How many of you had nurses in your lives growing up?

As I have said many times here, my mother was a nurse by training. What am I am asking is how many of you had mothers, grandmothers or aunts that were nurses. If so, do you think that you received more enemas growing up than your friends providing that you could get friends to talk about enemas? I always felt that I received more enemas growing up than my friends for I didn't need to be constipated to receive an enema. All I had to do what appear a little our of sorts and out came the enema bag, Let me make myself perfectly clear. I am not applying that I was abused. On the contrary, I was anything but. In fact, mother being part translator and nurse also had more than a little con woman in her and she could talk me into almost anything. She had a way of conning me into the enema with concepts like think how much better you will feel when it's over. We'll get whatever is making you feel poorly out of you and you'll be right as rain. I never knew what was allegedly right about rain.

My paternal grandmother was a nurse, strangely she never gave me one, even if she advocated for it. In my kid years it was always the great grandmother the giver of choice. While later on aunts came along. Mother always the last choice. After that if there was a need and my wife not around, I turned to my sister. I have to say that nurses, probably because of their job, have always been very open toward the practice and I number a few among my enema friends. None Italian or American though.... British, German, Polish, Romanian and Philippinas....

@ddell2 said,

What am I am asking is how many of you had mothers, grandmothers or aunts that were nurses. If so, do you think that you received more enemas growing up than your friends providing that you could get friends to talk about enemas?

My grandmother was a retired Registered Nurse and a firm believer in enemas for kids, teenagers, and adults. It didn’t matter who you were, if she thought you needed an enema, she’d say so. With kids, she’d take them to the bathroom and give them an enema. But with teenagers and adults, she’d tell them they needed one and fully expected them to take care of themselves. To that end, she taught her two younger daughters how to take care of themselves as preteens, then gave them the job of doing our evening bath. Which included enemas and the occasional spanking. Once that happened, she’d tell one of the girls to take care of us, whenever we needed an enema. And like her mother, mom was just as quick to give us enemas for the same reasons grandma did. Like being moody, out of sorts, not eating normally, or being constipated were just a few of the reasons we received enemas.

We had a neighbor who was a nurse and at least twice I remember her present when I received an enema from my mother.

My father's sister was a nurse, two of my mother's brothers married nurses, so YES there were nurses in the family. It most definitely led to me receiving more enemas growing up. When the family got together for holidays, birthdays, or other events there was always talk among the women of enemas: whose child had gotten them recently, whose kids were about to get one, how much should be given, best solutions, how old before a full bag should be given - and more. No thought was given about privacy of the cousins being spoken about.

In the case of my father's sister - she actually administered enemas on the occasions I vacationed with her. She was not the

aunt of naughty stories, rather, she was a spinster who just tolerated children, and her enemas were clinical, no nonsense affairs. She travelled with a fountain syringe and seemed to always find a reason to use it!

My mother did not need much urging to administer a good clean out, but she most definitely was influenced by the advice of the aunts who were nurses.

No nurse relatives, part of me wishes there had been......

I dated a few. I knew some from

My work. I have some in my family.,

@jekyll_doctor Jekyll No thought was given about privacy of the cousins being spoken about.

While I have heard my mother discuss and recommend enemas with her friend, I never heard her say anything directly about me like "I gave Diane an enema."

My grandmother was a nurse and worked in the hospital. Labor and. Deliver ack the 50s until mid 70s. As a result myself and m sisters were subject. To weeklyy enemas We would e on ou racks on the special le with our legs drawup so the nozzle could bbe. Inserted.

My mother was a nurse. There are quite a few of them in my family. I do have my enema kink but other than that I have no interest in med-fet. I came to associate nursing with the grittier part of health care. I love them and we all need them but I am glad I am not one.

My mother was a Navy RN. It wasn't until I was ten years old that I received my firs enema.

My mother was not a professional nurse, but she helped her father, a physician, until she became a teacher. My grandparents and mother all believed in the benefits of an enema, and I was no stranger to them growing up. My sisters and I received enemas from my earliest memories, first with the red bulbs and then the combination syringe. I heard discussions on enemas at times, and I received the most enemas in our home growing up. My infatuation with the red bulb led to many exciting adventures when young, but at 5 I was transitioned to the enema bag very abruptly, and once those began with the much better results, there was no going back.

My best friend's mother was a nurse. I went to his house 2-3 times a week from when we were 8 years old. At 14 I had a hernia. Mrs. C was my nurse, giving the prep. She took me to the tub, told me to wash up, 'especially where you're having the surgery,' and left. I scrubbed clean especially where I was having the surgery, getting an erection. She returned, catching me with penis in my soapy hand, and said, "Out of the water, fishy." (like I was a 6 year old). She dried me off, had me like down on a gurney next to the tub and shave my pubic an genital hair. I begged her not to tell Phil she shaved me, that it was another nurse. I couldn't to back to their house for a month. When I did, I blushed seeing her. She resumed being 'Phil's Mom,' as if nothing had happened.

My mother, my wife and my granddaughter. My mother had the equipment but I don't recall ever receiving an enema.

My grandmother was a nurse but I don't ever recall her mentioning enemas. My wife is also a nurse. She is aware I take and enjoy enemas but says they are bad for me.

My mother had trained as a nurse, but I don't remember her insisting on giving me enemas. On a weekly basis he checked my weight, height, penis and testicles..... Around the age of 10 or 11 I was embarrassed

My mother was a nurse and was older when she had me and I am sure I was given more enemas than my friends with the exception of one of my friends who lived down the alley from me. She was given enemas too.

I was married to a nurse for 11 years she just passed last may RIP Donna G.

My mom worked as a nurse up until she retired. I was never given a enema when I was growing up.

My Nanny, professional Nanny was a part time nurse also. Working a couple of shifts a week. She was a traditional woman. Meaning, anything that could be taken or administered via the rectum was!

I dated a couple in college. One was really "excited" having given an enema to a patient. I did fantasize about her giving one to me but was way too shy to bring up the subject.

My ex-wife was a nurse and my current wife is studying to become a nurse. I have not received an enema from either of them, but I have received suppositories several times

A longtime girlfriend was trained as a nurse but went into a different career. She gave me many enemas over the years in preparation for anal play. She definitley had a dominant side to her.

I dated a total of four nurses in my life and each one of them it was very easy to get them to give me an enema

Mom was a nurse at the NY State Psychiatric Hospital. Sooooo. Rectal temps, nudity and enemas were the norm

My mother, a great aunt, a cousin, a sister-in-law, my wife, my daughter.

No nurses in my family, but the nurse for our long-time family doctor was a close friend of my mother. I wasn’t sick very often, but once in high school, I had a strep throat infection after a biology field trip. “Nurse Nancy” came by our house because my mom thought I was too sick to go into the office.

Nancy took my rectal temperature and a swab of my throat. The results came back positive for strep, so the next day she came and gave me a shot in the butt that really hurt. Nancy was actually a nice lady. After that, she sometimes came over to the house and play cards with my mom, and she always asked how I was doing. No more shots, I asked!

Only one shot? if it was antibiotic sound strange ...

Only one shot? if it was antibiotic sound strange ...

One injection, lying in bed on my stomach with my PJ bottoms pulled down to my knees. Mom said it was probably penicillin.

I had a headache and a fever. Mom had taken my temperature again before the nurse arrived. We had a glass rectal thermometer that she hadn’t used on me in many years. The next day, my throat was still very sore, but I had to start swallowing a pill for the next several days, also some type of antibiotic. That’s what I remember. It was 1978.

Ah, ok, in the 1978 could be a sort of "shock terapy", followed then with antibiotic pills ...; I do imagine that the shot was given you using already a disposable syringe, I do remember still very well the six penicillin shots given me daily using a glass syringe by the "next door" nurse, obviusly very very painful ...