How many had enemas as a young child?

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

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.