When Did You Learn About Enemas?

At what age did you learn about enemas? I didn't know what one was until age 12 when I saw an illustration in a Red Cross Home Nursing book. I was on the receiving end of a lot of suppositories and thermometers until about age six but never received an enema as a child.

My mom used to volunteer at a second hand store run by our parish and it was there I discovered an old nursing book. I was blown away by the description of the procedure and turned on by the line illustration which depicted a woman administering an enema to an adult lying in bed. I had no idea it was possible to inject water into the anus. Needless to say, I did some experimenting using makeshift enema devices that summer.

About 5 maybe. I saw my younger siblings getting them. I'm sure the same happened to me. However any memory of that is locked away beyond my reach.

I think I was about 17 and watching "SNL" when in a skit, a female character was asked to say "suppository". I didn't know what that was, so looked it up in the dictionary. Eventually that lead to finding out about enemas. I looked in books in the school and local libraries for more information, and also found out about colonics. I was already a diaper fetishist, so the interest in this fit hand in hand with that as I think it does for many. It was mainly about a fantasy of women receiving, not really myself.

On the job training. I was three and a half when mom gave me my first enema. After that I paid attention to what was in bathrooms. Most every one had an enema bag hanging either in the tub/shower area or behind the door.

When I was nine. It was bad. I didn't mind the finger for the lube. I didn't mind the nozzle going in. I didn't mind the first rush of water going in. But, once the cramps hit I was gone. I took off on all fours and whatever was in me came out. Mom was yelling get back here. I ran to our bedroom and hugged my sister crying. She knew what had happened because she used to get them a lot for cramps from constipation.

I got 'em from the time I was real young. First the bulb, and as time progressed, the bag. I liked all of them. It was the '50s and mom was a nurse, and enemas were the great cure-all. I'm glad they were. It turned me on early to things anal. I discovered my anal eroticism early on, and it's been a really enjoyable part of life for a lot of years.

When I was 5. I had just been placed in foster care with a couple who, in their private life were both very much into enemas, and a few other things, as I was soon to find out. I remember being told that as I was now their little boy, they were going to take good care of me. Didn't know it then, but that meant an obsession with my bowels and constant enemas.

I was about fifteen and, like @DoctorJohnny2, read about it in a home nursing handbook. I’ve posted photos of the relevant pages in a gallery. Some time later I improvised equipment (there was none in the house) and after some fumbling managed to give myself a soapy water enema.

Five or six when my mother gave my sisters and me an enema. Lined up on the floor she went from one to the other, same bag, same nozzle.

When I was 9 years old, my much younger sister gets one for constipation.

She got all the attention from my mother and grandma, so I was a little

bit jealous and that got me hooked, I think. (Uh, psychology :-) )

Penthouse Variations, I connected the dots when I was seventeen and never stopped😍

I received them as a very small child, maybe 3 yrs old? I have always had constipation problems. I remember my Mom giving me a laxative that me me throw up and a conversation in the Dr's office. The Doctor said to try an enema. Soon I was kneeling in the bathroom floor a red bulb with black nozzle slick with Vaseline inserted into my rectum. It worked every time. About 6 years old she began using the enema bag on me. The same B.F. Goodrich combination syringe that she used. I would lay in the bathroom floor on my back, knees up and she would inset the lubricated bat shaped nozzle into my rectum. She always hung the bag on the medicine cabinet door, (same place for her enemas) but it was about 5 feet off the floor, much too high. The enemas from the bag always cramped like hell, but I still enjoyed them in a strange way. As I got older about 8 or so, I would get an erection when the water flowed. She said: "stop that it's nasty". I would innocently say "stop what", because I was not willingly doing anything. After that she would just ignore my erections. The enemas tapered off at about 12 to 13, my constipation got better. I did return as I got older and I am now a regular enema taker!

When I was 4 years old and was constipated during a cold the family doctor told my Mom to give me a 1 pint enema of warm salt water. She used the enema bag on me for the 1st time and I was scared, not knowing what she was doing to me. I struggled and cried. She had probably used an enema bulb syringe on me before that but I didn't really remember, although I know she had several sizes of bulb syringes in the bathroom cupboard and she had certainly given me glycerin suppositories and soapsticks during toilet training to make me poop when she wanted me to. It wasn't long before she started giving me soapsuds enemas with the enema bag whenever I was sick enough to be kept home from school with the doctor's approval.

@Rigel said,

Five or six when my mother gave my sisters and me an enema. Lined up on the floor she went from one to the other, same bag, same nozzle.

Like my siblings and I growing up. Mom gave us enemas laying across our bed together. She had a three-quart pumpkin bag and gave each of us one quart using an adult rectal nozzle. Like your mom, she went down the line using the same bag and rectal nozzle on each of us. However, grandma was different, she normally gave us enemas one on one in the privacy of the bathroom starting around age five.

I believe that many of us have shared our early introductions to enemas, suppositories, and rectal temps, in many of the threads here. I suppose that we began "learning about enemas" from our earliest recollections of being on the receiving end. In my case, my older sister even recalled some events when I was being toilet trained beyond my earliest memories.

Thus, my "learning" started about 70 years ago. In the "Golden Years", enemas were far more common and acceptable as a therapeutic modality for a plethora of conditions. They also became a preventative or pre-emptive effort to avoid challenging circumstances medically or naturally (BM's!). My mom and grandma, and the family doctors or nurses, supported, administered, prescribed, and advocated for their use. Consequently, just about every item of rubber composition existed in our home or apartment. An enema/douche bag was ever present and often hanging to dry.

There were numerous health and medical texts around the house, and available in the libraries, to allow for us kids to explore the why's and wherefor"s that we received enemas and other treatments. On many occasions, we were privy to the adult discussions that were very enlightening. If we dared to ask, we had explanations as to why they were given in many situations at home, in a clinic or hospital, or even at the neighbor's ( our friends).

I've always believed that my enema expertise and enjoyment began very young. Thank goodness any guilt feelings were overcome when it was openly published that so many of you, and others, seemed to have this unique (?) or unusual attraction as well. Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@sse4fun said,

I suppose that we began "learning about enemas" from our earliest recollections of being on the receiving end. In my case, my older sister even recalled some events when I was being toilet trained beyond my earliest memories.

You’re quite correct, it was like that for my siblings and I growing up. We learned a lot from mom, grandma, and our two aunts. However, of the four, we learned more about enemas from our two young aunts. With mom and grandma, enemas were discussed in a no-nonsense manner. But with our two young aunts, it wasn’t like that at all, they would demonstrate or explain a lot more than mom or grandma. With mom and grandma, enemas were all business, no playing around. However, with the two girls, enemas could get playful at times. It was the nineteen fifties; sex was taboo, and enemas were in common everyday use as a prophylactic or cure for a variety of different maladies. So, enemas on a daily or weekly basis were commonplace depending on the situation. And it wasn’t any different for us growing up.

I learned at a very early age through observation, discussions with mom and experience. I grew up in '50's at a time when enemas were frequent and the equipment was on display quite regularly in our bathroom.

I got the first enema I remember when I was 5 and in the hospital to have my tonsils removed. But the word 'enema' was not mentioned. I was being given a bed bath and was told that in hospitals it was important to be clean not just on the outside but the inside too. The enema was very skillfully delivered it was almost a non-event at that time among all the strange (to a 5 year old) things that went on at the hospital.

Jump forward 4-5 years and now in 5th grade and hating my teacher. I started to fake stomach cramps to stay home from school, often when an test was planned or an assignment due. It worked for a time but ended up being taken to our doctor. He told my parents to give me frequent enemas to see if that helped. I got an enema that night and several more nights in a row, then switched to weekly plus others 'as needed'.

As they say, "The rest is history".

I found out what an enema was after my mom took me to the doctor for constipation when I was six years old. I still remember how she told me that she was going to give me special medicine in my bottom that would help me go to the bathroom 😩🪦

Learning by doing !!

I learned about enemas very young- maybe around 3 years when I started getting them with a bulb. I usually got them in diaper position…still very fond of getting enemas on my back ❤️

I was about 12 ish? My grandparents had a Fleet under the sink. I read the box and became very curious about it.

My mother had some nursing training and altough professional she was erotic about enemas. At age five she would tell me about bowel control and the need for an enema when you were sick. One time age five she told me not to go in the bathroon because she was going to give aliitle girl in the neighborhood an enema, with her mother's help. I would be hanging around the nursery and I would see her give small children a small bulb enema.

I discovered it through a porn novel I found when I was probably 12 or so. In the story a voyeur got caught by a dominatrix and she forced him to have a few enemas before ramming his bung with a strap on so she wouldn't turn him in to the cops for spying on her. I didn't try it until I was older but the story got me thinking about it.

Prior to military school, the enemas I received from 5-10 years of age were curious sensations to put it mildly,

but my real interest in the total experience, feeling the deep sensations which were quite myserious to me then,

were by my Social Studies teacher, (also the school resident doctor) at the fine age of 10, where he introduced

the full insertions of colon tubes... which really convicted me to the entire process, so I would have to say 10 was

the year that I truly learned of enemas and the great deal about them and all of the following sensations that most

of us might now be most familiar with.

I was 5 and constipated so my mom gave me one. I don't think I ever lost track of where she stored the bag after that

I was tn the hospital recovering from from an allergic reaction to a drug. It resulted in me breaking out head to toe, everywhere. I was bedridden long enough that I had to learn to walk again afterwards. This means I was catheterized because I couldn't get out of bed. It also meant that all defecation took place on a bedpan. It was very difficult for me to poop while laying down because my plumbing not lining up right (I'm guessing). This required frequent (really frequent) enemas and suppositories due to practically continuous constipation. I don't know how long I was stuck in bed. But I was given an enema nearly every day and the nuns saw to that. Suppositories were mostly ineffective. I don't know what they were as they were always hidden before insertion. I probably got hundreds of enemas over that period of time. It was very painful to get tolled over to be put on the bedpan or get a suppository pushed in my anus. Everything was covered in blisters, even my genitals and anus. I remember the sheets were rubber so I wouldn't stick to them. I was covered with so much Bacitracin that the smell make me sick now.

The kids at that time were kept in wards and I was kept mostly naked because of the blisters so everybody saw everything from rectal temps, enemas, and pooping on the bedpan.

From a very early age - I was constipated often, likely from a diet high in beef, and lacking fiber. Earliest clear memories over Mom’s lap, usually her robe hiked up, and feeling some comfort with the skin on skin contact. She used a syringe for those enemas, a lot of encouragement to hold as long as possible- even as I was 8 or 9, still over my mother’s lap or my aunt’s, her younger sister. This aunt was a bit of a free spirit, sang in a dance band, and would drink whiskey with my father and uncle. For some reason the giving of my enemas was turned over to her, and I enjoyed her ministrations immensely. I do have a fairly vivid memory being over her lap, maybe 9 years old, fascinated by her nylons and garters, plainly visible as her dress or nightgown was hiked up, I supposed to prevent an accidental wetting. Sometime that summer after I was finished with 3 or 4 fills, she probed me fairly deeply and explained about the prostate gland and its function. Not much later I was made to kneel on the bathroom floor to receive, and as I began to sport an erection, around 13 or so, I had to self administer-Those were the years that formed my love for an unhurried enema, which I still enjoy!