Reasons for childhood enemas

My mom was opportunistic... I would be given enemas and suppositories when her sisters were visiting because she needed the extra hands to catch and restrain me on the sofa or bed. So I think the reason is it was fun and games for my mom and aunts. There was really no good reason. My mom would ask if I had poo'ed, but what I said didn't matter because my butt would get invaded anyway.

I was given them in the 1980s... old habits die hard in some families. I got both suppositories and soaps suds enemas from a cylindrical rubber bottle with a nozzle cap.

My mom was opportunistic... I would be given enemas and suppositories when her sisters were visiting because she needed the extra hands to catch and restrain me on the sofa or bed. So I think the reason is it was fun and games for my mom and aunts. There was really no good reason. My mom would ask if I had poo'ed, but what I said didn't matter because my butt would get invaded anyway.

I was given them in the 1980s... old habits die hard in some families. I got both suppositories and soaps suds enemas from a cylindrical rubber bottle with a nozzle cap.

I think that would've been fun! 😜😁

Both my grandmother and mother were convinced that regular enemas (twice a week or more) were important to both prevent and cure any illness or distress what ails you including a cure for a bad attitude. I grew up in the 80's which is way beyond the so called golden age of enemas but nevertheless I was given an enema every Wednesday and Saturday almost without fail. An occasional bonus one would also be given whenever thought needed but not for constipation as I never suffered from that malady. I am sure that growing up with them being given in a gentle and very loving way by my mom made me feel very close to her and of course were the reason that I love taking enemas today especially the sexual aspect associated with them. Denise

My grandmother came from the old country and gave her kids an enema every Saturday whether they needed it or not. She badgered my RN mom into giving them although I fought them off by 5 or 6 and they went on to the younger kids. Made me the kinky devil I am today!

If you didn’t feel well you got an enema but there where many reasons like If my aunt was around. Looking back I think they like giving me enemas I know I like giving enemas it makes me hard………hmmmmmm

My decade goes from the 70s to the 80s. I only remember the bag and the reason was always the same ... constipation!

I got them in the early and mid-1950s when a doctor ordered one. This only happened a couple of times and I was ill with a fever both times. I hated them so much (odd, isn't it?), that my mother never gave them to me for constipation. I may have received one during toilet training, but the memory is dim and probably unreliable.

Honestly, I would have preferred enemas over the problems I had with gas and other G.I. issues. G.I. issues have bothered me most of my life, and besides the “side effects,” I'd probably use them frequently just for the relief and “emptiness” they provide. My issues have not been serious enough to consult a doc, and at my last colonoscopy there were no polyps, only a single diverticulum.

I see that some of the people here did wind up fixated on their mothers, which is understandable, since the care Moms give is always in our memories. I had great parents, unlike some of you, so my memories of them are mostly fond, but completely asexual, possibly due to the fact that enemas were not used much. I'm unable to understand my own interest, except that I always had an interest and cannot remember a time when I was DISInterested. For me, enemas are a unique combination of pleasure, pain, guilt (less since my divorce), and blessed relief once I'm empty. Giving is probably my biggest obsession, complicated by the fact that my sole interest is women of all ages over 18 (NO children!). So despite all your complaints about parents who insisted on enemas, some of us would have appreciated the relief associated with them as well as the “side benefits.”

I was pretty well known for large stools as a kid and on a pretty much daily basis, and I was known for trying to hold back sometimes. Any day that I didn't do a bm it wasn't likely that I would be able to do one the next day either without a lot of difficulty, due to the increasing volume.

I didn't like the enemas, but I was fairly accepting as I got older and I had to get enemas less often as I got older.

In hindsight I needed pretty much every enema I ever got, I only remember a couple of times that I didn't really need one but got one anyway. I even remember one time when I had been so cramped up that I actually realized that I needed one, albeit I didn't admit to it.

My home enemas were given in the 50s and into the 60s. Mom had only her Sojourn folding latex bag, so from the first remembered enema sessions at three and a half, all my enemas were from a bag. Enemas were commonplace then, accepted home treatment for most every ailment. My enemas were for constipation and for when ill. Seeing the pediatrician always resulted in an enema if one had not been already administered. Being sick meant, among other treatments, being given an enema every day. I also received maintenance enemas beginning around ten years old. These occurred randomly when the enema bag was out because my mom had used it. By then I no longer fussed over receiving an enema so perhaps she thought an occasional enema session couldn’t hurt.

I was given frequent enemas by my mother as a little boy of about 7 years old because I was sickly. This was in the 50s and she would use a yellow enamel can fitted with a red rubber tube and a big black plastic nozzle. She would give a soap sud enema the solution was made in a yellow enamel basin using a dark brown Pears glycerine soap. She would place a white enamel child potty beside the bed where she would give me the enema. She was a loving and caring mother to me who would carry me to the bed to lay me on a towel placed on a bed. She would then turn me on my side and pull my pj pants halfway down to expose my bottom. She did not apply any lubricant to the nozzle or to my anus as the nozzle was sufficiently lubricated with soapy water. She would then part one of my bottom cheeks to widen my anus to insert the big nozzle. She then raised the enema can high enough for the soapy solution to enter my bowels. When the can was emptied she would gently pull the nozzle out from my rectum and start massaging my tummy to make soapy solution swirl inside my colon. I then had the feeling of cramps and my mother placed me on the potty to defecate and she watched me lovingly. It was a glorious feeling of love from my mother that I treasure all the days of my life.

I look forward to reading your hypothesis. Thank you.

Until fairly recently I strongly suspect that many childhood enemas were given, but not really needed. This probably continued until about the 1980s.

For starters, many were given enemas for ‘attitude adjustment’. With these, if a kid appeared ‘out of sorts’ … perhaps listless, had reduced appetite, was grumpy, not was not acting like a kid was expected to behave, many moms assumed the kid was constipated and the enema bag was the go-to ‘cure’.

Of course some moms preferred to give a spoonful of Castoria, a couple of squares of ExLax, or the dreaded dose of Castor Oil, but those all took many hours to bring relief. With her trusty bag, relief was just a few minutes away, and not only did it always work, but both the mom and the kid could SEE it work. With the laxatives a kid might not notice the connection between a spoonful of medicine at bedtime and a strong urge to poo in the morning, but not even the dullest kid can miss the connection between the enema bag, a butt full of soapy water, and having no choice but to poo at once.

Also, there was the placebo effect. If a kid was sick, then as now there were some ailments that really have no cure. The common cold is an example. But, doctors want to be seen to do something, even if the illness will get better without any treatment. An enema certainly meets this objective. Give a bag full of water and a pile of poo soon fills the toilet.

I got them a lot as a kid from mom to my aunt even grandmother and they used enemas frequently with each other themselves. I think they loved enemas themselves they always had a reason. Enemas feel good to us that are here on zity I can only think it felt good to them as well,how could it really be any different For them ?

I grew up in the 1980er. I got enemas always because of constipation. Very often micro enemas but also all types of enemas and even may be ten times extended enema sessions in hospital. Sometimes even enema didnt work so I needed intensive treatment in hospital with special machines.

At home my mother was very gentle but also unfortunately hesitate to administer enemas. She waited even five or six days till tried it with a micro enema. I checked it with an old calender of 1986.

Later I recognized I love the memories of receiving enemas but it was too embarrassed to ask for. On the other hand I also want it very much also with the bad experience of early childhood. I guess I recognized my sexual feeling about it I hadnt unforfanately as a young child.

The 50's and 60's were my golden years. Mom grew up getting regular enemas from her mom and carried that tradition on in our family. Kids got the bulb syringe from the time we were infants until we graduated to the bag around 7 or so, and mom and dad administered to each other. It seems like for quite a long stretch the bag and hose hung proudly on the towel bar that was on the back wall of the bathtub, drying out after it's use. Also became quite convenient for mom to suggest a necessary enema. There was no hesitation on her part to administer a hot soapy enema not only if constipation was suspected, but at the first sign of any illness. Being cleaned out was just a part of growing up and, although the little ones would fuss, we all ultimately accepted it as being a normal thing to do. There were times that mom would give me an enema just because she had given an enema to one of my brothers, the equipment was out, and she felt it had been awhile since my last one. I secretly enjoyed the alone time with mom, all her “enema talk” while she was administering and, as I got older, the stimulating aspect. It nice to know there are many others that share this special activity.

My mother’s reason for giving me my enemas was at first easy… the family doctor prescribed them for me due to my constant constipation problems. However, after that doctor was forced to retire for medical reasons and the new family doc didn’t believe in the use of enemas Mom was instructed to give me oral laxatives instead. I couldn’t stand them and when they worked, which was rare, they did so at the most inappropriate times. So, I began to beg Mom to start back giving me enemas. I think she started back giving me my enemas just to shut me up! Thank You, Mom!

My mother was the only person to give me enemas when growing up during the 1960s and early 1970s. They were never regular events, but if I was home sick from school or had not made a BM for a few days, and she always somehow knew, it would be time for a warm, soapy enema. These were not enjoyable events although I cannot fault my mom for her manner of giving. While I didn't care much for getting one, I didn't have much say in the matter. I also admit that they always worked and relatively quickly, too.

For me, my first enema experience was at a doctors office. My mother was a retired nurse, I had a bad feeling in my gut one afternoon. A trip to the doctor followed. He figured out quickly that there was an intestinal overlap and ordered his nurse to prepare a soap suds enema. This I guess “inflated“ my guts and pulled things back into place. That corrected the situation but was advised to repeat it over the next few days to make sure things stayed in place and then let things pass. This would have been late 60’s or early 70’s. I was shown what to do as I was old enough and embarrassed enough. I took several red rubber bag soap suds enemas each day following for several days. I was in distress so the first one was a positive (mostly) experience as it relieved the distress i was in - in spite of on an exam table with a doctor and nurse sticking something in my bare ass. Over the next several days I began to like the experience of the soapy cleanout. Pretty sure thats when it started, but I was too young to be aware or have any erotic feelings from it but I did like the feeling. On occasion I would still do enemas especially if bloated or bound up. Later it created erotic feelings and nature took it’s course. That was the only enema given to me by someone else other than colonics I’ve had in recent years. As my enjoyment developed I began to use the douche nozzle and red 2qt bag. I liked the feeling of the nozzle being deeper inside and putting the water/saline/or soap suds deeper in my colon. I originally used liquid Castile soap, and later, either that or some ivory soap, or just water and saline.

I was given enemas to show my little sister that they didn't hurt. This stopped when I asked for an enema, I was about 8 or 9 at the time.

Age 9 through 12/1959--1962 or early '63. Strictly for constipation relief (per Dr.) with 2 plain/cool water enemas (at age 9-10) for having fever episodes.All enemas were with the Victoria enema bag

Mom started giving me enemas when I was 9 or 10, based on our doctors advice. (I was faking stomach cramps to avoid my dreaded 5th grade teacher) This was in the early/mid ‘60’s. These were all done using a classic 2-qt enema bag. Initially, I got one each of 3 consecutive nights, then once a week for a year or two (with minor variations). Mom then backed off further to one or two a month. (That's when I picked up the slack by sneaking in my own.) At 13 I ejaculated during one of Mom's enema… she quit after that and I went all self-administered (a mix of known ‘official’ ones plus many more sneaked ones.)

I had enemas because of constipation. It happened from the age of 3 to 15, in the 1970s and early 1980s. My mom used rubber bulbs.

In the hospital, at the age of 15, I had an enema made by irrigator.

Mom always gave us Enemas every Saturday. She said it was to keep us healthy. When we were younger she always used a bulb with a small nozzle, and as we got older she would use a bag with a larger nozzle.

It was simply a Saturday night ritual of me laying on the fuzzy bathroom throw rug.

My childhood enemas were from when I was around 5 to about 7 or 8, which was around 1975 to 1977/78. My enemas were given to me due to serious constipation and withholding. I always resisted them, and my parents (and grandparents on my mother's side) had to hold me down to administer them to me. I hated it then, but they definitely resulted in a major enema and anal fetish, which I enjoy today.

I got enema due to severe constipation which I faced since childhood.

I had terrible hay fever allergies and could count on being sick over Labor Day weekend during the height of allergy season- often interrupting the holiday family vacation plans, and even the first day of school. This was in the late 1950's. Typically, mom would give me enemas from her 3-quart red rubber enema with red hose, chrome clamp and black nozzle smeared with globs of vaseline- and in fact, there was one time grandma was visiting over the Labor Day holiday weekend and she insisted that I have “a good enema” so they both set-out to give me one that I have never forgotten. Mom was gentle- but firm. Grandma was more “no-nonsense” and all business often mixing larger, warmer and soapier enemas for me than mom. Mom managed the hose, clamp and nozzle while grandma held up the bulging red rubber enema full of soapsuds high overhead. I used to cry and complain about the warm soapsuds hurting my tummy. Now however, I take my enemas like a good little enema boy without fuss. https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/16548

I had terrible hay fever allergies and could count on being sick over Labor Day weekend during the height of allergy season- often interrupting the holiday family vacation plans, and even the first day of school.

You will never be able to relieve any allergy by taking enemas, this due to the origin of every allergy. A book in German written for medical students describes this in the following manner: In any case there will arise an allergy when an allergene coming from the outside will meet an antigene in the human body. Every antigene is coupled with a toxin that the concerned person has absorbed from the outside, in the most cases with the food. When you will be able to eliminate a toxin from the human body completely, the belonging allergy will disapperar simultaneously. So you will have to detoxify your body to relieve all your allergies. It is well known, that the most efficient remedy to detoxify the human body is swallowing castor oil in a regular manner. I know upon this from my own experience for in this manner I have lost all my allergies: My dermatologist had me given up and he was really astonished when he saw me later completely cured!

I used to suffer from constipation and my mum occasionally gave me suppositories. She never gave enemas, thinking it was only something that was done in a medical setting. I remember her surprise hearing from an American friend who had given her son an enema. So the rare enemas I received as a child were in hospital.

1952 my Grandmother had me stay with her and Granddad. Since it was spring she thought she would do my annual spring tonic. Before bed, in this case, Friday evening, into the big tub for a good hot bath. Once my skin was clean, near scrubbed off at Grandmother's hands. I was given a large spoon full of treacle and brimstone. Not bad, sort of tasted like licorice. This was all followed by a quick bulb syringe enema usually castile soap and warm water. A good time on the throne and for all of us younger ones diapers and rubber pants then into bed.