Women embarrassed by dad knowing they were going to get an enema

A lot of the women I have given enemas to have told me that embarrassment is certainly a part of the procedure they either loved or hated.

There is however something that almost all of them found extra embarrassing and that was twofold.

Being told it was time for their enema in front of family members, or even worse, nonfamily members.

But the one recurring thing they disliked most was that Dad knew they were going to be getting an enema.

Just the idea that he was in the house and knew what they were going through made them feel weird.

Several ladies, however, had Dads who would actually ask questions about their enemas after they were over, and this was their pet hate.

How many ladies here had the same experience and how did you feel about it?

Really must be quite embarrassing I have a neighbour in her 70s who tells her that her father had by habit, then when she or any of her brothers presented any sign of cold apply an enema

I got enemas a kid! It was embarrassing!!!

I was absolutely mortified that my dad knew that I was getting enemas. He talked about me getting enemas several times and that was humiliating. There was one time that I was resisting getting an enema from my mom and I must have been putting up so much of a fuss that he stuck his head in the bathroom to see what was going on. That was the most humiliating thing ever.

@Allie80 Normally enemas were completely in private with your mom?

Yes, Pecan Nutjob, they were always private.

I think dad was more embarrassed than I was. Mom always gave me the enema in private. Even though my sister and I played with enemas, giving ourselves and each other enemas for fun, we were never allowed to watch when mom was giving them. And it was no secret when we were getting one. Sometimes, if mom and I had previously agreed an enema was needed, we would be watching tv after dinner when mom would calmly say, “Cheryl, it is time for your enema.” I would follow her to the bathroom and if dad was there too, he would make some excuse to go to his shop in the basement, or outside if it was summer. My sister would continue watching tv. Everybody knew what was happening, but no big deal.

While administration was always in private, that information about who got what might or might not be. Mom was pretty open about telling her friends about which of us kids had had a visit with the red rubber bag and there had to have been times when dad had overhead the conversation. If my younger sister had been the recipient the whole family would know what had happened because she never kept it a secret and always seem a bit pleased that she had gotten an enema. As for dad, he never showed any interest in this topic.