How do women learn to give an enema?

Many report that mom was responsible for giving enemas. There are several things to consider (bulb or bag, nozzle size and shape, volume and type of liquid, etc). So, how do women learn how to give good enemas? Own experience, playing with a partner, reading instructions?

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So many of us are tied to the memories of being given enemas by mom (or another significant adult) in our youth and that model is what we've adopted for enemas. In other words, what was good enough for mom, is good enough for me. The varied early enema experiences will translate into similarly varied enema practices later on. Some were given bulb enemas which is now their hot button. Some were given only bag enemas- (my hot button). The specifics of what constitutes a "good" enema are no doubt largely dictated by those early memories for many of us. .....michael https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/16551

My siblings and I learned the basics growing up watching mom give us enemas. Grandma also gave us enemas along with moms two younger sisters. They were preteens when grandma taught them how to care for us, then gave them the responsibility of giving us our evening bath along with enemas and occasionally spankings. As we got older, both mom and her two sisters let us help give our siblings enemas under their supervision. Then the year I turned twelve, grandma taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility. Afterwards, my siblings and I started swapping enemas with each other. That’s when we learned how to give each other good enemas.

Growing up enemas were a fairly common event. Mom would set the enema up and give to me. As I got older id watch the solution being made up and the bag being filled.

Eventually i learnt to give to myself and what I liked and didn't like.

Practice makes perfect.

Back in the days, in my case in the 50's, although my mother forced enemas on me don't think she actually knew how to give an enema. I think the only reason the bag wasn't higher is she was limited by the hose length and how far she could reach to hang the bag. I know the bag could hold 2 quarts but the doctor told her to give me a quart. I don't know if she put anything in the water. She did use the small nozzle on me. Where would she learn, her parents? Don't. There was an enema manual or quick start guide and certainly no internet.

@Saraswitches said,

Practice makes perfect.

When my siblings and I were teenagers, we got plenty of practice on each other two or three times a week.

Eventually i learnt to give to myself and what I liked and didn't like.

The practice we did on each other is how we learned our likes and dislikes. So, practice makes perfect, sure worked for us.

Good question. I am sure there are going to be a lot of Mom or Mother answers. The first time I was given an enema it was by my Mom. She would put her foot on my head and squeeze the bag while I struggled to take it on the floor eventually pooping all over the place. It was humiliating and not something I looked forward to. I used the same equipment as her big bag and ball nozzle. It was a once-a-week Mother and Me activity.

I learned to take a pleasant enema at the boarding school. The Nurse there taught me how to do it right. It was a nice experience for a change. She helped me choose the proper equipment to order. I had a 4-quart bag to grow into. with a longish nozzle with a retention ring to grip.

I had chronic constipation and still do. It is not as bad now. At school, I was part of the Bagger Girls Club. It was not an uncommon problem. Once a week or when necessary enema or suppository. I chose the enema.

We could use the private stall and toilet in the infirmary and then shower. Supervised. No funny business. Clean your mess.

Good question. I am sure there are going to be a lot of Mom or Mother answers. The first time I was given an enema it was by my Mom. She would put her foot on my head and squeeze the bag while I struggled to take it on the floor eventually pooping all over the place. It was humiliating and not something I looked forward to. I used the same equipment as her big bag and ball nozzle. It was a once-a-week Mother and Me activity.

I learned to take a pleasant enema at the boarding school. The Nurse there taught me how to do it right. It was a nice experience for a change. She helped me choose the proper equipment to order. I had chronic constipation and still do. It is not as bad now. At school, I was part of the Bagger Girls Club. It was not an uncommon problem. Once a week or when necessary.

We could use the private stall and toilet in the infirmary and then shower. Supervised. No funny business. Clean your mess.

Thank you for this comment !! - nice memories, i would thought !!

Thank you for this comment !! - nice memories, i would thought !!

@4711koeln Yes I have mostly nice memories from the school. It was nicer than home was.

I learned because my mom would take me to the Enema Nurse. A retired nurse like 60 years old when I was 8. I went there a few times a year, anytime I stated sneezing or was sick in any other way. By the time I stopped going at 16, I learned I was anally erotic and knew the steps. Over the years going there it started with crying, then embarrassed as I entered puberty late at 14. I would totally nude at all ages. Now I love enemas!

It’s not rocket science! Just have to be really careful when inserting anything into the rectum. Honestly I learned by reading the directions & looking at the pictures on the Fleet box when I was like 9

Well, I had the one at nine and hated it. My sister got them a lot. I was not interested at all. I thought anything back there was dirty unless they had had an enema and I knew it. Fast forward. I had been chatting with this girl for I would say two years, maybe longer. Then she started having problems with her husband. Then she started telling me that she was going to move out here to be with me. I kept saying come one. I thought she was just playing. Then all of a sudden I did not hear from her for a few days. Then my phone rang and it was you know who. She asked where she was. When she told me the names of the streets and what she was seeing I almost died. I knew she was here. I told her I would be there as soon as I could. Like 45 minutes. Fast forward again and we were in bed after sex and talking. She asked me why I would not let me put a finger in my ass. I told her I did not want her to feel anything. She asked if I had ever felt anything in her and I said no. She told me that is because while I was at work she was doing enemas. I cringed. She told me how she hated hiding it and asked if I would help her. For weeks I helped her. She had a mirror and told me exactly what to do. I kept watching her have major orgasms. Finally, I got up the nerve and asked her to give me one. She took her time. I would feel a cramp and tell her to stop and she would. My goal was to get the full bag in me and have a major orgasm. That took weeks but it finally happened.

Today, when nearly everybody has access to the internet, you can go to YouTube and find many videos explaining how to give yourself or somebody else an enema. But I grew up in a time well before the internet so for us it was usually our mother, or whoever gave us our enemas, that we learned from.

I clearly remember that as I was getting undressed and mom was preparing for my enema, she explained what she was doing and why. She would explain about the correct water temperature and sometimes let me stick my finger into it in the sink to see what it feels like. She showed me how to "burp" the bulb to be sure there was no air in it. And one thing that surely led me to like those enemas, and start to do it myself, was that I was allowed to say stop when I thought I was full, but with the understanding that if it did not produce it would be repeated. And I am sure she learned all of this from her mother when she was my age.

I learned from watching my Mother.. but, I don’t really think my Mom knew a lot about giving enemas.. She, once, told me that she had only had one enema in her life and that it was right before she had me and that if anyone ever tried to give her another one they’d have catch her and hold her down. She, also, told me that she just could not understand why I or anyone else wanted to take enemas! But, that did not stop her from giving me my daily enema! Again, as I said earlier, I doubt Mom knew much about giving enemas, but it is not rocket science is it?

My sub had me watch him give himself enemas. He gave an idea of his perfect temp, how much he could take, the speed he was able to take the water, and how long he could retain it. This was before he made his own double balloon nozzle.

Over many enemas experiences, some him just taking them as an enema and eventually with me being involved as his sexual partner, I learned how he liked his enemas. I also learned what he didn't like to be administered when he needed to submit.

So...women learn by watching, researching, and just listening.

@MissStress what or how do you mean when you wrote this?

I also learned what he didn't like to be administered when he needed to submit.

The first time that I administered an enema to my sister, I merely followed the procedure that my mother used. I made sure the liquid was not too hot by running the water on the inside if my wrist. I just used plain water so there was no solution to be mixed. I hung the bag on the hook of the bathroom wall that mother always used. My sister assumed the knee-chest position so there was no debate as to how to position her. I might add here that both my sister, who went on to teach nursing, and I had read my mother's nursing manuals so neither of us were completely knowledgeable regarding enema procedures.

While there is not a lot to learn about administering an enema, there are some do's and don'ts. When I read here some of the questions regarding possible solutions, I shudder to think the damage that could be done. Therefore, I believe common since is extremely important. There is plenty of information on the net regarding solutions so I would stick to those medically recommended solutions. I see a lot of questions here about alcohol enemas. While I am sure that diluted alcohol taking anally can give you a nice high. I will stick to my alcohols orally.

Although I rarely was given an enema growing up, my mother took them frequently at night before going to bed. In the morning I used to find her syringe hanging in the shower, so I would take it out and dry it, and leave it for her to put away.

I didn’t pay a lot of attention to how I would give an enema until I was married in my early 20s and needed home nursing care after I was in an accident. I had an amazing young nurse who had my doctor's OK to give me enemas as necessary because I was doped up on pain medication. I began to secretly enjoy the enemas and asked her lots of questions.

It wasn’t all that hard, but she shared “little things” that a nurse from three generations of nurses knows how to give a “ productive” enema, and she called it, while keeping her patient as comfortable as possible. She taught me breathing techniques and visualization. She taught me how to insert a tube or nozzle more comfortably when the patient is tensing up, like I was doing. It’s not rocket science, but an enema is an invasive treatment inside the body that requires a knowledge of technique and safety. I cringe sometimes when I read on this site what some people are doing.

I became a home nursing guide junkie, so about two years into our marriage when my husband was down sick with a fever, I tried out my techniques on him. The enema really worked, and it did not injure him for life! He was a reluctant husband at first, but he learned by trusting me that an enema would actually make him feel better — has did my two daughters on rare occasions.

Seriously, I think there’s a gift that most women have at giving home nursing care. We tend to learn these things, as caregiving seems to be in our DNA.