Open use of enemas at home

Yes, we lived a half mile back off the road and had summer time enema play at the cow tank. Warm water was brought out from the kitchen in a 5 gallon bucket. It was hung high and siphoned out through a weighted hose dropped into the bucket. If it was too warm, cold water was caught from the well and dumped in till the temperature was proper. I would feel a cool rush when it started running up in me and learned to sigh heavily as it began. We would blow it out from a kneeling position and a mark was made where it hit. We used to have a Blk n Wht photo of daddy with mom's brazier strapped on and his belly looking pregnant, as it had gotten great. We could get refills to make another mark and try to better our last aim and squirt.

I also learned that a warm enema while leaning back in the cold cow's tank was something really extra nice. An enema reward for being helpful was sought after and greatly treasured. I liked to hide under her dress while she was standing at the stove or kitchen sink. I remember she would sometimes lift the hem a little and invite me in. I would crawl under and she would pet my head. I confessed a desire to get under and breath in her scent. I discovered there was a certain situation i had to be careful of like, if she would stop petting my head and just press it closer, causing me to struggle for breath. When she turned me loose, i was told to quickly go outside and play. Catching my breath, i raced out the door as if she was chasing me.

I was an only child at the time I was getting enemas, but they were given in various parts if the house, my bed, the bathroom with doors open. In the basement bathroom, my dad built a table out of 2x4s with a padded top. After this was built, that's where I got my enemas. I don't recall the door ever being closed and there was a large window that let light in, so things were pretty open. I never saw my parents getting enemas. The enema downstairs was from a white can which hung from a nail on the wall. It hung there between enemas. Upstairs, was a red bag, hose & big hard plastic nozzle (not douche). The bag hung from the shower head to dry, after whic it was hung on the back of the bathroom door where everyone, including visiting friends could see it. It was no big deal as enema bags were hung in their bathrooms as well.

@Public_Enema ....my dad built a table out of 2x4s with a padded top. After this was built, that's where I got my enemas.

Was the table used just for your enemas?

It wasn't a secret in our family. All of us kids got them regularly and the enema bag was out in plain sight in the bathroom most of the time. I know my mom gave them to my dad sometimes too. My sisters were invited to watch me receiving enemas as part of learning to give them and eventually they were allowed to give them to me and each other.

While enemas were fairly common in our home growing up they were a private affair. But if I was in my room I could clearly hear what was happening in the bathroom next door. Knowing who had entered or exited the bathroom I also knew who the recipient was. Later if I went into the bathroom the enema bag would be there drying on the towel bar. Also if the bathroom smelled like Ivory soap it had been an enema but a minty odor and the open top syringe I later figured out that mom had douched.

@Imperfectionist said,

My sisters were invited to watch me receiving enemas as part of learning to give them and eventually they were allowed to give them to me and each other.

When we were growing up in the nineteen fifties, enemas were a common remedy for a lot of different maladies. We didn’t get enemas on a regular schedule, but we might as well have had. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. Mom, grandma, or mom's teenage sisters were always giving us enemas for something. During the summer, when we spent a lot of time at grandmas, this was especially true of mom’s teenage sisters. They liked enemas as much as we did, and I think they looked for excuses to give us enemas, so they could give themselves enemas afterwards. This was made easy for two reasons. First, grandma had a large downstairs bathroom with a dual head shower, making it convenient to take care of us together. Second, grandma delegated our bath time to the two girls. This included giving us a spanking when we got in trouble, enemas as needed, and giving us a shower. Plus, the girls were first to let us participate in giving our siblings enemas, a good year before mom did.

The year I was ten, mom started letting our younger sister hold the rectal nozzle in place when she gave my brother and I enemas. In the beginning that’s all she did, but when mom started letting her lubricate us with a Vaseline covered finger before inserting the rectal nozzle, we bitched about it. We told mom, it wasn’t fair she got to help when we didn’t. Afterwards, mom let my brother and I help as well. After a few months, all she basically did was supervise us giving each other enemas. Things didn’t change at grandmas, we continued to get enemas from her and our aunts. Tho our level of participation had increased with the girls. Mom continued to supervise us at home until our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility. This happened the summer I turned twelve. From that point forward, we either did our own enemas or we gave them to each other. Grandma continued to give us a 3H enema every summer and our aunts continued their assistance one on one. When they offered their help, as a rule, we accepted because we really enjoyed how they administered enemas.