How many had enemas as a young child?

My very first memory I have of life was being given an enema. I was probably around 3 or 4 years old and my parents had me on the bathroom floor. I figured they were going to change me like they did many times before. Then with no warning I felt them rub something cool in my butt and I still figured they were just cleaning my bum up. Then I felt them stick something in my butt. It did not hurt but it was a strange feeling. I of course cried and fussed. I still can vividly remember it all. I stratred to kick scream and cry and bounce on my bottom up and down hoping to get what was in my butt out of it. I do not have any other memories of it just vividly remember being on the bathroom floor and bouncing my bottom on the floor.

I got from mom when I was having diahrea, messing my under wear. This started about 6 and continued until 10 or 11.

Quite a lot. And they were not easy enemas mom insisted the enemas needed time to work. They did. And I am still alive lol

I was born with bad allergies and Asthma. The needle injected drugs they were giving me twice a week since birth, left me dried out and constipated all the time.

Mom's 'solution", a weekly trip over her lap on Sundays, after church. No one thought this was anything unusual as at that time in history as most bathroom doors had a fountain syringe hanging on the back drying out.

While I hated the earliest ones I can remember, even as young as 5 & 6 I was liking them.

Since I got them once a week for my childhood up to age 13, do the math

52 weeks a year X 12 years = 624 enemas given to me by my mother. And actually this is only the regular weekly ones. So getting them when sick also the number would be over 650.

Wonder why I have a strong enema fetish ?

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Mine began age 14 and went on till 19,once a week ,so 7 X 52 -350

My siblings and I recieved many as a child. Mom always knew when we were.

“Mine began age 14 and went on till 19,once a week ,so 7 X 52 -350 ”

@Enemas365247 5 x 52 = 260.

Got my first at age fourteen, and that along with all my others were self administered with the exception of a few from pro-dommes.

Lots. Started out with glycerin suppositories at first. They never did much, but my mom would give me one to start off. Sometimes she would give me another one and give me another 30 min. After an hour, I would get a bag of soapsuds.

I am probably much younger then 95% of the people on zity. I know nothing about the “good old days” that most here on Zity talk about but, I do have one thing in common…. I got an enema when I was 9! I was very anally erotic from birth so that is probably why that one enema set the stage for all my thoughts.

The first remember is age five mum used bulb filled few times squirted it in made hell fuss but sort liked it to

My parents gave me my first before Kindergarten and I had maybe a half a dozen up through elementary school. I was pretty much solo during intermediate school and on.

I’ve been receiving enemas as long as I can remember. One small difference for me is at the “ really beginning to remember “ part my mom always used a bag and nozzle. I never remember a bulb. As I’ve shared before my usual routine was every Friday night after supper or early Saturday morning.

Yes, I received them growing up, whilst really clear memories start around preteen i'm sure there were times when younger then that with a bulb.

Many memories of many enemas from my mother. They were a regular routine throughout my childhood. Even had a couple at the Dr office as in the 50’s and early 60’s it seems like a regular bowel routine was important and often discussed among the family . Always was with a large bag and hose with the screw on nozzle. I remember them clear back around 5 or 6 years old and was not fond of them at first but as I got a little older and got used to it I began to enjoy them to the point where I would actually try not to poop on schedule so I would have to have the enema treatment. By the time I was around 9 or 10 I was sneaking in extras on my own. 60 plus years later it is still a big part of life and more pleasurable than ever!

I'm a 50's kid. I don't remember when the first enema flowed into me. I can only remember consciously when I was about five years old.

In my childhood, enemas were part of hygiene and especially dedicated to health. For most of my friends, I saw these torture devices hanging in the bathroom or toilet; Rubber bulbs in different sizes and designs, open and closed rubber bags with long rubber hoses and nozzles, as well as glass and enamelled irrigators. Anyway, that's how I came to know which of my buddies also had to get enemas.😎

The fate of an enema overtook me at least once or three times a week. The process was always the same. My mother lowered the toilet lid and sat on it, I had to kneel down in front of her. She filled a large enamel bowl with warm water, rubbed some soap into it and placed it on a small dresser to her right. Then I heard the bubbling as she filled the big rubber bulb.

Then Vaseline was applied to the tip and my ass and she quickly pushed the tip deep into me to immediately squeeze the bulb. She also decided over and over again how many bulbs I needed to clear the constipation, bring down the fever, fix my indigestion, or whatever the enema I just made was good for. In any case, the consequences were always the same... the warm soap solution burned inside me like fire and wanted to get out again immediately.

After emptying, two more passes followed, with the difference that only clear, warm water was used to rinse the soap out of the colon.

At about ten years of age, these enemas became less frequent until they eventually came to an end. In recent years, only one irrigator with a colon tube has been used, which has always been fully inserted. My mother was perfect at that.

Once at a friend's house I had a different experience. Adding this here would be too long a post.

I'm sure these childhood experiences played a major part in my becoming enthusiastic about enemas, administering them very delicately and gently and not using soap.

I only received enemas as a child when I was constipated. Those were fleet enemas. I did not enjoy them at the time. I was probably around 5 or so. I love them now however

I remember only having a few enemas as a child and it was only when Mom knew that I was constipated. When I would get lethargic or crabby, she would ask when I pooped last and that usually meant a suppository or an enema, only if we were out of suppositories.

This was first posted many years ago as Post 0 on the link below, but I will repeat it here. In hindsight, I think the enema syringe she used on me held about 2 ounces and not the 4 ounces I said in the original post below. Also, I am sure that I was naked for that enema because after she gave me the enema and I expelled, she put me in the bathtub. I remember asking her if I could play with the red rubber bulb while I was in the bathtub and she told me "No".

Enemas given as a child

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I got my first enema from my mom when I was about 5 years old. All I remember about it was that I had told her I was dizzy (I had been turning round and round in a circle late that afternoon [but didn't tell her that].) The next thing I remember was her taking me into the bathroom. I don't remember her pulling my clothes off, but I don't think I had any clothes on at all, and certainly no pants or underwear on me. I remember lying down the bathmat on my back in the bathroom. She had warm soapy water made with Ivory bar soap in the wash basin and used a small child's size enema bulb to give me the enema with. It held about 4 ounces I think.

I can still remember the strong smell of the Ivory soapsuds water used for my enema, so it was pretty soapy, and the sound of the air bubbling out of the bulb syringe when she would reach up and squeeze the enema bulb to get the air out and fill it with the warm, soapy water. Next I remember mom holding both my legs by my ankles straight up in the air with one hand and slightly back toward my head, then sticking the enema nozzle into my bottom and gently squeezing the warm soapy water into my bowels. Then she would pull the enema nozzle out and I would hear that bubbling sound as she reached up into the sink and refilled the syringe bulb with the soapy water for my next enema. She made sure the syringe bulb was full of water and had no air in it before she would stick the enema nozzle back into me and squeeze it again.

She must have given me 6 or 7 syringe bulbs full of the soapy water before she let me sit on the toilet to expel. I don’t remember her making me hold the enema for some time period to let it work, though she may have. I do remember that the enema did not hurt me or cause me any cramps.

I don't remember being at all unhappy about getting an enema and I am sure it was the first enema I remember getting. In fact I rather enjoyed the whole procedure of her giving me an enema, the nozzle being inserted and withdrawn and feel of the warm water as it squirted into me. If I was given other enemas before that, I have no memory of them. Unfortunately, that was the one and only enema she ever gave me. But it did make a very big impression on me for I have been interested in giving and receiving enemas all my life. It would be many years before I had another enema given by someone else.

I have to say that getting that first enema flipped my "enema switch" to the permanently on position. I have liked to get enemas ever since and have been fascinated with everything to do with enemas.

I only had 4 enemas since I was little not counting the fleet ones…in total a little over 30…but real enemas with the bag and nuzzle about 4.

Yes I had enemas given to me as a child. I got quite a few as I was always constipated I rather hold it and play than going to the bathroom. Sometimes only mom gave to me some times both would.

At about 10 they started giving to me with the bag

I haven't experienced enemas as a young child, my parents preferred giving suppositories so both my brother and I got those instead.

Well, I am still a diapered baby girl, and the diapering position is the ONLY way my mommy and older sister always take my temp. When and if they feel I need a temp check. I always have a diaper under my baby girl bottom and it is taken mostly at my diaper changes.

I do fuss and whine occasionally just like a baby. It is mostly taken before mommy is about to give me a Fleet enema or insert a fleet suppository into my baby bottom. When she hasn't changed a messy diaper in 3 days.

Only had one as a kid at the age 7, well 4 but only consider one as the real thing. grandma on dad's side was a giver.

I have a lot as a kid. At the age of 6, he was treated with oxygen enemas. Course 7 days twice a day. Then there was the break and again the course for 7 days. At the age of 10, he also has a large number before rectal examination, rectoromanoscopy, colonoscopy, rengen. They were washed especially thoroughly before surgery. They gave a siphon enema, 2 times, I don't know if it was used in other countries.

I had two brothers, one younger and one older. The middle of three was usually the loser, in this case me. At least that's how I felt.

Of course, my brothers were also given enemas, but only very rarely. Why was I the focus of my mom now? I don't know it.

I can still remember some enemas very clearly; especially the reasons I had to endure them; I can also mentally recall the feelings of the process and put myself back into these situations as if the events were happening right now. And can even, incredibly, trigger an erection today.

My wife once had the idea of ​​re-enacting enemas as I had experienced them. A good idea that only ends in awesome games.

My mother was a believer in enemas and she administered many enemas to me when I was a child. I have enjoyed enemas ever since.

I was 7 going on 8, the first time I was given one by my grandma. It was done forcefully. Very traumatic experiance I was stripped of my oants and unders pinned on the arm of the sofa and had the nuzzle jammed in deeply(had a total of 5 but the first one was yhe worst)…hated them ever since…i think if it was done a more gentle way i my view of enemas would of been doffrent.

I don’t remember getting an enema before about five or six years old, but they probably started from the time I was potty trained. By time I was about eight or so, my sister and I were giving ourselves and each other small enemas in the bathtub with the enema bulb, just because it was fun. After getting my first bag enema at ten, I just knew I had to continue the process. My mom caught me giving myself an enema when I was twelve, and stopped giving them to me, but by that time the roots were already very deep.

I remember vaguely getting them at a young age, my parents trying to coach me into going until giving up in frustration. I do not remember needing to go at the time, just wondering what the fuss was about.