How old were you when you got your first enema?

Probably around 3. Mom said takeoffyouri derpants and she had me sit on her lap and lean back. She lifted my legs and inserted the black nozzle and squeezed. I reacted by yelling and screaming and she sat me on the toilet. This was te 4 oz davol bulb syringe. When i was 12 I narrowly escaped a cold water enema dueto a high fever when several aspirin reduced the fever. The 2 quart red enema with black nozzle was filled, the vaseline jat open a towel on the bathroom all ready!!!

At about 5 just before starting school, so I would not have any problems. When that worked out ok, then every Friday

night and Saturday morning in my bed. Until left for the Navy at 17. My mother always used the red bag for me.

When I came home on leave she gave me daily enemas.

I was seven years old and a little boy when I got my first enema. I remember my mother talking on the phone with the doctor and he recommended they give me an enema. I remember very distinctly laying on the bed with my mother and dad and my dad race my legs straight up in the air push them back in my mother inserted the enema. It was very uncomfortable for me but I remember it very distinctly. My dad pulled my panties down and told me to hold it for a few minutes and I remember sitting in the chair in the dining room trying to hold it. I asked him if I could go and he said I could and I ran to the bathroom

I was either 2 or 3 years old. All my enemas were similar - small blue enema bulb, almost always given by my dad while I’m lying on my stomach on the bathroom floor - sometimes I would be standing, bent over the edge of the bathtub. Mum always assisted - she would undress me, hold me down if necessary, pull my bum cheeks apart. I vividly remember the feeling of the insertion and water gushing into me. I also recall the feeling of the nozzle not being inserted perfectly the first time, and my dad would have to “search” for my bum until the nozzle went in. Hated all this at the time, but totally hooked now.

I was about 3 years old. Hated it. Mom gave them to me throughout my childhood. Not a good memory. However, in my 20's I had a

great desire to give myself an enema. I loved it. Have been doing it ever since.

I was 21 when I gave myself my first enema. I didn't hear of them until I was around 18 or so!

The first one I remember is when I was 5 years old and in the hospital for an operation . Nurse took me in bathroom and gave me a bulb syringe enema

My first enema was a barium enema, i remember it hurt alot i was crying during the whole procedure.Not a fun day. it started with a rectal exam saying they said to see why i was constipated all the time.

Growing up, I never formally received enemas but I did like to play with a plastic syringe and shoot water up my butt. Now I have my own enema bag I recently bought and occasionally pull out!

I was 6 or 7. Doctor recommended my mom try enemas after laxatives failed to help me go. I would go on to become impacted and need the doctor to remove that along with getting my first mineral oil enema as a part of a long series. After that I got them regularly, even daily for a time, to help sort out my health issues.

Enemas certainly took me by a storm for a kid growing up in the 90s / 00s. It wasn't until puberty that I started to “appreciate” them

The first enema I remember was when I was about 6 or 7. But my Mom told me she have them to much younger.

I was about 6 and a soapy enema was given with a white irrigator can prior to x-ray of my hips. I immediately liked the feeling of the flow of warm liquid into my bowels, something I never experienced before.

Being given an enema was also my first memory. I was may be 3 years old but I got enemas already earlier. Not just by my mom also high enemas in hospital. It influenced me very much for my life…

Judging by my sisters' enemas they probably began at age two. I of course have no memory of enemas at that age. I do recall an event at age three, where got a series of bulb enemas on the kitchen table.

7 going on 8…

My first enema was self-administered without parental knowledge at age 16 unsafely using a douche bulb I had found and swabbed extensively with alcohol. It had a wide nozzle and felt great. I have self-administered enemas ever since with two exceptions in medical settings. I enjoy the feeling of the nozzles, the water entering me, the expulsion and especially the feeling of lightness afterward. I will continue to self-administer enemas until I die, or better yet, until I find an "enemate." I wish you all a joyous life filled with the pleasures you desire! Enemas will always be one of mine.

Between 19 and 20. It was not for medical reasons. My boyfriend gave me one during a play session. I knew before what an enema was and in my late teen years I found the idea of getting one very exciting. But for medical reasons it was never necessary for me.

My first enema remembrance was about 5 or 6. Mom had the bag and hose placed in the bathroom closet and when I would not have a bowel movement for several days, she would pull out the bag and administer an enema to me, at least 2x in a row. This time that I remember, she had first paddle my behind and then washed my mouth out with soap. Then she gave me the enemas. As I was laying over her lap crying, my sister (9 years older) came to see why I was crying so loudly. I remember her opening the door and laughing at me for making, “such a fuss!” At that, I got my first remembered erection. That was the last time mother had me over her knee; from then on, I laid on the floor or bent over the tub while she administered the enema. No wonder I am still a life long lover of the bag, hose, and nozzle.

Myy started at age 8 and became a weeklyy treatment from my grandmother a nurse and my mother the ememas stopped at the age of15

I don't recall being given one as a child i experimented with then as a young teen having a lifelong interest in bums and things inserted there. The first ones were air by inserting the end of the rubber hose and squeezing the bag. A black nozzle was used later once I found out more about enemas in 8th grade health class.

I was 9 when I had my one and only enema from my mom. I had walked in on my cousin getting one from her mom and instantly had strong desire to have an enema. So one evening I got up the nerve and asked her to give me one. We took a ride up to the drugstore and bought 4 oz. bulb enema which she gave me when we got home. Loved it but never got the nerve up to ask her for another.

Solo at 17. I definitely liked it and still have fun😍😜

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I say around 4. Growing up in a family of 7 kids we all got them. I was the baby of the family. But i remember age 4 did not know why all my siblings were yelling and came out of moms room crying. Then i got one and knew why i never cried it felt uncomfortable. But that continued through my adulthood.

I was about 4 also. My mother was a believer in enemas. If I would cough twice she would give me an enema. My father on the other hand would suggest a shot of whiskey, and of course he would join me., The joys of being raised in an Irish household!

Approximately 8 y.o. during a stay at grandma's with a overindulgence of green orchard apples and hard homemade cheese each that I had been forewarned about. Being a typical hard headed boy child I had to suffer the consequences in that couple of days later due to no ability to achieve bowel movements I was administered my first initial enema by granny and assisting aunt in what was a very traumatic and embarrassing experience. I had earlier seen the red bag with it's hosing and long black nozzle during a snooping session in the bathroom closet folded and hidden beneath a stack of towels but really had no inclination of it's use other than it must be for girl's only not knowing then it would one day have it's use on me filled to the brim with overflowing warm water and soap which even produced visual bubbles that were rolling out from the top it affixed to a tall bedside coat and hat wooden stand. Remember it all to this day. Fretter.

I know I was very young, 3 or so, when I became very constipated as a result of “sulfa” drugs that were used to treat tonsillitis… I can remember being placed on a table, looking up at the kitchen light, and having my anus greased up with Vaseline and then being finger checked. I can't remember getting an enema then, but in the years that followed, I'd get very strong bulb enemas made from dissolving Ivory flakes in pot of hot water.

J avais presque 15 ans. J en avais vu en donner à mes frères et sœurs et je savais que c'était horrible pour eux. Toutes fois je m étais faire une forte constipation à 14 ans. Alors que l on devait partir en vacances le lendemain, mes parents remarqueront que je n était pas bien. Ils décidèrent de faire venir le médecin de famille. Il avait ordonné un lavement mais on ne me dît rien. Le soir venu je rentrai prendre ma douche,quand mes parents me dirent d aller essayer de faire caca et de leurs montrer. Je gardait mon caleçon et j essaie mais en vain.j ouvre la porte et je leur dit que c était impossible. Viens à la cuisine dît ma mère…j étais très pudique et mes parents ne m avaient pas vu nu depuis mes 7 ou 8 ans. Mon père me prit par le bras et me tira vers la cuisine. Alors là je vis une bassine d eau foncé et, surtout une poire où c était marqué dans la boîte no14. Achetée pour moi. Mon père me baissa tout le caleçon et me mlt sur lui sur une chaise. La je reçus 3 poires dans l intestin par l ans. Je ne vous raconte pas le déroulement. Tout le monde sait ce que c est un lavement comme ça la première fois. J avais jamais été aussi humilié de ma vie. Des que l on me lacha je courrus aux toilettes et là je me vidais mort de peur. Cela m est resté toute la vie comme le pire souvenir. Voilà

I remember well when I was 6 years old. My aunt took me to therapy. I didn't know what the drug was. But the orange pear standing on the table alerted me. Probably all the same, I once already did it, I just don’t remember. I remember that first episode, probably because at that age I was already ashamed to expose myself. To my shame and embarrassment, I had to lie down with my panties down, while my aunt and nurse looked at my naked ass.

48 on a play date 🍑😈💦. One of the most erotic dates we shared!