Reasons for childhood enemas

Starting in the 1950's through 60's, enemas were given for constipation or generally not feeling good. They were all soapy enemas to make me cramp real bad then release the hard stuff first then soft even if it took more than one or two bags. This was from childhood through my teens. My grandmother later confirmed that I was always constipated. I was getting doses of Fletcher's Castoria but it didn't produce the kind of bowel movements my Mom and my Grandma wanted. It always took enemas to clean me out.

@chamed

Yes, later I knew about these bulbs, but not at that time.

The sight of this bulb caused me to panic. I didn't ask what it was for. The discomfort of feeling this was tremendous.

Today I own some old female douche bulbs, and they are now among my best friends🤗😎

My Mum only ever used a Higginson syringe and liked to give all her enemas with the girl across her lap.

No enema was given unless the recipient was constipated, so she once told me

My enemas were always for health/constipation reasons as far as I can remember. Always with a small blue rubber bulb. Always either lying on my stomach on the bathroom floor, or bent over the bathtub. This would have been throughout the 80s.

The year I turned nine, when we went to grandmas for four to six weeks, after school was out for the summer. I overheard mom taking to grandma about my siblings and I, telling her she'd been giving us more enemas than usual for the past two or three months. Grandma was a retired RN and told mom, “Maybe it’s time they had their first 3H enema.” Then asked, “When's the last time you gave them an enema?” Mom replied, “On Tuesday." Grandma replied, “So it’s been three days.” Then asked, “Have they gone to the bathroom sense then?” Mom replied, “I’m not sure, you know how kids are.” At that, grandma told mom, “I’ll watch and see what happens. If they haven’t gone by noon tomorrow. I'll give them a digital rectal exam and have the girls give them a couple of enemas before their evening bath.”

The next afternoon, grandma came and got me an took me to the bathroom. Once she closed the door, I was told, “Take your jeans and underwear off, then get across my lap.” Hearing that, I started crying, thinking I was going to get a bare bottom spanking. She quickly reassured me, “You're not in trouble. I'm going to check your bottom too see if you need a couple of enemas." Hearing that, I got my jeans off and laid down across her lap. Once I was positioned to her liking, she pulled my bottom apart and slipped a Vaseline coated index finger in my rectum. Burying it as deep as possible then moving it around. First, she twisted it back and forth then in an out for a good minute or so. This was a lot longer than normally and I sure didn’t complain, because it felt good, and I was enjoying it. As she removed her finger, I was told, “You could use a couple of enemas.” Then asked, “When did you go to the toilet last?” I replied, “I don’t know. A few days ago, maybe.” Then asked, “Have you been since your mom gave you an enema?” I replied, “I don’t think so.” At that, she told me, “Get up and put your jeans on, then go find your brother and send him in here.” I found my brother an told him, “Grandma wants you in the bathroom, your next.” He got his bottom checked just like I did, then had to send our sister to the bathroom to get checked. When she returned from being checked she told us, “Grandma's going to have the girls give us a couple of enemas before our baths this evening.”

When our aunts got my siblings and I that evening, they took us to the large downstairs bathroom. When we got to the bathroom, they told us to get undressed. As we were removing our clothes, our teenage aunts were doing the same thing, removing all their clothes. Then one of girls got an enema bag and fixed a soapy enema, while the other girl sat down and told me to lay down across her lap. When I was in position across her lap, my brother and sister watched as she buried her Vaseline covered index finger deep inside my rectum. Once inside, she twisted her finger back and forth then in an out for twenty or thirty seconds, before replacing it with the adult recital nozzle starting the flow. When the bag was empty, she left the nozzle in place, while I held the soapy enema for five minutes. As I was holding my soapy enema, they got a second enema bag and fixed a soapy enema for my brother. When I was allowed to get up an expel, my brother was told to lay down across her lay. Once he was in place, she put her index finger deep in him an moved it around for twenty or thirty seconds, before replacing it with the adult rectal nozzle starting the flow. By the time he had held his soapy enema for five minutes, I was about done on the toilet. When I got up a couple of minutes later, he was allowed up to get on the toilet. By this time, they had a soapy enema ready for our sister. As our brother got up, she was told to lay down across our aunt's lap. Once our sister was in place, she slid her index finger deep inside her twisting back and forth then in an out for twenty or thirty seconds, before replacing it with the adult recital nozzle starting the flow. This continued until we had received both a soapy and a rinse enema. By the time our sister finished expelling her rinse enema. The girls already had my brother and I in the large walk-in shower. When our sister joined us in the shower, the girls gave each of us a bath. Then allowed us to play around for a little while before getting out to dry off. When we finished drying off, we were told to wrap a towel around ourselves then one of the girls, also wrapped in a towel, walked us to our bedroom. Because it was summertime, we normally slept nude or with just underpants on. But mostly nude. Once we were all in our beds, our aunt gave us all a good night kiss, then returned to the bathroom for her enema and shower.

This was the first of many enemas my siblings and I got from grandma and our two teenage aunts that summer. During our six weeks visit that year, we got a weekly enema from grandma in private plus a 3H enema the first week. In the evenings at bath time, grandma had our aunts give us enemas every other day for the first two weeks, then twice a week afterwards. The next summer, when we went for our six-week visit, the evening enemas continued.

It was a scheduled event generally on the weekend when my Grandma would come over for dinner. After dinner and the dishes were put away I would be told to go upstairs and get ready for my bath. They would come up with the enema bag filled with soapy water and come into my bedroom and bring me to the bathroom.

I posted earlier, but forgot to mention they used a bulb enema on me.

For my paternal grandmother…any reason was a good reason for an enema…from tummy aches to constipation even for misbehaving.all this according to my dad and cousin on that side of the family. I only got one from her mom was not a happy camper.

When I was a baby the enemas started because I did not go daily. The doctor than said the give enemas two times a week. Mom did it on Tuesday and Friday night. This was in the 50 and 60 till I got married. Mom than told wife to be that I need enemas two times a week. Wife took over and it went on till I was in my 60s.

Lot of people turned on by ememas, suppositoryes, injection come from a traumatizing event during childhood. There are no reasons to give enemas to a child as a recurring procedure. As an adult he will be into med fet …..

I got a forced enema in hospital when 5.The reason was constipation.

The very first time of the year at 3-4, but I remember it so vaguely that I’m not even sure if it was or I came up with it myself. But I remember it well when I was 6 years old. I was prescribed oxygen therapy for worms. Twice a day I was given oxygen enemas and so for 7 days in a row, then a break and another 7 days. Then there was a relative lull, and at the age of 10 I was diagnosed with a rectal polyp. I was given a lot of cleansing enemas, before any rectal examination, rectoscopy, colonoscopy. Then they prepared me for the operation and put in a siphon twice.

From age about 5 to maybe 10 I got enemas for constipation. I'm not sure how they knew I was constipated but it was perhaps skid marks on my underwear. It would always happen in the evening, just before bath time. The enemas were always given with a Rexall bulb like this:

https://ibb.co/JtqpDCY

The bulb was filled at the sink which had standing warm water with a bar of Ivory floating in it. The bulb was filled when I entered the bathroom, but hidden from my view by my nanny.. I undressed for my bath and she told me to bend over and touch my toes. In seconds te nozzle was in my anus and the bulb squeezed. I then stepped into the bath. In truth, I never really realized what had just happened. I finished my bath and got out and presumably had an urgent poo. I don't really remember connecting the bulb and the need to poo.

At about age 11 o 12, I got quite ill and didn't poo for over a week. One morning, I was given the same bulb mid-morning in bed, but didn't poo. I the early afternoon, a visiting nurse came in and took my rectal temperature. Then three adults came in and pinned me to the bed, face down, and took off my PJ bottoms and the nurse returned with a bulging Rexall Roxbury fountain syringe and gave me the whole bag… a mighty enema for a kid which resulted in a complete, urgent poo as I've fully described in other posts.

I got most of my enemas in the 60s. My mom believed in the liberal use of high volume enemas. The top five reasons: 1. Constipation. 2. Presumed constipation. 3. Stomachache. 4. Other ailments. 5. Because I hadn't had one in a while!

I got most of my enemas in the 60s. My mom believed in the liberal use of high volume enemas. The top five reasons: 1. Constipation. 2. Presumed constipation. 3. Stomachache. 4. Other ailments. 5. Because I hadn't had one in a while!

I think your mom came from the same school of thought as my dad.

I think a lot of parents were cut from the same mold back in the day. Most of my friends got enemas and spankings just like I did.

Back in the day the doctors did house visits and it seems every time the doctor came to our house. Somebody got an enema. Usually we were sick and they thought an enema was the best thing for you.

I grew up in the 40's! I received enemas over my Mom's lap until I started school at age 6. I never knew why I got them because I wasn't sick. In later years I learned that both my older brother and younger sister had constipation issues. I now know I got enemas because they were constipated!! Whenever one or the other of them “couldn't go” all three of us had our turn with the bulb syringe and Ivory soap solution. The Enemas were gentle and private.

Enemas were the wisdom of the times, so Mom was either “curing” or preventing constipation in her children!

As a kid (around 10 years; mid-nineties), I got a bulb syringe enema with chamomile tea to treat my fever. The bulb size was 150 mL and I got three our four fillings.

Constipation issues growing up me and my siblings received enemas.

My mom and gran were both nurses and back in the day it was good practice in keeping the bowels cleaned out. I would be scheduled about every other week for a good cleaning out which would consist of a couple of SSE's and a rinse.

Lucky you.

Now me too. I have a dear lady friend of 40+ years who asked me some years ago if I would give her an enema for constipation.

Now we enjoy a series of two SSEs and a rinse every time I go to visit. She’s a beautiful redhead with very large and shapely breasts and a full red bush that continues all the way around her anus.

Of course I take my time and try to make the experience for her as enjoyable as possible. My payoff is getting to lube her for several minutes until I can easily insert two gloved fingers in her anus, rectum and massage her sphincter muscles, which she has come to enjoy.

We certainly got enemas when mom thought that we might be constipated, or for that matter when in her opinion we had not been sufficiently regular. Of course we also got one on those occasions when the doctor was to make a house call. Years later after doctors stopped doing that and we had an appointment at the doctor's office, we could be assured to be on the receiving end of getting a good enema to clean us out. These were not unusual events, but ones that we all knew were to be expected.

I wasn't told why I got the one and only enema as a child when I was 9. I wasn't even told I was getting one. My sister got them a lot for constipation and to help with her periods.

The only enemas I had were given by my mother in the mid 60"s. I think enemas were probably on the way out because I thought I was the only boy who ever had an enema. I never knew abut any one else. I realize now that my mother had an older thick red rubber enema bag. I remember the bag being moist with beads of sweat running down the sides as my mother hung it on the towel rack over the bathroom chair.

@dannyC Do you recall why they were given?

It was always for constipation and sickness. From the age of five or so, A small bulb enema was used. When I got to seven or eight, she would fill the bag partially, and I always got the enema over her lap. That was in the 50's, so I've had a lot of time to re-live those episodes. (I can still bring back the memories of being over her lap, protesting, and then feel the warm hose as it was draped across the back of my legs as she brought the lubed nozzle to my anus for the insertion.)

constapation first mum insert soap see if got movment if failed get soapy enema followed by rinces

Never to I had to have them for medical reasons but were given them weekl . I was told that a enema was good for me by my grandmother a nurse and my mother agreed.

@Moms_Egirl Mom told him that I was constipated - OR - Mom wanted to give me soap enemas with the bag. Often.

Curious if your enemas were always from the bag? For some reason my father always uses a bulb to give me very very strong enemas made from Ivory Flakes (allot that were dissolved in a pot of hot water on the stove). Very intense cramps and an amazing clean-out. As I got older I began to think about and worry about being graduated to the red enema bag.