Ever turned down an enema opportunity?

Honestly I can’t imagine doing it but I wonder if there are circumstances where it made you uncomfortable to go forward with it?

No when someone wanted to give me one.

I remember when I had food poisoning and never felt stomach cramps as painful — and the “runs” wouldn’t stop. I thought of an enema to speed up what was coming out of me, and my dear husband even volunteered to help me take it.

I couldn’t get myself to take an enema, and finally when I got a hold of our doctor, she said an enema would make matters worse. She had me drink plain water to keep hydrated, eat small amounts of applesauce and bananas. Good advice, if you are ever hit with food poisoning. By the way, the restaurant where I got it closed a week later!

I got food poisoning from bad fish in a waterfront restaurant on the fish docks in Boston a few large enemas drastically cut the pain and quickly reset my system i was surprised at how well it worked

Yes. Back in the late 90's I slipped on some ice after a bar visit and fractured both tibia and fibula .Ended up in hospital for 3 weeks and 3 surgeries. Same situation related by many here : strong painkillers = constipation. 4 days with no output. An older male nursing assistant told me if I didn't GO before the end of his shift ,he was going to give me an enema, In those days I was very homophobic so when he asked me the big question later that evening I told him I had gone while he was at supper. I don't think he believed me because he said " If I find you're lying to me, we'll get the big soapsuds one out ." I suffered for 2 more days until a female nursing aide gave me a Dulcolax suppository. Fast forward to now and I would gladly accept his offer for 2 reasons : to relieve the discomfort and because now I would welcome enemas from male, female or transgender. Since then ,I have often wondered if I would have gotten an erection from the M2M enema ? Another one of those "We'll never know !"

I was chatting with a guy during a social event during an E Fest in Chicago in the early 2000's, and he asked if I'd like one. I thanked him for the offer but declined. For me, enemas are an extremely sexual thing, and I am not at all sexually attracted to other men. No hate at all - Just not my thing.

One such opportunity occurred many years/decades ago. I was making a delivery to a business that was fairly common. The gal who usually checked in the items noticed my cold due to my voice and runny nose. She advised me that I would do well to take garlic enemas in order to overcome the cold. I kind of winced as she proceeded to explain the process. She indicated that she was adept at giving enemas and used them herself. While I was quite intrigued, I was pretty miserable and anxious to finish my route. I regretted not taking the hint and she wasn't there the next time I delivered.

Not me, never, especially if they were explicit. I wish I was offered more often... I was surprised a few times when I offered jokingly and they accepted. Once it was a younger crew member feeling not so good because of the ship's motion, as a way to get his mind off it, in those times we were six of us in a crew cabin, I said that a warm enema would settle his stomach. The others all agreed so the poor thing bared his ass and, with everyone looking on, I gave him about a quart, just plain warm water. Well, after he got rid of it, he came back and said he was hungry....believe it or not, it worked.....I firmly believe that for most people, seasickness is a state of mind. Not long ago I was having dinner with some friends and the enema subject came on, talked about it and I admitted to practice it and how helpful it was. The next day I got a phone call, an older lady, friend of my wife , wanted to know if I was willing to help her. To make it short she was constipated, had taken some pills already and was afraid that if she took more she was going to have an accident. Told her to come over. Pleading embarrassment and all that, I had her lay on her side on the couch, lubed her tight hole and gave her a squirt of warm oil, followed by almost a quart of lightly soaped warm water. Not even 5 minutes and she was on the toilet. Been there for a while and came out all chirpy. About a month after she was asking again. This time I probed a finger in it, did not say a word and again took about the same. Next time I plan to plead a little difficulty too and see if she offers to return the favor...

Well yes I have turned down an enema opportunity...the time my husband suggested while we were at a church service. I told him "NOT NOW!" in a loud whisper but added just wait until we get home.....I will have an enema and you will get a spanking for your mind drifting away from the minister's sermon. lol Denise

@Denise . Too Cool. If you had whispered a little louder, half the congregation might have followed you home.

NO, but any offer from a guy, I would. Too weird.

Well yes I have turned down an enema opportunity...the time my husband suggested while we were at a church service. I told him "NOT NOW!" in a loud whisper but added just wait until we get home.....I will have an enema and you will get a spanking for your mind drifting away from the minister's sermon. lol Denise

Thanks for this comment !! - wrong offer, right answer, i would mean !!

Many years ago we were on our patio drinking Margaritas by the pitcher with another couple who were our best friends at the time and after eating BBQ everybody was complaining about how stuffed we were. Maybe it was the Margaritas talking, but I said my stomach was going to explode but it is nothing an enema wouldn't cure. My wife said Nancy is a nurse and I bet she could give you an enema. Nancy said she could give me an enema that I would not soon forget. Then my wife said she was going to watch to be sure an enema is all Nancy was going to give me. And everybody laughed. I did not have the balls to say, "Lets go!" I often wonder what would have happened.

One of my continuing memories of turning down an enema opportunity (that I have written about previously) happened when I was young (6-7?) and our family was visiting at grandma's house. It was the late 50's and I was sitting on the toilet, looking directly at grandma's enema bag and hose that was hanging in the bathtub. Her bag was bigger than our family bag, guessing about 3 quarts vs. our family's 2 qt. fountain syringe that I was quite familiar with. I was staring, mesmerized by the size of the bag and the large black bat shaped nozzle attached to the hose, when mom walked in (back in those days the bathroom door was never locked). I looked at her, with that guilty look of having been caught staring, and she said something like "would you like me to give that to you?" to which I quickly responded "no, I don't need it" or something to that effect.

That scene has stuck with me all these years and I continue to recall it occasionally while self administering a stimulating enema and imagining all the different scenarios that could have happened had I agreed!

Of course, a few times in all these years, when I was too sick or not in the mood. My husband is a dear, but sometimes I say no.

Well yeah of course. Sometimes, like anything else, I am just not in the mood for it.

Yes I have, but not for many many years.

Ounce when I was struggling with a very large poop, I was 5 or 6, my mom offerred to give me a bum bulb to help out. I said no, because in my young mind I couldn't figure out how she would deal with a half out hard large turd. Anyway it resolved itself..

The next time I remember I was recuperating from a hernia repair and my now deceased mother-in-law offerred an enema, I wasn't supposed to strain at all. She had also given them to me before. She was a nursing manager at a local hospital. I just didn't feel like it, several days later I was begging for it after the opiod pain meds.

Now-a-days when you really need one, even in the hospital you have to beg and plead and you might get a fleet or a suppository.

My junior year live-in college girlfriend had what I believe was a Shy type douche syringe/bag with the hose. I had been gassing up the apartment something terribly and she told me that if I kept it up she was going to give me an enema with it. Being somewhat embarrassed about the prospect of this happening I controlled the farts a little better and it didn't come up again. In hindsight this was a huge mistake on my part as that could have been the start of some interesting enema sessions with her.

Yes, an enema in a basement clinic, in winter, with the toilet in the hallway where there were frost patterns on the window – luckily I checked where the toilet was before the enema and saw it...

being naked in a freezing cold toilet with a 2-liter enema in my bowels is truly not the burner. I politely declined.

Was about 20 yo and was dating a Jewish young divorced woman. My first sexual experience. She was open to anything. Can't remember how the subject came up but she offered to give me an enema. I acted surprised (big mistake). I turned her down but said I'd enjoy giving her one. I got about 3 teaspoons in her and she bolted. How I wished later that I should have accepted her offer. Think about her often ...

I was 8 or 9 years old, possably 10, Both my parents worked on Saturday so they would make sure I had a sitter to keep me company I guess.

They had hired a girl. She was a sister to someone they worked with, I'd say she was 17 or 18. My mother must have road her if I got an upset stomach that she should give me an enema.

One time. And I can't remember what the circumstance was, she brought up the conversation that my mother said she could give me an enema if I needed one. I wasn't sick but I asked her if she took enemas. Her answer was yes, when she needed one. I often think that if I would have kept up the conversation I could have easily gotten enemas from her and possably watched her take one and even help with hers.

Looking back at that opertunity for 60+ years! Young and dumb!!

Never 😁

Yes, several times, at least the helper part. One time I had suffered from "incipient ulcerative colitis" as it turned out and my mother wanted to help me (age 27). I insisted on doing it myself. Enemas were never given in my family so it would have been a first.

The second time I was in Mexico doing research in a small city (15,000 people) and I suddenly had awful pains in my chest. I went to the capital city where a doctor set me up for an examination the next day. My problem was a gall bladder attack. That night I took several radioactive pills, then the next morning I had to have an enema to Gert rid of residual material before the examination. I had the option of going to the hospital to receive an enema from a nurse or do it myself. I chose too do it myself. I was staying with a friend who volunteered to give me the enema and I passed on that suggestion, too, and did it myself. I will never forgive myself for doing that. I believe my friend was bi and in love with me and the enema would have been a loving experience. Or, the hospital enema would have been wonderful, too. My worry was that, despite the fact that I enjoy enemas, I have a horrible time keeping an enema inside me - my gut just wants to shoot it out immediately and I can't hold more than a small amount before my gut revolts, sadly.

Other than a several-year golden period with a generous friend/lover who liked to give, I’ve never been rolling in real-life enema offers and have never turned one down.

In retrospect I should have turned down most of the enemas given to me for IBS by my physician ex-husband. His technique seemed pitched toward speed and guaranteed results for someone with traditional left-sided constipation, but in those days my IBS problems were pain and right-sided constipation that required warmer water, a higher volume, no air, and a gentler administration generally.

Initially I gratefully let him administer thinking he’d know what to do, but even after a few dismal experiences that netted out at marginally better than no enema, I didn’t think to say no, ask him to change his methods, or just get up to self-administer a more comfortable enema.

I can’t really explain why I wasn’t more assertive, except that this always happened during very bad IBS flares. Hours of pain and low-level nausea did not lend themselves to presence of mind.

Even recently when I’ve known a self-administered enema would immediately help, I’ve found it hard to muster the activation energy to get up and try when IBS pain is at its worst. I end up lying in bed, trying not to move, and riding out the agony.

There’s just something transfixing about that level of abdominal pain, which I can now attest is far worse than what I had this past December with a gallbladder so inflamed I was booked for same-day surgery. I rated the gallbladder pain as a 6/10 against IBS pain that can get up to an 8/10. (I don’t know what 9 and 10 are but assume I should leave room on the pain scale for widespread burns or nerve pain, which I hope never to know.)

In the context of very bad IBS pain, sad to say, I’d probably accept any enema I was offered, by anyone.

Well I guess there would be times to turn one down, just cannot think of one right now!

All the time when growing up. In the last 40 years, however, never.

I was on pain meds for 9 days prior to surgery and with no bowel activity. After my procedure a nurse asked me if there was anything she could do for me while was getting dressed........I really wanted to ask, but just wasn't brave enough. I still wonder if I had told her that i hadn't gone in 9 days and thinking i probably needed good old fashion enema....could or would she have helped me.

Yes but only when I didn’t have the time but rarely

I have never been asked volunarily if I wanted one !!!

I was in the hospital and was being given opioid pain pills and was getting backed up. A nice nurse was very understanding and was keeping check on me and was clear that they would be able to help me if needed. I was in too much pain to have one and let it fix by diet and lots of water and ensuring some pain while cutting down on the meds.