Did your mother embarrass you by discussing your enemas with others

My mother would be talking to someone and make a comment that if I was snarly there was nothing like a high hot sudsy one to fix me up. The conversation would go from there whilst I would try to find someplace to hide.

I don't remember or I blocked it out. 😁

My mother just with other relatives, my grandmother was like the neigh-borough's official gazzette.

It was such a common occurance for my mother to discuss our enemas with people, I can't remember one specific event. I do remember a shopping trip with her, in the drugstore, when she had the cart loaded with enema paraphenalia. There were a variety of fleets, some epsom salts, things like that; I think there was even a jar of suppositories thrown in for good measure. Anyway, she ran into a neighbor lady, who studiously avoided looking into our cart. As my seemingly oblivious mother chattered on and on, the lady was becoming redder and more uncomfortable, as was I. Finally she made some excuse and hurried off in the opposite direction.

Oh gosh, YES. I was raised in what one might call a rural "village." A "valley" area with several small farms, and a few small businesses. The "moms" were mostly stay at home farm wives. For entertainment, they often would meet, have a coffee klatch, or play cards together. Children were OFTEN the main topic of conversation.

It wasn't uncommon for the ladies to babysit each other's kids, so they knew us well. Nothing was sacred for long. As one example of how this village worked: If I was visiting a neighbor kid, or being babysat, getting caught doing some bad behavior, the spanking wasn't going to wait for my Mother. LOL.

"I had to give "Walter" an enema last night. He was acting out of sorts. Doctors were 25 miles away, and expensive. An enema was a good thing to try first.

Nobody locked their doors. A neighbor might need to borrow something while you were out. This actually happened to me. Mother's best friend was "Patricia." She rarely knocked, just walked in the house. "Are you here, ( my Mom's name said.) When we were thoought to be alone, the bathroom dorr was likely left open. "Oh Hi Patricia, I am in the bathroom. Pour yourself a cup of coffee. I am giving Walter an enema." Well folks, our bathroom was a converted pantry, just off the kitchen where the coffee was!! Mule Walt

Nice story, Anne!

When a pre-schooler, my mother's youngest sister, who was not yet married with children of her own, "borrowed" my younger brother and I to accompany her on a shopping excursion. At a McCrory's five-and-dime we visited was a glassed-in counter display of combination syringes and related items. I'd had my first enema a year or two before and recognized their purpose, but played dumb and asked my aunt "what that was" in front of the saleslady. My aunt's face got red and she didn't have a ready reply, while the saleslady had a chuckle. Then, my kid brother ratted me out and said, "He knows!" At home, my mother heard the story.

While visiting elderly extended relatives in a distant town, a brother-in-law of my grandmother exclaimed in a conversation that the adults were having that he always had an enema when thinking he might be coming down with an illness or just a cold. My mother immediately chimed in with, "Did you hear that, boys?"

Growing up in the 1920's,30's and 40's enemas were an accepted form of medical treatment. My mother gave all family members and herself enemas quite often.

I was and still have colon problems which required me to take enemas - 2 or 3 days. The doctor recommended that Mom get me a JBL Cascade sit on enema bag as it was supposed to slowly fill and expand my colon while I was in an upright (as opposed to lying down or knee/chest position) and was supposed to help the d injured portion of the colon.

Mom taught me how to take enemas using the JBL by myself when I was 9 or 10.

This enema method was different and of interest to Mom's friends and neighbors. Quite frequently she would make me fill the bag and demonstrate its use. Needless to say I always protested but her answer was oh she has sons so knows what naked boys look like.

It took me years to finally convince her that I needed privacy while doing my enema chores.

My mother enjoyed talking about enemas. She owned a beauty shop. Enemas was a common topic between the clients. I sure mom provided complete details on every one of my enemas.

I do not recall that embarrassing me.

My father and I made a solemn vow early on, and we still stick to it: We try whenever possible to avoid embarrassing each other in public. It's mutual, and we still do it!

PS: When my father was growing up, his mother was very anti enema, at least for boys, and he came from an all-boy family. As a result he had to do all his enema taking, learning about enemas, and so on completely behind her back. He actually decided long before my first enema, that, if I did end up enjoying enemas, I would never have to hide my enema-taking from him. He also realized that it was my mother who turned him on to the sexual aspects of enemas, and I was the result of a night in which enemas were part of the foreplay! So, He was going to allow me to be comfortable with my own sexuality, even if he had never been afforded that respect!

With my mother and her friends enemas were a regular topic of discussion around the bridge table. They seemed to have a special fondness for labor room 3H prep enemas that were common during the 50's because that topic came up almost every time.

I was around age 5-6 when I was the topic of discussion between mom and a neighbor. Even for my young age, that really irked me. It took several years before I would even think about an enema...let alone try one in secret. Oh well...I got over it...lol

One time my mother was talking to a pretty neighbor lady on the phone and she told her that she was going to give me enemas that afternoon it turned me on. One time when I was visiting my grandmother I told her that I needed an enema, my mother happened to call and they discussed my enemas. I loved it. After my grandmother gave me enemas she called up my mother and told her how well I took them.

My mom only talked freely about my enemas in my presence with our doctor, and he was in favor of them as needed. But the rubber hose drip-drying in the bathroom and the enema can out of its box were clear signs to the family and no conversation was necessary, thankfully.

One time at a 4th of July picnic when we were packing up to leave my Mom was talking to several others about how she had eaten too much and would need an enema in the morning. Another lady said she might too but she knew her kids had eaten too many sweets and would need them. Mom looked at me and said that she was sure I would be needing one also. Several boys were there and heard this. It made me blush at them hearing I would be getting an enema. Mom was pretty open about discussing the enema thing in close company.

Oh my, did she ever. Mom was a nurse in the 40's and 50' and, all of her friends were nurses. Number one solution to all health problems was an enema. But she was always talking to her nurse friends. They knew when my brothers and I got a syringing.

She even bragged how efficient she was at her hospital ward; all her patients got enemas.

My brother's and I still laugh about it. But I think I'm the only one smiling on the inside. At least I think I am.

HMMM???

Did anybody else get turned on when their mother talked about giving them enemas to other folks besides me?

My mother is a nurse by training although I don’t remember her ever working as one but I guess with five children that she had her hands full at home. On numerous occasions I heard her discussing the values of enemas with her friends. I can’t ever remember her making a direct reference to giving me one so there was no embarrassment on my part. I do remember being all ears when her friends were discussing their children. -- DD

Yes, now she didn't discuss it with the goal of embarrassing me. Most discussion was within the family (aunts and grandmothers) and I didn't mind that, in my family EVERYTHING was discussed openly. But there was one time I overheard her telling some women friends, including moms of schoolmates, how she thought that the weekly or so enemas I got improved my overall health and general disposition. Although I knew other kids that got enemas, I never found out if the kids of those moms ever took my moms advice.

Several ladies would enjoy discussing enemas in a casual conversation.It was not uncommon in the sixties to here a mother discussing having to give there child an enema.

Growing up durning that period of time many lady friends would tell of there enema experiences or even ask me about how I felt when I had my first enema or in some cases if I ever had an enema.

Yes, yes, and yes and still does it. She even mentioned it to a girl i brought back to meet her. very uncomfortable.I just wanted to curl up into a black hole.

My aunt Doris(mother's sister-in-law) was the one who gave them to me. She was a red-head with crystal blue eyes and a great, slim, athletic figure. A hairstylist by trade, she was the one who instantly volunteered to give me an enema no matter what was wrong with me. I recall these began when I was 4 or 5 and continued until I was around 9 yrs old. Her family moved away, but her youngest sister, Teela, about 7 years older than me, often babysat for me and loved to threaten me with an enema if I misbehaved. There were 4 sisters (aunts) and they often discussed my treatments with each other, with me present.

Mom always talked with her sister everyday who lived nearby. I heard her several times while they were chatting at the kitchen table that she had to give "Kenny an enema today" Needless to say, I didn't go near them. Once mom told her when my female cousin was there ( two years younger). She found me and laughed at me.

Once, when I had to stay home from school, my aunt was visiting and I overheard mom telling her that "Kenny needed an enema". Not only did I get one but Auntie stayed and helped mom--I had the habit of kicking my legs around and Auntie held them still. Very embarrassing.

Yes... I remember a very specific conversation between Mom and my aunt Susie. They discussed my symptoms and both agreed I needed a "good enema". This occurred at my aunt"s home. She suggested they take me upstairs ( Aunt Susie always had an open top hanging inside the bathroom door ) . Mom said she would rather wait until we got home. Enemas were always a private affair: Mom and I alone. The ride home was delicious anticipating the enema.

While Mom didn't discuss my enemas while I looked on, I learned later she used me and my older sisters as examples on how to give my girl cousin, three years younger at 5, a "good" enema without much trauma. My cousin years later was still a little resentful that I somehow was partly responsible for her getting that first cleanout. But she had and used a combo bag as an adult, so it her early enemas mustn't have been all that bad. 😃

I grew up in the 60s when most kids got enemas. My mother was good friends with the moms of several of my friends. They would talk daily and if any of us were sick everyone knew the details. This included if I was about to get an enema or if she had given me one earlier. All of the friends also knew what had happened to whom, too. Even though we all knew it was still embarrassing to hear one half of the phone conversations, especially once we hit puberty.

When I was between 4 and 5 and my Mom wanted to give me enema she warned me ahead. I became upset and cried a lot. Maybe for this reason my Mom asked for helping hand. More than often she found them from my young aunt. Mom told her that I again needed an enema, but she cannot administer it herself because I did not want to cooperate.

When the time came my Aunt forcefully accompanied me to my room for so called "preparation". It meant that she fully undressed me and put me on the bed. I had to lay on my tummy and wait until Mom brought the enema can with black nozzle. When she came in my Aunt had to stand on a chair and hang the can. Mom put Vaseline on the nozzle and asked me to spread my legs. After that she pulled my buttock with one hand and with the other forcefully inserted the nozzle. I had terrible cramps during the enema but they did not care and continued their torture.

My mother didn't give a warning or explananion before my first remembered enema, also between ages 4 and 5 and with a white irrigator can and black nozzle. I'm not sure whether an explanation would have made the treatment less traumatic and tearful even though I would have had more time to think about what was going to happen to me. My grandmother was told of the planned enema and held up either my legs or the can while mom kept the warm soapsuds flowing into me, with a few stops.

My mother would discuss about my enemas with my aunt, who would then give her advice.

No. Mother never talked about enemas to anyone else (in front of me - or within earshot). They were always done in private with no one watching. It was a loving comfy situation. Always when I was constipated.

No never. She didn't like to talk about it to nobody. She never liked it she never did. But some of my older female friends talked me into it. I mean, I had to buy new enema bags, one for me, one for them. They blamed me in public not to be a good boy because I was reluctant. It was really a shame. I was so embarrassed when the shop assistant came along and asked me if the bags will be for mommy. I just couln't say a word at this moment. She was so young and very friendly but it seems to me she was smiling with sin as well. It was something in her eyes that made me feel uncomfortable. I just can't describe it.