Did your parents ever announce to people you were going to get an enema?

How many people here ever had their parents tell others they were going to give you an enema?

My mother once told an aunt she was going upstairs with me to give me an enema during a visit.

I believe I’ve posted regarding this before but yes, I was present when the enema announcement was made. I was sitting in a living room with my friend and his mom and my mom. His mother tells mine, “I told the doctor he was running a temperature and he said give him an enema. I told him I had just given him one and he said give him another one”. My buddy’s face was as red as a Kantleek bag and I felt very uncomfortable. I remember thinking on the trip home that he was probably getting another enema right then.

RN very cool mom. Never. God I miss her since 1994. At least only ~3,000 miles away since 1985. 🎄❤️❤️❤️

Love, your son

Eric

Does buying a new combination syringe, picking up pinworm medication, and conversing with the pharmacist's wife about how difficult it is to give enemas to an uncooperative teenager count? How about if you were standing next to her in the drug store mortified while this was happening?

Yes, it did happen. My mother overshared everything!

I was 9-½ and had been given the usual 1 qt. warm soapy water enema to deal with a 2 day constipated scenario..my #2 neighborhood buddy came by and asked if I could come outside…my Dad told him: “- - - - - - - just had a enema..he'll be out in about half an hour…” EeeGads ! Info like that (back then) was like hollering it on the roof top…after “half an hour” every boy in the neighborhood knew I'd got a enema that morning. Getting any kind of “butt shot” came in second for being “blabbed” to the neighborhood also--but reports/rumors of somebody getting a enema was especially juicy “news”.

Mom's announcements to others (my aunts, grandmother, neighbor,…) regarding my enemas were always after the fact, adding to my embarrassment but titillating to overhear. Her announcement to everyone in the family that I would soon be given an enema was necessary because we only had one bathroom and all were given ample time to use the toilet before her enema ritual was to begin. It was the same for everyone else in the family, including mom and dad. She was always very matter-of-fact about enemas. I don't recall her ever telling my friends that I was given/about to be given an enema, but they surely saw the bag and hose frequently hanging from the towel bar drying out. Just the way it was back then.

No! But I had my Grandma assist my Mom in taking my temp rectally more than once. If I got sick. & I saw them whisper to each other, I could guess what was coming that day.

Some friends were visiting as I had been home from school ill and my mother came into my bedroom and asked them to say goodbye as I needed to have an enema. They were all smirking as they filed out of the room and my mother folded the sheets back and they all knew I was about to have my bare bottom attended too.

Because the topic of enemas etc. was a common discussion at family gatherings on Sundays at grandma's, announcements of impending enemas was very common.

Additionally, accounts of enemas given and their effectiveness were also discussed.

My sister and I, along with our cousins, would then tease each other regarding our experiences. Our mom's would threaten us with enemas as a result of the teasing.

In one instance, my older cousin (male) was told “when we get home, .I'm going to give you one along with your sister”.

Grandma chimed in and suggested that we all get enemas while she was there to assist. My cousin still recalls that event.

I remember Mom telling my Aunt over the phone that she had to go, as I wasn't feeling well and had to give me an enema before the doctor came over. If a neighbor called, Mom would just blurt out that she was waiting for the doctor to arrive as she just gave me, or about to give me one. Embarrassing one sided conversation, but this was “ normal ” back then. Before the internet, ALL the neighborhood moms via the phone. knew. “ The doctor came over, it's the flu / etc. ” , and bed rest / enemas until I was better. If off from school for several days,, some neighborhood friend ( girl or boy ) would drop off missed homework. In any case, I would get asked if I got an enema with a grin. That or “ Your Mom told my Mom ” that I got enemas to get me better.

Worst part was when neighborhood moms stopped by asking me if I felt better, knowing what her and Mom already discussed.

Sadly, Mom is renowned for her ability to “share” and yes, she has with other Moms as far back as I can remember. Both those who have come back to, or are in “rectal temperature and enema mode” as it is again making a come back, and those who have “returned”. I guess to her as a Nurse, it's all just clinical and maternal or whatever. For me, I could care less who knows. for my sisters, it still embarrasses them as these are Moms' of their friends who may or may not get the same or similar treatments.

The only time I can recall Mom ever announcing that I was going to take an enema occurred when Mom and my Grandmother returned home unexpectedly.

You see my Mom and Grandmother were supposed to be shopping in a neighboring town not back at home.

In fact, I thought that I had plenty of time to take one or two enemas while they were gone. But, I was wrong. Mom had forgotten something and had returned to the house to get it.

Anyway, I didn’t hear them as they came into the house.

In fact, I had just filled her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe with hot, soapy water and was leaning over the bathtub filling a 2 quart pitcher with more hot, soapy water when Mom appeared opened the bathroom door.

At first I didn’t even notice my Mother standing in the doorway since I was concentrating on filling the pitcher and I didn't hear her opening the door from the sound of the water gushing into the pitcher!

But, when I turned to put the pitcher down and pick up the bag, I about dropped the pitcher!

Wow! I couldn't believe my eyes, there stood Mom with her hands on her hips and before, I could say a word, she called to her Mother, “Mama, you had better come in here and see what your grandson is about to do! He is about to give himself a large enema “

Anyway, Grandma, soon appeared in the door way too!

Then, my mother said “well, Mike, we are waiting. We want to see you take that big enema that you have prepared for yourself!”

I didn’t know what to do!

Mom again spoke saying “go ahead, you've got everything ready… it's only right, now, that you take that enema!”

I, knowing that I was trapped, picked up the bulging red bag and hung it on the hook that was above the toilet for that purpose. Immediately, I could hear the water as it began to enter the red hose… bloop, bloop, bloop.

I, then, knelt down into my normal knee chest position in front of the toilet. I reached for the red hose and upon finding it, slipped the black tip into my rectum.

At that time, Mom spoke saying to her Mom “Look Mom …. Mike's really going to do it!”

I looked up at her and then opened the shut-off and my enema began.

Soon, the soapy water in that bag was all in me.. I didn't move. I remained in the knee chest position rubbing my belly.

Mom, then, left her position by the door and moved toward me. She took the bottle off the hook and unscrewing the adapter plug soon had the bag again filled full of hot soapy water from the pitcher that I had previously filled. She re-positioned the plug in the bottle and rehung it on the hook above me. She patted my back saying “Mike, are you sure you want this bag too?”

I told her that I was.

With that said, she reopened the shut-off and my enema began anew.

I took all that bag to!

After the bag emptied, both Mom and Grandma said that they were impressed! And, then, they both said that they were off again! I heard the door shut and I got up off the floor, sat on the toilet and expelled my enema!

I knew a few times that my mother would do but why she would go to the doctor

After announcing to me that I needed an enema, my mother got on that phone and called my two aunts, my grandmother, and the neighbor next door. When my dad got home from work she told him Tommy got an enema today, and he was a good boy. Since I didn't know anything else it never bothered me, I really enjoyed hearing I was going to get an enema from mom.

Hell NO!

Shortly after he got custody we made a solemn vow not to embarrass each other.

I was too typical a kid. He kept his end of the bargain better than I kept mine. He zealously protected my privacy! ALWAYS!!

Does buying a new combination syringe, picking up pinworm medication, and conversing with the pharmacist's wife about how difficult it is to give enemas to an uncooperative teenager count? How about if you were standing next to her in the drug store mortified while this was happening?

Jekyll — your post reminded me of a conversation I had several years ago with a man, Peter, who, now in his 70s, was raised mid-block with a commercial street at one end with a drug store where Mrs. Silver was the pharmacist. The Silvers lived on the same street, same block but at the other non-commercial street end. The Silvers had several children. The eldest, Roberta, was eight months older than Peter and a grade ahead of him in school. Roberta would work in the store after school and on weekends.

Peter said the store had an enormous selection of douche and enema syringes in an aisle visible to the pharmacist at one end and whoever was working the soda fountain at the other end. Glycerine Suppositories were on the other side of the same aisle.

On several occasions Peter was in the store with mom who was buying suppositories and engaging in conversation with Mrs. Silver who when she saw Peter's mother picking up a jar of suppositories would say things like, “the big jar is going on sale Monday. If you'd like it, I can give you the sale price today.” Then at the pharmacy till the two women would talk about how their respective children, Peter and Roberta, were reacting to a suppository and whether two suppositories, or using an enema to start with, might be better. Peter said the conversation was similar every time he was in the store with his mother, even if suppositories were not being purchased, and he expected when he wasn't there they discussed the same thing as well. It wouldn't be unusual for Roberta to also be in the store and hear every word. The only thing which made comments on his getting a suppository or an enema in front of Roberta semi-bearable was Mrs. Silver's comments about giving a suppository, or enema, to Roberta he overheard.

Eventually this led to Roberta and Peter forming a pact to not say anything about their enemas to anyone else.

No, it was never announced to others, and similarly I never knew or heard mention that my older sister was getting or had gotten an enema.

Yes my mom was the enema giver and told her sister, my grandmother, a teacher who called and any neighbor who was visiting. The most embarrassing part was my mom would invite any one who was visiting to stay and observe and few declined. My dad discipline me once for answering my mom back and refusing an enema. ever since then I always complied. This was during the golden age of enemas when all kids got them so if we were in the store and a shopper asked my mom a question in the pharmacy aisle she would tell them I was going to get an enema when I got home. I remember I was thirteen at the time , the shopper asked how did my mom manage being the age I was and my mom would proudly say I was a very obedient boy and always obeyed her. Then she would give me this smile because if i didn’t comply I would have to answer to dad.

To my mother, their was never any hesitation about talking about enemas. They were just part of life back in the 50's and 60's in our family. My brother and I got out share as did most of my cousins. I don't remember hearing her tell anyone she was about to give me an enema. But there were several times I heard her on the phone with an aunt, grandma, or neighbor lady after the fact that she had to give me or my brother an enema for some ailment. Of course I was humiliated, but mom paid no attention. I remember when I was about 12 when we returned from a camping trip with my cousin and her parents. After we returned home somehow mom perceived my brother and I were constipated and needed a “good enema” to clean out our system. She then commented her sister told her that my cousin was constipated and needed an enema on her return also. The thought of my cousin with the enema nozzle in her butt was all I could think of as I got my enema.

Not often and always in the ‘ past tense ’ statement as in …. ‘ I gave him ….. ’ the announcement being discreetly shared by my mother with doctors / nurses while at an office visit or to my grandmothers who were concerned about my recovery during some childhood illness . Never was my reception of a mom given home enema the ‘ talk of the town ’ by my mom of which I greatly appreciated as I was a shy and retiring lad at that time in my life .

No, not so much in advance, but mom was real good about telling the world that any of us had gotten an enema. And to make matters worst it just wasn't that my sisters or I had been given one, but all of the sordid details which was sort of puzzling because her enemas were pretty much all the same--between 1 and 2 quarts of warm water and Ivory soap plus some qualitative statement like “it gave him a great and needed cleaning out.”

No my parents never announce that I was going to get an enema

There are 2 occasions that I distinctly remember. The first one was when my Grandmother was complaining about being constipated. My Mom says to her “time to get out the Jiff jar”. Gramma says “I don't know what that means”. Mom says “I used to mix up a big Jiff jar full of soapy water and give Buddy an enema”. And then just to rub my nose in it she looks at me and says “you never have forgotten that, have you”? I could have crawled into the corner and died.

The other time involved my Grandmother also. We were at Gramma's house for Christmas. I got sick and it was decided that Mom and Gramma were going to give me an enema. Mom walks into the living room and tells all of my gathered relatives that they were going to give me an enema. Then afterwards, her and Gramma had to go into detail telling them all how it went. Thanks Mom.

No not parents , but farmers wife where I lived and worked through High school , Not only that I was the recipient of many of her enemas when I was sick , had lots of Migraine headaches in those days , but it would be announced at supper time that she had visited a neighbor for the purpose of giving them an enema during their illness or what ever . I should have paid more attention at the time . Would go something like this , “ well I had to go visit Gracie today , she needed me to give her an enema ” end of subject , conversation moved on to some thing else . That's the way it was there . These posts jarred my remembery to days of old , long ago .

It arrived once by grandma and the bulb was already on the table, what a shame

Yes I remember being in the kitchen once with a room full of visitors and mom had the floor. She loudly told the room that I was always witholding my bowels and that she ‘gets me home and gives me an enema’. I nearly died with shame. My friends were among the group too.

My mom was having coffee with my friends mom while we were having cookies and milk. My mom told me just to have one cookie because she was giving me an enema later. I felt my face get hot and then my friends mom said she was needing to give him one and asked if she could see his my mom did it. Now I wanted to run away but I knew there was no avoiding my fate. In a few minutes time it had been decided tgat we would both get enemas with mom demonstrating on me. While mom mixed soap suds, we went to my room and undressed. I got my enema bent over In the bathroom tub while my friends and my friend mom watched. It was little compensation that I got to see my friend in the same position a bit later. The next day we were laughing about it but at the time we were holding back tears of embarrassment.

In my case, it would be easier to recall if mom didn't announce her enema plans . . . lemme think . . . nope, she always announced it because she needed the help of whoever was around. She had no qualms summoning me to go for an enema session, smack in the middle of tea time, with my aunts sitting there in the living room.

It certainly wasn't a secret. At the age of 7 or 8, my mother advised her friend on the phone to take her daughter for worms with enemas, indicating that I was treated this way and that it was very good. I called the teacher to let me go early because I need to do an enema. Even when an enema was expected at home, the sisters asked their girlfriends to leave because the nurse would be coming soon to give me an enema.

That was never an issue at our house.

This only happened within the family.

"You get an enema" no outsider got to hear...