What did you say to avoid getting an enema

My favorite was please let me try to go one more time. Sometimes it worked

I could never say ANYTHING that would keep me from getting an enema when I was little. When my Mother made up her mind, that was it! ( I think SHE enjoyed it)

Like millions of other kids "I don't need one," "I don't want one' that never worked at first, but worked a little more approaching the teen years. Moms already knew what the expected reaction would be and mostly went ahead with giving the enema I think.

When my mother informed me that I was getting an enema, I learned at an early age that I was not going to talk my way out of it. Once, however, I complained enough about being full to convince her to shut off the flow before I had taken the whole bag. When she inspected the results in the toilet bowl, she decided the enema had not gotten satisfactory results and I was just a complainer. She refilled the bag and started over, this time giving me the whole two quarts. I did not complain during future enemas.

I would say that I had to go right now. That worked the first few times, then my mother was on to me. She would push my legs over my head and stick the nozzle in me despite my protesting.

Nothing I would say would derail that train... truth is, as I would protest in earnest, my heart would race in anticipation. I really suffered from dual, conflicting emotions as the enema was being prepared and hung on the towel rack.

I do not need an enema ( she would have the enema bag full) Let me try to go I sit on the pot she would have this look we all know trying not to have to take that enema, the thing she would finley hang the bag get me of the pot put the lid down sit down pull over her lap give that enema no-mater what I said that hole enema went in , the thing later in life she said that you compland as soon as the enema started. I just gave you the enema until you were leaking bad or the bag was out of water.

I tried the phrase "I'll go in a hour or two I am sure. Let's wait a bit" which never resulted in no enema because I never could go anyway. This resulted in me havhing to think about my enema for all that time and getting more anxious which caused me to tighten up even more. This made the bulb insertions more difficult. I never had an easy enema as a child. All that waiting made anticipation bad then but today when I know an enema is waiting the anticipation excites me. Go figure.

When being told that I was getting one NOTHING mattered or would change anything. I don't think that I even tried since I knew that it wouldn't matter. (then later I just enjoyed the process.)

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I remember faking that I was sick to get out of school and mom said, that I had a choice to either go to the doctor or take a bagful of enema. Well, I said, mom, dont you have to make an appointment to go to the doctor? She said, son, that is right, so, I will give you an enema instead... and I THOUGHT I was being smart... I found out that mom's could quickly turn the subject around on me! I wont try that again

Growing up both my mother and I knew the script. She would start out saying that she was going to give me an enema and I would reply that I did not want one. She would then say that it didn't matter. I would tell her that I didn't need one at which point she would ask when I had gone last. I never really lied, but would say a couple of days ago. She would then reply that whenever it was it was too long ago and besides a nice enema never hurt anyone. By this point the bag was filled and I knew that I had to get undressed.

I found the scene myself, not sure whether I would have tried to avoid it or not, first thought is yes, but I wouldn't be cool with family doing something that carries sexual connotations for me

It's funny, but I don't ever mind receiving enemas as a child. They probably started when I was around 3 and lasted until I was about 6 as I remember. They weren't a regular thing, but received when I had been in bed for a few days with the bug or whatever. I was too young to realize the sexual stimulation of enemas, but neither did I mind receiving them. They were always kind of soothing, and I remember comfortably lying on a towel on the bathroom floor, while my mother administered a slow soapy enema. As I recall, it felt kind of good, even though I wasn't sexually stimualted at that age. I guess it's because of this positive experience, I still enjoy them today.

I loved the words from mom,sayingi'm going to give you an enema.A good soap suds enema to clean your bowels out.Go into the bathroom and wait for me while i fill the the enema bag.

Once Mom decided I needed "a good enema"..the game was over. Any negotiation included "please not a big one" and "please not a lot of soap". They were always big and soapy.

"Please take it out".."I can't hold it" ....pointless. The response was always "take a little more for Mommy" of "If you don't take the whole bag I will have to give you another enema".

Really enjoyed this game in which I was the looser. Would love to relive with a mature , strong woman who knows how to be in charge of an enema scene.

I was always ready and willing. I just wished I'd asked for them more often

Nothing that I said made any difference. The enema bag was already 1/2 filled with hot water and a big bar of Ivory soap was dissolving in it; everything was ready when I was told that I would be getting an enema. Warm water would be added to adjust the temp just before I got it; I was told that I could argue all I wanted to before my enema, but that just meant that more of that bar of Ivory soap would dissolve and that would make my enema even soapier. Once I though that I had got out of the enema when my nanny said: "oh, so you would prefer suppositories?" Of course this resulted in me getting a soapstick..and as soon as I was finished going potty, she gave me the enema anyway.

For some reason I made a token protest. I liked the feeling so the protest soon ended and I was lost in the bliss of what was happening.

I don't need an enema. I don't want it. Please stop I can't take anymore

My standard reply was please take it out I cannot take anymore I am going to get sick. Mom would stop the flow for a few seconds and then start up again until the bag was empty and I was screaming I hate you.

It didn't matter, it never worked... "Resistance is futile" or it Was, in my house

I would be asked by my mom if I had been to the bathroom today, or when I went last. Whatever I said didn't matter because she would tell me to try and go. When I went in the bathroom I would see everything already laid out, enema bag, ivory soap, vaseline and a pan from the kitchen to mix up the soapy water in, so it was obvious that whether I could potty or not she had already decided to give me enemas. It would only be a few minutes until she came in, told me to get undressed and lay down on my bed while I heard her preparing the soapy water for my enemas. I say enemas because one was never enough, it always took several to produce the desired results. If I complained of cramps, which I always did because her enemas really hurt, she would stop the flow for a minute but I still had to take the whole bag and hold it for a few minutes before I was allowed to run to the potty.

I said anything and everything I could think of to say. Almost every time, other than a few when my Dad blistered my butt, I was told to just go sit on the toilet and try to go. It was actually a ploy to get me quiet and into the bathroom. It was never long before I was squirming on the towel with the tube up my butt trying to hold my water. It was never easy.

I would scream and yell that I can't hold anymore, I would kick my heels and buck. My mom would stop the flow let me go to the bathroom then call my aunt over who held me down while my mother gave me the entire bag of the soapy enema mixture then I would be held down again for a second clear water enema. After multiple repeats of this behavior I finally just decided to cooperate to get it over with because no matter what I tried to avoid getting the enema I was given both enemas while being held down by my aunt.

The usual "I don't need one" or "let me try one more time" - I might even have used the "I've already `done'" routine but mum wouldn't have believed it for a second as she started keeping track of our bowel functions long before we could see it written down in the kitchen diary.

I tried to avoid a second enema by lying about the results, but it never worked .My nanny was obsessed that I have a good BM following my enema or suppository, and she had a habit of checking my results. Sometimes I wouldn't poop much and tried to flush before she looked; then I would tell her that I had a tremendous BM in hopes of avoiding a repeat treatment. It didn't work. The first time that I tried this, she put a large hospital-size bedpan on a chair in the bathroom and that's what I had to use as a toilet. No chance of flushing the bedpan before her inspection.

I never received an enema that I had tried to get out of, but in my childhood there were a couple of incidents when my mom was determined I needed a suppositorie. I tried everything "I feel better". "I don't need it!". She was very sypnmathetic but I still found myself face down on my bed blubbering as she parted my cheeks clinically and inserted that nasty bullet. In my childhood I always hated it the humiliating positon the helplessness, the moment of insertion and the horrible almost spongy feeling in my bum as it melted. The supps I took weren't for movement but medication so despite the need I had to expel, I wasn't allowed and if I did the process was repeated. My entire focus was centered around the unpleasant sensations in my bottom. I felt icky. Strange that now despite those less than happy childhood experiences, now the thought of a sup, thermometer, or nozzle being inserted up my bottom in any number of positions send delighful shivers through me.

Shygal, what kind of medication? hopefully wasn't for anything too serious..

I'd cry and whine to let me try to go potty for 10 minutes,I had to make mom think I hated her enemas, or shed have stopped them asap

I tried the normal "I don't need one" or "I don't want one" but of course that had no effect and I was taken to the bathroom for a soapy enema.