Enemas in the 1940s and 50s

The one I remember more than most was in the early 50's, I was born in the mid forty's, my aunt was staying with us and she( not knowing at the she used them often on herself and my cousins)told my mother it didn't seem to be going enough and hence I was led into the bathroom and out came the can and a 30 in colon tube, I had seen them in the closet for years but didn't have a clue what they were for, I was about to find out, was told to strip to my shorts and my aunt filled the can with warm water and ivory soap, i was told to lay across my mom's lap and it started, the tube was slowly inserted as the water went in, I wasn't sure what was happening but ya my little 8 yr old pee pee got hard and it all felt good for a while, until the cramps started and my aunt said I had to it all or start over, I can still feel the warmth of my mom's hand on my rump holding in the tube.

That was the start of my life into the E scene, I have tried most things you can imagine over the years and can not say I have ever had one I didn't love

Enemas in those years were so common place it was not at all unusual to see Enema Equipment displays in the store front windows of the local Drug stores.

Billy Joe

I was born in the 40"s and enemas were very common and always hanging in the back of the bathroom door. My mother was an RN and my sister and I got an enema every Sunday afternoon. The enema was usuall hung in the large doorway between the living room and the dining room and we would get down, one at a time, in the knee chest position usuall fully nude to receive our enema. Mother also believed sex was something that should be open and not hidden thus we were naked. When I began to get an erection with my enema, she insisted I rub my penis utill I ejaculated, thus showing my sister how babies begin.

In our house the red rubber open top enema bag was stored on the top shelf of the linen closet. If I had sniffles that developed into a heavy cold it was aspirin and into bed for me. The next morning the enema bag would come out. After a good cleaning out it was hung in the shower to dry. The memory of it lasts to this day and I still use a red open top bag.

An enema wasn't very common in my household in the 40s but they did occur. I remember my first one when I was around 6 or 7: I was sitting on the toilet and not having any luck. My mother knocked on the door and asked how I was doing. I said something like, "nothing will come out". Next think I knew, she opened the door and came in carrying a green enema bag with a child-size, black nozzle on the hose. I asked her what she was doing, and she replied, "I'm going to give you an enema." She filled the bag with water and swished a bar of soap in it. She hung it on a nail and said, "Bend over." She inserted the nozzle and I remember feeling a burning pain. I suspect she either didn't lubricate it well, or she used soap to do it. I cried and cried. Not a great experience! Another one that I remember when I was around 10. The doctor had asked for a stool sample for some reason or other. I hadn't had a bm for a while so my mother decide to hurry things up. She had me stand facing the toilet with a pan on the floor behind me to catch the stools. She inserted a suppository and waited. Nothing happened. So, she got out the old green bag and gave me an enema. THat worked of course. It wasn't until I was a teenager that I realized that the idea of an enema was a turn on. Just thinking about one or reading about them got me very excited.

Enemas were sometimes used in my childhood home. They were kept quiet. I had one occasionally, but we never made a big deal of it. But when my aunt, my father's sister-in-law, visited, Mom discussed enemas openly with her. Maybe Mom needed somebody to talk it over with . . .

Enema equipment was kept discrete in my household, with the classic red rubber bag hanging on the backside of a linen closet door little used by anyone except my parents. However, I had an aunt where the equipment was much more prominent. Visiting there, there was always a bag hanging on the back side of the bathroom door, an enema can on the shelf over the commode, and a bulb syringe sitting on the window sill behind the drawn curtain. I always found lots of ways to use the bathroom frequently as I got quite turned on by that equipment and would think about what my cousins related to me about their experiences with it.

When I was growing up, Enemas were as common place as Aspirin, Mustard Plasters, hot Soup.

I remember the red bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door in the late 50's early 60's. Common solution if you had an upset stomach, just flush out whatever was causing the upset. Everybody in the family was on the receiving end at one time or another.

My mother was a nurse and she was really into giving enemas. It seems like no matter what the problem was you got enemas. It wasn't until I was older that I realized that she got off giving enemas

My mom grew up in the '50s and has shared with me a few times that whenever she was sick even with bad cold and through her teenage years, Grandma Jane (her mom) gave her an enema. Grandma had a year of nurses training but changed her mind and decided on another career in counseling. Mom joked that Grandma was a pro with an enema bag, which was rarely put away as she gave herself enemas for what she called a "spastic colon" in those days. That condition seems to have been passed down among us "girls" in the family, as I have a bit of that condition as well.

My mothers sister and my grandmother live on the first floor at our house and between my sister and i there were aunts three daughters so it seemed like someone was always getting an enema.If any one of us had anyting from a belly ache to a cold or fever the enema bag came out.I can remember screming and carring as my aunt and grandma helped mom give me a could cleaning with a good warm soap suds enema or two or three.I herd my aunt and grand mother say so many times,i think he needs enema to cleane his bowels out.

I so enjoyed the 50s as a child getting enemas from my mom, an RN and an expert in giving very enjoyable enemas. she never hesitated to get the enema bag out to give me a thorough internal cleansing. I have many great enema memories from here and my aunt, also an RN who believed in the enema bag. Love to chat about enemas past and present with like minded males and females. Drop me a note if u please...!

Growing up in the "golden age" meant EVERY home had their own enema gear in the bathroom. Or in the linen closet. It was often in plain view.

My personal experiences with enemas were in the late 40's and early 50's, and much the same as those described by Bud11793, except it was only my mother who gave me enemas. She wasn't a nurse, but was an educated woman who simply believed that enemas were a good "cure all" for whatever flu or intestinal ailment one might be suffering from. All the enemas I received were pleasurable and soothing, and were never used as a "threatening tool" in our household, but merely a remedy for illness. Because of this positive experience with enemas as a young child, I was more than happy to pleasure myself with them as I went into puberty......and nothing has changed since.

That's very true. We had an enema bag in our house and so did most of my friends. Nobody seemed too concerned that outsiders might see them either. If they did, so what, because we all got them from time to time and everybody knew it.

I remember the red bag hanging on the inside of the bathroom door in my friends apartment in the mid 50's. I asked her what it was and when she told me I was afraid of it. (I only got bulb enemas at home and had never seen a bag before.)

Growing up my two sisters and I all got enemas, but my younger sister seemed to get more than my older sister and me put together. The enema bag was often out drying on the towel rack and when it wasn't it was kept in the linen closet across the hall from the bathroom. Since it was out as much as it was put away, it was not a secret that the bag was pretty much a common fixture in our house just the way it was commonly seen in the bathrooms of many of my friends. Nobody seemed to care either.

Born and raised in the 40's and 50's I can relate to all the previous posts. The red bag and hose was always hanging some where in the bath room drying out.

The red bag and hose didn't stay out, but came out on an "as needed" basis for whatever ailed us at the time. Enemas were a standard home remedy in our household back in the 40's and 50's.

I am convinced that doctors making house calls always ordered enemas for any ailment; this was more for the mother's benefit. She felt like she was doing SOMETHING to help her child recover. It couldn't hurt to flush out a kid's bowels and mom got some satisfaction that she was involved in making her kid feel better.

This, coupled with the fact that most birth control was a diaphragm and jelly, which meant that most wives douched 2-3 times a week and you have the apparatus hanging out drying most of the time.

MariettaJack just read your post. A good buddy of mine explained masturbation to me when I was 14. He was about a year older than me. I started masturbating shortly after that and later that year just before my 15th birthday I started the home alone enemas with the old red rubber bag.

I never got enemas as I was growing up. I feel that I missed out on an experience. I was born in the late 50s so perhaps it wasn't as common by that time.

Born in the 40's and raised in the 40's-50's I can relate to these posts. The red bag was always out and drying. Enenas were openly discussed and given before consulting the doctor!

About same age and past experience as "funenemas". Enemas were simply the "cure all" for whatever ailed us as kids. An enema was the standard home remedy, and we seldom went to the doctors, unless the situation was really serious. My childhood enemas were not real frequent, but I remember them well, and fondly......although I was too young to be sexually stimulated by them at the time. Same routine. Lying on my stomach on a towel on the bathroom floor, receiving a series of good warm Ivory SS enemas from my Mom from the red bag hung on the inside bathroom door handle. Red hose and black baketite enema nozzle was used on me, with Vaseline as the lubricant.

Yes, the enema was the cure-all of the day. That and a couple of old standbys in the medicine cabinet such as aspirin, Pepto-Bismal, Bromo Seltzer, Sucrets lozenges, mercurochrome, Band aids, and an ice pack. In our house the enema was #1 or #2 of the remedies that would be used, but we always got better. Even if the doctor was called, there was still likely an enema in the offing because if Mom didn't give one on her own judgement, she gave one on doctor's orders. I think there is still more to it than we might think.

I agree with Emom. In our house enemas were routinely administered by Mom (OTK) whenever she thought I needed one. I'll never forget the red bag, Ivory soap and douch nozzle.

In Germany there were in the 50th also many enema bags in our hospitals.I remember they were given by nurses in long white rubberaprons.Sometimes those aprons had been wet.

Yes I grew up in the 50s and enemas were a regular thing

On Mother's side of family, Grandmother and Aunts usually had the enema bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door!