enemas in the bathtub

Had constipation issues when young, still do. I was given enemas from a bulb syringe when small and bag enemas by 6 years old. Volume was correct for my size and increased as I got older. Full bag by 14.

Only one when I was nine. My sister had them a lot.

Got bulbs from around 5-7 by Mom, until a bag from my Aunt while my parents went were on vacation. Mom's were a red bulb and soapy water, and my Aunt introduced me the * RED " bag. BOTH had me in a Tee shirt and BVD's before calling me into their bathroom, then made to strip naked in front of them. I cried, squirmed, and put up a fuss over their lap until I learned to enjoy them. later on. Kept doing it like I hated this.

Starting at age 8 from my grandmother who was a nurse. They turned into a weekly treatment as my grandmother called them. The open top rubber bag was used hospital type since my grandmother had thT type of equipment at home . It's was the late 50s and enemas were very much main stream

I honestly can't recall the first time, mainly because Im old and it was a long time ago, but also i would have been very young. Certainly before 6 as per OP

I'm pretty sure I had a couple before I was 5. For the first, I remember fighting and crying as Mom & Dad tried to get the nozzle in. The second, I got some intestinal bug and had to have enemas. I remember only one of those, then when I was 10 or so, but that's it. I wish I had been given them frequently. I had lots of gas, slow bowels, etc. Enemas would have helped. Neither Mom nor Dad took them much, unless prescribed by a Doc. I have noticed that East Coasters, Midwesterners and Southerners seem to have gotten them a lot more. It's impossible to retrieve the stats, but as a Californian, they just weren't as much in vogue. Except with me. I would have enjoyed getting them a couple times a week at least to relieve the gas and slow bowels. As far as giving, I've always wished I had married a gal who was open to getting /giving regular enemas. I should have asked. Or told her that was how it would be if we married. But then I've always wished I was a billionaire, too…

Enemas were a part of my life from an early age. I can remember getting an enema as early as age three. It was on the kitchen table with an infant bulb enema. syringe. I was on my back Dod held my legs up while mom injected the enema. I expelled into a bowl at the table. Enemas continued until I was sixteen when it became obvious I was being sexually stimulated by enemas. Any time I was sick, no matter the ailment the enema bag came out of the closet. I didn't resist enemas, I actually was delighted when I heard that I was going to be given enemas. I see no issues in using them on children.

I can only remember back to age 5, the day before starting school. My mother gave me an enema after my bath and she gave me another enema in the morning. So no problems during a very stressful first day at school. Both enemas were given from half full red bag, in my bed. After a while, mom started giving me weekly enemas always in my bed face down or on my side. She gave me weekly enemas until I was 17. I enjoyed every one of them.

I had enemas every Saturday from my mom. She said it was to keep us healthy.

I was given many enemas by mom up until age 11 or 12 with the last one being also with grandma helping. It was Labor Day weekend and I was sick in bed with terrible hay fever allergies. The family had vacation plans which is why grandma was visiting. I overheard them talking in the kitchen while I lay sick in bed and heard grandma say, “well, let's just go ahead and give Michael a good ENEMA…."- which sent my heart whirling. Mom entered the room to have me lay on my tummy and take my temperature rectally: “Michael, hold still now for 5 minutes while I go check on your grandmother…” Mom went to the hallway bathroom and I heard water running. Grandma had opened the closet and I heard the unmistakable jingle of the enema clamp. Before long, mom returned and read the thermometer, then had me follow her while I was naked from the waist-down into the bathroom and glanced at grandma holding the big, red, bulging ENEMA full of warm soapsuds. Mom managed the hose, clamp and nozzle while grandma held-up the enema high overhead. As soon as mom released the clamp, the room filled with light and silence with the smell of warm rubber and soapsuds. I began to feel the whisperings of that familiar “weak” feeling of the warm soapsuds building in my tummy. Intuitively, mom asked me “Do you feel it going in, Michael?” I was breathless and couldn't immediately respond. Grandma was quick to lower the ENEMA, inspect its contents, then quickly raised it up again remarking: “Yes, its going in nicely…..” My enema memories have been emotionally imprinted my entire life.https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/87199

Somehow I managed to escape either the bulb or enema bag enema until about two weeks after my 9th birthday in ‘59. Most of the (maybe 10 or so) +/- same age neighborhood boys-pals or acquaintances got enemas long before I finally did. Some boys got bulb enemas in the age 4-6 range but I recall 1 boy still got the bulb at age 7.I’d say 80% of the neighborhood boys were transitioned to the enema bag enema at age 5-6. The Pediatrician I had then decided that it was time for me to get warm soapy water enemas with a enema bag to resolve my constipation episodes.

It seems to me that regular (childhood) enemas are a thing that only occurred in the US. I wonder why.

I've never really heard, or read about that happening in this part of the world (Netherlands).

I remember getting small bulb enemas before I was 5 years old. 1947 changed all that when I went to the hospital for surgery. The first night there I was given an enema out of a white porcelain can that held a lot of soapy water. I tried to fight it off but the nurse was stronger and held the nozzle in place while the water drained from the can. When she was done she put a bed pan in the bed with me and told me to use it. I think it was a small bed pan as I soon filled it up. Another nurse came by, checked the contents and took it away. I was embarassed beyond measure. I went through the same procedure 2 nights later only this time I didn't fight it. The warm water actually felt good. The bed pan is another story! Two years later I went through the same thing only with 3 enemas that I enjoyed this time. I have loved the thought of a nurse giving me an enema out of an enema can for over 70 years now. Where are all these retired nurse's now? I still want another hot, soapy enema from you!

I can't tell you the age of when I got my first enema but it likely was before age 3. For a few years I got them from a child size bulb and then graduated to the bag at probably age 7. My mom's enemas were always the same--warm water and Ivory. They always worked but I have to admit that I never really like getting one although I didn't fuss much either. The last from mom was during my high school years and I didn't have another one until I was in college and a friend told me that they are a great cure for PMS symptoms. She was right and I was hooked.

My mother indicated in more than one conversation that she ‘ gave me enemas ’ as an infant due to stomach colic and constipation issues which I , of course , do not remember . She did give me enemas in the privacy of our home from that time forward through my early adulthood .

My very first memory I have in life was being given an enema. I was maybe 3 or 4 years old. I of course have very little memory of it but I do remember being on a towel on the bathroom floor. I remember very vividly having something stuck up me butt. I remember fussing and crying and bouncing my bottom on the floor trying to get what was in my butt out. I can say that very first memory was so vivid that it remains with me a few decades later. I am sure that memory will always be with me.

I started receiving enemas much earlier maybe around three or four, mainly for constipation, but one time, mom wanted to go to the store and was waiting for me to have my BM. She brought a small saucepan with a dark liquid and told me that she would give me an enema. It was a small enema and I went to expel it but only the enema came out. I could feel that I had something inside and thought that I would get another enema but mom said that it was ok that only the enema was expelled and we could now leave for the store. I think it was an astringent enema since I couldn't expel anything but it. If I didn't go for two days, I received an enema that evening or the next morning. If it was Friday or Saturday, the enema would sometimes be a small olive oil enema given by a bulb syringe just as I was falling asleep followed by a soapsuds enema the next morning after I had gone to the bathroom. Then a couple of rinse enemas. I also got small m and m or Mayo enemas from time to time and herbal enemas, especially catnip when I was sick.

From about 6-7 on.

Yes, but very, very few, all from my RN mom.

Eric

I grew up as the only boy in an enema=friendly family. My sisters and I got them twice weekly, and my oldest sister (10 years older) told me Mom pumped my first bulb into me the day she took me home from the hospital. That was delivered with a 1 oz ear syringe. Over the years, our enema volumes increased until by age 15 or so, we were all receiving at least two, 3 qt enemas every Wednesday evening and Saturday morning. Those would be an Ivory SSE and a salt & soda rinse. Funny thing is: my two oldest sisters stopped enemas when they left home, but my immediate senior and I became strong klismos.

I haven't. I discovered them by myself, after reading about them in books and discovering a Fleet once in a blue moon when sneaking into people's medicine cabinets. It was only a matter of time before I tried out for myself what they felt like.

Not until high school, and I was giving them to myself. Never had one administered by a parent.

I was 3.5 years old when my first enema was made. I remember it very clearly, like a movie. The cause was constipation, and my mother did not have any remedies for this at home (tablets, suppositories). A woman next door walked by and said she knew how to do it. She went to her apartment and returned. After that, she and mom were very busy in the kitchen. I stared at it from the hallway. I didn't know what they were doing, but I was very scared.

Then I was taken to my room. It was the first time I saw a large orange rubber bulb. I was briefly explained what it is for. Then my mother took my panties off and put them over the knee. The neighbor opened my buttocks and put the tip into my anus. Until then, I was scared, then not anymore. The feeling was strange, but nothing hurt.

Hi—- some of us In this subject/post have great memories and I can understand perfectly why. Though anticipation was more traumatic of the child enema procedure, looking back on it what other processes or procedures were equal to the enema? Aside of course from the loss of a parent or close grandparent. Perhaps for the first time you spent the night alone in a hospital, etc. I knew that I must have had one before I was 9, my first memory of one. She said that mother used a red bulb syringe that I recallEd was in a shiny like satin purse looking bag. But the first one I remember was for the preparation part, and though I can’t tell you specifics, that one must have hurt because it was the same when Grandmother gave me the one I remember when I was in the 6th grade at 11 years old I thin. It was a Victoria brand in a rectangular box with an orange and black top design. The bag was red and not open top so it looked like a hot water bottle to me. I was at her house and staying there for several days, I was there for awhile but I don’t know how long really. She was not a big woman at all but pretty strong I remember. I ll explain why I remember this after I tell you that I got at least 2 more from her in the next few years. So I was in her bedroom waiting on the bed, when she told me that I was going to get an enema. And I was not to argue. Well I never argued w Grandmother that’s why I remember that. So she told me to sit quietly and I watched her get the box from the closet shelf. And she got down another smaller cardboard box. I told her at some point that I had never had an enema, and it was if I had done something wrong, she got pissed but later I saw it was for my mother. She brought the bag in and put it in the sink. Then she took the red hose and the only thing I remember about was that she pulled out this black nozzle with what looked to me like a small ball at the end and at the beginning where it connected. And unlike the drugstore ones I bought over the years this nozzle screwed onto the hose. So she had put soap in and what she had used on my mother and presume my aunts and uncle, well it’s something you never hear used now, but a little research years later endorsed that did not try and poison me though it sure did cause some cramping. Oil of Turpentine! Really, with Ivory shavings off a bar soap and hot water. She would use a long cooking thermometer to check in the other enemas I got. So she started to undress me and I was like Grandma I can do this! stop! So besides the cramps her next thing and a definite memory imprint was when she was impatient or whatever she took off my T shir. then maybe she used her favorite line, you’ll catch your death from cold in here. And hu up the bag on the towel rail by the bath tub on the wall. She came back in what was on me when I realized it was on, pulled over my head was a nigh shirt. Hers. It was long like dow to my knees and had this red print things, maybe flowers I don’t know, and a big floppy round collar with wh trim. I saw myself in the mirror and don’t remember getting into an argument because the next thing I remember was me on my back with something under my butt that turned out to be bath towels rolled up together and my legs up on the tub edge and Grandmother looking down at me and my nightshirt was pulled up and that ball thing felt like I was pooping outside in… that’s how I described it to mother I was told. And don’t recall much else. The next time I got one Grandmother came to our house with her equipment and again she said this time for the chills and “modesty sake”, she had mother get one of my sisters night shirts or robes? I didnt have anything that would be modest I guess by covering up the boy between my legs.

Sometime in the next few years when mother gave me an enema like Grandmother, I wore my sister’s (the younger one who is 22 months olde) jumper or if we have folks from Europe, pinafore (jumpers are sweaters there). So for me the cross dressing by older females to hide my budding manlines, combined with them looking down at me and inserting was no doubt the douche nozzle made those 2-3 enemas “memorable “ !!!! Sorry didn’t proofread— I hope it’s ok. I gotta go— Jaime

I had constipation problems as a child that were serious enough that they required going to the doctor. I don't remember exactly what he said after palpating my abdomen probably because he was mostly talking with my mother but for sure he suggested doing enemas till the problem is resolved.

I hated getting those enemas but somehow I suffered through them. I was laying on the side of the coach in living room with my pyjamas pants down and my mother did the enema with orange rubber bulb while keeping the water on the side in plastic bowl. Then straining on the toilet was also not so great experience. I often had multiple trials without any result. I think I had multiple day of such enemas but it probably felt like forever for me.

After the constipation went away I never had any enemas after that. It was just one time thing but it left some impression on me.

An Enema every Saturday