Ever asked for an enema when you were a child?

Not no...but HELL NO............it was part of my Mom's ( God rest her soul ) "weekly house cleaning" as she referred to it on Tuesday nights while dad was bowling lol

Never asked my mom i asked my aunt a few times

When I started to like them and my mom and step-dad loved giving them to me. I would ask for one. This started around the age of 12 or 13. They were always willing to give me one.

I got either a supp o or a enema almost every week or two till I was 11 or so and they stopped, probably because of my persistent erections. From then on they were hardly given till I was 13 or so and had to stay home from school, the second day home she started the day with a theremontor in my mouth, then she saw me remove it a few time to look and she was angry I would not leave it in my mouth, so she came back with the black case one. After she pulled it out she said I needed a enema and I was taken in her bedroom and given a few enemas over her lap on the bed. The second enema caused a explosion from my penis on her lap as the enema was going in. She told me just to relax after as I took the rest of it. After that she did not give me enemas for a year, then she caught me playing with her bag one day, she opened the door to the bathroom as I was trying to give myself a enema. this upset her so she sat me down after I was done and told me to ask her for a enema when I wanted one and she would help me. I waited about a week and asked for one, she said OK and took me into her bedroom and told me to undress and lay on her bed, she went into the bathroom and mixed it up and brought it back to the bed room to give to me. that broke the ice and after that I got them like that most of the time from then on.

Enemas were a fact of life in our house when I was growing up. If mom was in the bathroom and I had to go, I'd just knock and go in. If she was taking an enema she just kept right on with it, not making a big fuss because I was in the bathroom. I do remember one or two occasions when I was taking one and she came in and asked if I needed any "help". I always told her "no", but really did want her to take over. I was never surprised to hear her taking one and she never commented when she new I was taking one or had just taken one. She always told me and the whole world how good she felt after taking her "Good Enema". The amber bag lived on the back of the bathroom door and was almost never dry.

Claudia, were enemas a common treatment for constipation back in those days? Only bulbs were used or did people also use cans or bags?

Claudia, were enemas a common treatment for constipation back in those days? Only bulbs were used or did people also use cans or bags?

I give for granted that your questions relate to Italian habits in the recent past.

In our families the enema has never been used as an usual tool for bowel periodic cleansing, let alone weekly or even daily. Always its use has mostly been limited to cases of persistent constipation or when, staying in bed sick for several days, bowel functions are slowed down too. Usually these conditions are more common in childhood, so here kids have always been more subject than adults to get enemas. In course of time, even if became available a lot of orally laxative products, the parents continue to feel safer giving their kids an enema or, as an alternative, some glycerin suppository if can work as well.

As regards the enema equipment, for several decades in our families have been used mainly two instruments: the "peretta" (= little pear) and the "irrigatore" (= gravity irrigator). The peretta is the equivalent of the enema bulb, that's an orange rubber pear with a thin hard rubber nozzle, whose capacity goes from 100 cc to 1,250 cc. The old irrigatore used until a short time ago was an open-top cylinder of glass inside a metal stand, with at the bottom a tap connected to a long rubber tube ending with the nozzle. Its maximum capacity is 3 liters and has to be hand-held or placed on a shelf, higher than the receiver's butt. More recently this old irrigatore has been replaced with a new one, which instead of the rigid container has a PVC foldable bag and can be hung to any hook. Currently this latter model has a greater diffusion than the previous in our families, probably because also equipped with a different nozzle which makes it a very handy vaginal irrigator. As you can see, the rubber flat enema bag - elsewhere so much common and appreciated - in my country has had an use of little relevance, practically limited to the brief period between the tardy disused of our old irrigatore and the adoption of the new one.

Before concluding, I want to emphasize that all the foregoing regards exclusively the "conventional" use of the enema in our families during the last two or three generations. Obviously the matter is quite different when we talk about the enema used as a fetish object and as a tool to get excited in sexual role plays. I don't know what was the situation in the past about the enema used for these purposes, however I can say that at present all the appropriate equipments are readily available anywhere and that in my country the feelings and behaviors of klismos are the same as any other part of the world.

Claudia, this is interesting, thanks for your answer.

In France, while irrigators ("bock") are on sale from medical suppliers, I think their use was very uncommon in families unless with a doctors' prescription in special cases. I have never heard of somebody using one, thus my surprise at enema bags being on sale in every drugstore when I came to the US.

Would you say that a majority of Italian families, until recently, kept an irrigator in case children or adults are constipated? Or a large minority?

If today I walk into an Italian pharmacy and ask for an irrigator, do they look at me as if I'm weird or tell me such products are available only on order, or would they have that in their regular equipment on sale?

Do you think it is still common today to give enemas to children in case they are constipated?

I don't remember ever having to ask for one. Mom seemed to just sort of know when one was needed by my actions and mood. At first I would whine and try to talk her out of it if she suggested an enema, but eventually I learned that I really did feel better after one. All I needed to do was sit at the kitchen table with my chin cradled in my hands, looking sad, and she would ask if I had gone to the toilet recently or if, "a little warm water would help things along". If I said, "Maybe", the water would soon be running in the bathroom sink.

After an incident when I was about twelve when mom came home from shopping earlier than expected and sort of caught me in the middle of giving myself an enema she stopped giving them to me. One evening I was moping around and mom said something like, "Why don't you just give yourself an enema." "You know how, don't you?"

Claudia, this is interesting, thanks for your answer.

Would you say that a majority of Italian families, until recently, kept an irrigator in case children or adults are constipated? Or a large minority?

Until some time ago nearly all families with children had in their home a red enema bulb; currently, when necessary, often you use disposable evacuative enemas purchased at that moment.

Regarding the irrigators, in households with female members you will surely find at least a folding enema/douche combination (2 liters PVC bag, open top).

If today I walk into an Italian pharmacy and ask for an irrigator, do they look at me as if I'm weird or tell me such products are available only on order, or would they have that in their regular equipment on sale?

Disposable evacuative enemas and folding enema/douche combinations are available at the moment in whatever pharmacy. If you are looking for a higher quality irrigator, you will find it in a medical supplies store, or even in a pharmacy with a wide selection of products.

Do you think it is still common today to give enemas to children in case they are constipated?

Of course yes. Today in our pharmacies there's a wide range of micro-enemas for children and even of pediatric enemas for babies. The old red bulb, however, is still used. Is it not so in France too ?!

I think it's become more common in the past decade or two for children (and adults, really) to use Fleet enemas for constipation. I don't remember asking for enemas as a kid, but it was offered at the slightest sign of an upset stomach or feelings of illness.

Claudia: Thanks again for your detailed answer. Do you mean it's common for Italian women to douche their vagina?

In France, medical professionals advise against douching so I suspect few women do, I doubt many households have an enema/douche syringe or a bulb douche syringe (unless e.g. the woman had a medical condition requiring medicated douching). But, again, that's not something that acquaintances would talk about naturally, and I don't snoop in bathrooms. The necessary gear is however sold online (e.g. Amazon) and can also probaby be bought from medical supply stores.

I've never heard of people or children getting bulb enemas. The most common "instant remedy" for constipated young children seems to be the glycerin suppository. Again it's possible to buy online what you call a "peretta".

I'd never come right out and ask for one, but I'd set up a set of complaints that would always cause my mom to tell me I needed an enema and to give me one, or fix one for self administration. After marrying an R.N., I'd do the same thing and ask her to give them to me. Then she'd get the screwing of her life!

Most voceferosly "NO!!"

yes I am "Twisted!!"

highwater

I never asked for an enema as a child. They were miserable, humiliating experiences when my parents did them.

hankb

Between the ages of 6 and 12, I only received one enema. I started giving enemas to myself at around 12-13. I was terrified of my father. If I had asked my mother to give me an enema, she would have told my dad, and then the inquisition would begin. I learned the hard way, of the results of lying to him, so it was better if I didn't put myself into a situation that would cause him to ask questions. I guess that all the enemas and ass play I did in those days, was my childish way of rebelling behind their backs. Pathetic.

Sis & I got twice-weekly enemas growing up, so we didn't have to ask. As we reached puberty, and those "other benefits" manifested themselves, we would ask each other to play. Our sessions were while Mom and Grandma were away for the day, and usually she did the asking. I loved watching her tummy swell as I filled her, and she was fascinated by what they did to my cock. It has been only in the last few weeks, nearly 50 years later, that she decided it was a shame to let that "benefit" go to waste.

My wife would ask her mom for an enema when she was constipated.

I never had to ask for an enema when I was little. If my mother suspected I was constipated she was quick to get out the syringe and use it on me. I hated enemas as a child and would never have asked for one, actually I tried my best to avoid them. Never the less I found myself on the business end of the syringe with my mother filling my bowels with hot Ivory soapsuds quite often. Even though I hated those early syringings, later I became fascinated with enemas.

Indirectly yes, complained of sotmachache and enema was sure to follow!

Never really had to ask as such...For some inexplicable reason it was just a matter of time when ya number was up...though to be honest I did fabricate the odd forlorn look as if being out of sorts....Sometimes in the early eve we were given a tablespoon of this white mixture called Hypol...actually it tasted pretty darn good....if that didn't have some sort of effect then out came the Enema equipment from the hallway closet ....followed by the sound of water running in the bathroom & that dull clunk, clunk clunk...as the soap glanced about inside the white enamel irrigator....then came the audible clink, clink, clink when the fluted black rectal nozzle bobbed about in the very warmish soapy solution...too late then...off to my room...pyjama pants haltingly eased down...peek over the shoulder...ooooh ! brain stall...ENEMA....Enema=Stiffy.

The inevitable had arrived....bedlinen folded across...bum toward beds edge...warm hand separating the young cheeks...Vaseline rubbed upon my buttonhole...a finger dip in (bliss moment)....hose flexing as nozzle lowered down...occasionally a short squirt burst out...driplets flicked onto thigh...hose loosely pinched off...oooooooh ! geez when that happened or slight miss cue & as it went in running it came on strong...often referrred to here as the tickler...which I'd yet to come to know....but that unstoppable rush & the warm glow inside at tips end...always enjoyed the squirter.

Later as I became more accustomed to & with the processes & understood what Enemas entailed and if I'd shown genuine signs of discomfort either by my own doing or merely inattentiveness to habits usually my mother would simply say ...son I think you could do with a "Good " Enema !!...Thereafter I don't recall ever passing up or declining the chance to have a Good Enema irrespective of age...I'd nearly always get or begin to feel horny when "That" word cropped up....especially if I was on the receiving end.

And I bet there are quite a few that regress to times of simplicity when the Enema adequately re-produces those feelings...the temptations...the sticky fingers....the profound effects...where wet slippery instruments go up the bum....which more often than not last a lifetime for those so inclined.

I never waited for an enema if I needed one. My mother was happy to help at any time.

When I was about 3-4 years old I asked for one. That's when my Mom told me "people don;t like enemas". From then on I thought I was really weird and never mentioned enemas to anyone.

I never asked directly for an enema as a child. Instead I would tell my dad that I cannot go to the bathroom and he would know what I meant.

As a child, I never asked for an enema or admitted if I needed one. That stance holds firm as an adult.

Once I recall asking and it was the first enema I recall getting. I was about five. I was terribly constipated and my mom asked me if I wanted an enema. Since I'd never had one before I said "what's that?" She said she would put a tube in my bottom, put some water in and that would help me go. I said I didn't want that and she said "OK, let me know if you change your mind." About 2 or 3 hours later I said that I wanted one. And I got one. Boy did I feel better! It worked as promised.

I never ASKED for one when I was a kid. When my Mom decided to give me one I always pleaded with her NOT to give it to me.

Most times there was no need to ask. If I was not feeling well mom would always ask when was the last time I went poop. If more than a day she would say she would give me "a little water" and I would feel better. Once she asked if I wanted some Castoria or an enema. I told her I would rather have the enema. By time I was 12 or so there was no need to ask. I had learned to give myself an enema with the bulb, she knew it, and mom stopped asking.

Mom was a regular enema giver and I grew to enjoy them. When I started elementary school and wasn't home all day, I didn't get them as often. One day after school, I asked mom why she didn't give enemas as often and she asked if I wanted one. I said yes and she was glad to oblige. I asked regularly after that.

I never did, but my younger sister started out getting 2-3 times the enemas that my older sister and I got. Then in her early teens she would frequently request one. I am sure there was a time when she took them on her own, but I had gone away to college by the time that occurred.