Ever asked for an enema when you were a child?

Rather than asking, I took up self administration inasmuch as the bag was always present in the shower/tub. I was too embarrassed to encourage my mom any more than she already was. I still disliked them from her, even as I found those "added benefits". After being treated in the hospital, I certainly had few qualms about asking for assistance from a nice nurse.

Rather than asking, I took up self administration

I did that, too, in addition to asking my mother for the enema bag. When parents went out, I'd sneak into their closet and "borrow" the bag for recreational enemas.

No not me. My sister said she would if she was having bad cramps. But she said she would not ask outright for an enema. She would tell mom that she was cramping bad and mom would ask her if she wanted an enema.

It's hard to ask for an enema - especially if you enjoy them. There's always this remaining little seed of doubt/guilt that remains, and the fear of rejection ("Oh my god! I can't believe you want another one of those! What's wrong with you?). So we hesitate.......

I never directly asked but I would hint like taking my time in the bathroom pretending I couldn’t go or purposely not eating much at lunch or dinner. Usually worked by the end of the day or night I would be on that familiar towel a nozzle or bulb syringe in my tushy in a room filled with the smell of soap ahh what memories.

No because I didn’t discover them until I was 11ish. I had to use the sprayer on the sink to get my enema until I could buy my own bag when I was 16. But I did ask for suppositories when I was a child to help me go and I was told no all the time unless my mom felt it was necessary and that wasn’t often.

In retrospect I realize I probably liked the enema my Daddy gave me but I some how developed the attitude that enemas where naughty and secretive. I would have never asked for one! Only a naughty girl would have asked for an enema! I was probably pretty content with crayons and when I got a bit older a small white candle. Maybe a crayon or candle was not quite the same as an enema but it was the full feeling and the initial insertion that I enjoyed.

I never had one as a child. I did not know what they were until later in life. Bad eating habits in college led me to a store where I discovered the red bag.

Seeing a red bag as an adult in a store, I figured out what it was for and I was hooked.

I never did. But in hindsight I wish I had. At the time it seemed important that I not just come right out and ask for one. That could indicate that I liked enemas (which I did). To me, it seemed that my mom thought that enemas were not something that should be 'liked', but a necessary treatment digestive issues. But with the ground rules understood, I could and did give a number of clues that I was having digestive issues and mom knew how to read those signals and I'd find myself with nozzle up my butt.

I would ask my -ex for an enema occasionally. She always responded by promising to help me shortly. Then, I would hear her filling the bag, and by the time she administered the enema I was rock hard. I'm certain that this whole thing goes back to my childhood and all the sights and sounds that will be with me always.

I would ask my -ex for an enema occasionally. She always responded by promising to help me shortly. Then, I would hear her filling the bag, and by the time she administered the enema I was rock hard. I'm certain that this whole thing goes back to my childhood and all the sights and sounds that will be with me always.

This thread is about asking [a parent or care giver] for an enema when you were a child, NOT an adult sex partner like an ex

Yes. I generally tried to talk my way out of enemas as a kid. At least until I was 11 when my constipation problems got a lot worse. I remember going over a week without a bowel movement of any kind and having stomach cramps that were so bad they were doubling me over. I finally told my mom what was going on and she told me she would have to give me some laxatives. I knew the laxatives would take some time to work and only increase my cramping. I figured that an enema would actually be a better option at that point and asked for one. Within the hour I was on my left side in the bath tub being filled to capacity.

As a child I didn't know about enemas. Never received one. Found out about them later

Not only no but hell no. I hated them as a kid and would probably have rather had a root canal. Now giving is another story....

I got my first enemas when I was 5, from Mom's bag. A few days later she took me to the drugstore to pick out an enema bulb, which she used to give me soapsuds enemas. She still used the bag for plain water rinse enemas.

After that, she gave me a good series once or twice a month, but then I got put on an antibiotic that made me constipated, so I asked her for an enema. I didn't perceive asking for an enema as being different than asking for an aspirin or cough medicine. Mom knew I enjoyed enemas because we'd talked about them as she gave them to me.

Well, that med kept me plugged up, so I had to ask her pretty often for an enema, until she began a routine of Tuesdays and Thursdays at bath time and a good cleanout on Saturday mornings. But sometimes I could wait until Tuesday and got some on Monday night. For a while there, I got enemas several times a week. After I got off the med, I was off the 3x/week routine, so I had to ask for an enema again. That was never any problem. Again, asking for an enema was like asking for a couple of aspirin. I had no concept of enemas being something to be ashamed about or to be kept secret. In those days, enemas were common.

Yes,lots of times,especially in my teen years when I was horny an hadn’t jacked off in several days.

Not only no but hell no. I hated them as a kid and would probably have rather had a root canal. Now giving is another story..

Moppys it the nail right on the head for me too. i HATED enemas as a child but became obsessed with others getting them and me giving them to females.

Just thought of something that happened when I was driving my daughter home from college. just she and I in the car very late at night. we were about an hour from home and she quietly asked, "Dad when we get home will you fix me an enema?" I played it very cool just said, "sure". later that night I fixed her a full baking soda enema like I have done so many times in the past and she took it herself before going to bed. one other time in her freshman year she came walking out of her bedroom and tossed me her enema bag and said, "here's your friend". after getting everything all ready for her I asked her if she wanted me to help her with it and she declined. I knew then but my wife later confirmed that she lost her virginity to this guy who of course then broke her heart.

as most children she had a love/hate feeling about getting enemas when growing up but would only hint.

with me she would say "Daddy, when I bent over in school today my tummy hurt"

her mom once told me she had told her she would give her an enema after school but she forgot. our daughter was out in the yard playing when she came into the house and asked her mother, "when are you going to give me my enema?"

"she REMINDED you!" I said to my wife.

"I KNOW!" she was obviously delighted as was I.

No at the time I hated enemas even though I was excited to know and see other guys take them. From 11 years on, however, I began to enjoy them and make them myself.

No never had to, Parents always knew when me and my siblings needed one.

I despised enemas as a child, so I would certainly have never asked for one and I hated to admit that even though I needed one, when it was confirmed that I was supposed to get an enema, I would often beg not to be given one, and I would always try and fight it off or claim that I didn't need one or that it hurt, and I felt full, and that was not the case, I just found enemas to be very uncomfortable at that time.

I would get quite constipated and as I mentioned elsewhere after a bit of time sitting my mom would call out "any luck yet" - ha, which was akin to her saying get ready for an enema.. There was one time where I remember calling out on my own that I thought I needed and enema.

No. However, at times I've asked my husband to give me an enema, and I felt like a child!

Never from my Mom vicious bitch. At the boarding school I would get one 3 bag series like it or not daily. Either that or take laxatives'. I thought the enema was the least un natural thing to do. Lazy pooper. Some other girls had the same problem and chose the bag so I did not feel like a freak. Did I ask for extra enemas? Yes. Did I get them? No.

As a child, I did ask for an enema on occasion. As I posted elsewhere, my first experience with an enema was surprising and scary. After that one time, I found that I enjoyed the feelings an enema would produce. My mother made enemas strong with ivory soapsuds, so the enema burned my anus when it went in and when it came back out. One time I tried to sneak an enema but she caught me. She asked if I couldn't go potty, to which I told her no. She made me wait until after dinner before she pulled me into the bathroom, dropped my shorts, and plugged my bottom with the enema nozzle and warm soapy water.

Never did but I should have. I had chronic constipation but I just suffered and got through it. As a teenage boy I would have been too embarrassed, and I had given such resistance when I was little. Only after I was on my own did I discover how easy and even pleasurable it was to give them to myself. Been using them for more than 50 years, and need them even more now when the meds I'm on make the constipation even more frequent.

Only asked for one once when I was about 8. Never got it or another enema from mom, only self administered when I could sneak them.

Never had to ask for enema , they just showed up ! Did have Mother inlaw ask for favor , I did oblige , , in fact was asked 5 time over the years .

In a way I did. I faked tummy trouble twice, but I knew the desired consequence. Mom bulb fed me over her knees. She percieved or maybe more directly felt my increasing interest through the towel and stockings. After the second occasion she announced that I was old enough to take my own enemas. And I have obeyed her ever since.

When I was 10 (1960) I had a lot of constipation problems with a upper rectum "malformation". I was on the toilet straining with a too big to pass b.m.and my Dad accidently opened the bathroom door and saw me straining. A single parent home and (Dr.'s Orders) the home enema giver (the Dr.did not approve of children self administering any enema) My Dad looked at me and said: "You're clogged up ? " I reluctantly said "Yeah". At 10 I was not happy having to get a enema.Anyway I was told I'd be getting the ( 1 quart 103°F/Castile soapy water) enema in "about half an hour". Being small bodyframed--it was a big somewhat uncomfortable enema that I admitted reluctantly that I "needed" that time. As usual -- it cleaned me out real good and I was told again to tell my Dad whenever I was "clogged up".