Finding out that enemas were not just for kids

I was about 15 years old. Mom wasn't feeling well . She was in bed. My Aunt Linda came over. Aunt Linda told me to go out and play with my friends. So I did, we played baseball. I got home a few hours latter. Aunt Linda was gone, Mom was up and a round. I went into the bathroom, there hanging from the shower head drying was the enema bag, still wet . Wow I thought .

I knew from an early age that adults took enemas because my mom took them more then me. I would sometimes de able to sneek a peek at her lying on the bathroom floor nozzle in place and that big red bag draining into her rectum.

I knew early on because my mother spoke about enemas with all the women in the family. She and her sisters and sisters-in-law would openly discuss enemas at family gatherings - which sister had recently had one, whose kids had one or needed one or was going to get one, how much water to use, favorite soap for best results, which doctors recommended enemas.

I called these gatherings the "Witch's Coven" in later years because they reminded me of Shakespeare's witches - cackling over a brewing cauldron! Except this was a soapy bag of warm water.

When we were kids, we knew adults got enemas, because we overheard grandma giving mom one when needed. The only problem was mom hated getting an enema and put up a fuss about it. Unlike her two sisters, who liked getting enemas as much as we did. Plus, we occasionally overheard grandma telling her teenage daughters, “before y'all get in the shower with the kids this evening, give them a couple of enemas first. And once you're finished with the kids, give yourselves a couple of enemas before you take a shower.” Sometimes they both fussed at their mom about it, which was funny, because it was no secret that both girls liked their enemas as much as my siblings and I did.

One summer evening, while we were staying at grandmas, I got up to use the bathroom after we’d gotten a couple of enemas earlier in the evening from our young aunts. When I got to the bathroom, the door was pulled too, but not closed. So, I walked in not thinking twice about it, and got a big surprise. Both girls were nude, which was no big deal, having seen them naked many times in the past. They would give us enemas in the evenings before putting us in the shower with them for a bath. What shocked me, was seeing the youngest girl in the knee chest position with an enema nozzle in her behind with her sister controlling it. Being summertime, I only had white cotton briefs on and seeing the enema nozzle in her behind, gave me a hard on. The only thing I could say was, “I’m sorry. I need to use the bathroom.” Needless to say, once I had finished using the toilet, the older girl sat down and pulled me naked across her bare lap, giving me a good long spanking with her hand. It felt like it took forever but was only a minute or two at best. While I was using the toilet, I saw her get another enema bag, douche nozzle, and towels from the linen closet. Seeing that, I knew what was coming next, especially when she fixed a two-quart rinse enema. When the spanking was over, she told me to stand facing a corner in the large shower. While I waited, my younger aunt used the toilet while her sister fixed a second rinse enema. With that done, she told me to get in the knee chest position on the second set of towels she had put down. Once I was in position on the bathroom floor, she lubricated my anus inside and out with her index finger before replacing it with the curved douche nozzle, starting the flow. As she was getting my rinse enema started, her younger sister got back down in the knee chest position beside me. Once she had my enema going, she started her sister's enema just like she did mine. The two quarts went in fairly quick, having received a soapy and rinse enema earlier that evening from my aunts, before my shower. By the time I held my third enema of the evening for five minutes and got on the toilet, it didn’t take me long to get rid of it. As I got off the toilet, my young aunt got up and took my place, to relieve herself. By the time I was getting up, my older aunt was already in the shower, and told me to join her. I got in the shower as she bathed herself, and when she finished, she gave me another bath. When we got out of the shower, her younger sister had finished expelling and fixed her sister a soapy enema. She handed both of us a towel, tell me, “Dry off and get back to bed. You’ve seen enough behinds tonight.” I watched as the older girl dry herself off, as I was doing the same. By the time I was through drying myself and had my cotton briefs back on my sore bottom. The older girl was in the knee chest position, her sister had just replaced her finger with a curved douche nozzle starting her soapy enema, as I was leaving the bathroom on my way back to bed.

Like others have said, my Mom frequently put the enema bag to use on herself so I knew it wasn’t just there for me. Or the bulb, for that matter. She would use it when she didn’t have a lot of time for an enema from the bag. I’ll never forget one morning as I was getting ready to leave for school I passed the bathroom door and saw her sitting on the commode with her slip pulled up and the bulb in one hand.

She also periodically would leave the bulb on the sink if she hadn’t had time to put it back in the medicine cabinet. And of course, the drying bag hanging in the bathtub gave away its use by her.

Not surprisingly, having those devices already out was probably a justification to use them on me. Early on I would fear that I would be called to the bathroom when I had spotted either. Later, it was welcomed, although I still put on a front that I didn’t like getting an enema.

One of the many interesting things about Zity discussions is they trigger memories. Since reading “Finding out that enemas were not just for kids” my memory cells are working overtime. So far I've not been able to pin down anything on this except I was old enough to already be both excited and upset to get a suppository or an enema. I also know discovering that adults got them too has mom at the center as taker/giver.

I'm not sure if my first awakening that adults got them too was her giving herself an enema, getting one from grandma, my aunt, one of her friends, or her giving one to an aunt or friend. Regardless of order I have snippets of some vivid memories.

What I do remember is mom giving herself an enema and my heart stopping as I realized what was going to happen and I have memories of her getting and giving to aunts and friends and again my heart stopping when it hit me what was about to happen, or happening.

I remember clearly both with her self administered or giving/getting enemas thinking, “Oh My God — she's going to get an ENEMA!” I'm not sure I used the words ‘Oh My God’ but it was something like that. One thing I am sure of are the words, in awe and shock, not just the first time it happened but on subsequent occasions, “She's going to get an ENEMA!” be it mom getting one or an aunt or one of my mom's friends on the receiving end.

One of my most vivid memories was a lady, an RN, coming to the house and giving mom an enema. Not sure why she came but I think it was to check up on mom after her cancer surgery. I was home from school, in bed with something and I remember mom and the nurse talking in the hall just outside my door. I paid little attention until the word ‘enema’ put me on high alert. The nurse was suggesting an enema, mom agreed, the nurse asked if mom had enema things, mom said she did, they were in a box in the hall cupboard and the nurse said she'd get it, fix the enema and call mom when it was ready. As I listened the words, “She's going to get an ENEMA” were so loud in my head it's a wonder the nurse and mom didn't hear them!

Thanks @toni_78 for triggering some great memories. A nice Christmas gift, lol

I basically knew that all along.

When Dad gave me my first enema at age 4, he was explaining how it was done and how I would feel.he told me not to be scared, and just to show me how easy the enema I was getting was, he said, “Wait right here,” went into the bathroom, came out holding a bulging 2-qt HWB with just the stopper, no hose or nozzle. First he held the 4-oz bulb that had been part of the conversation up to my tummy and then held the HWB up to his tummy. He said, “This is what I use when I have to take an enema, and it's the same as what your Mom used when she had to take one.”

There was a time, I must have been in 3rd and 4th grade, that Dad had to work a Tuesday through Saturday schedule. He negotiated that so that he could stay off the 4-midnight shift and could get some time to be my parent. I would get home from school and head streight for the bathroom. Every 8 weeks or so, that same bag and it's white ribbed hose. would be hanging over the shower rail drying when I got home.

@jekyll_doctor interesting his comment, it seems that in some families the subject flows or flows very naturally ... qdo was that?

As I have already shared elsewhere our house had two bags: a combination bag for enemas and an open top bag that I did not know until years later was what mom used for douching. Be that the case for many years one or the other bag might be out in the bathroom. It was only through a process of elimination (no pun) that I got to know if one of my sisters had gotten an enema, but if none of us kids did, then it was either mom or dad. It was an era when enemas were pretty common so nobody gave any of it a second thought.