Did your mother embarrass you by discussing your enemas with others

Yes, my mother would discuss her frequent enema treatments of me with all her women friends right in front of me. They would just look at me with knowing eyes. Once she talked with another Mom about it in the middle of our local grocery store while the other Mom's 6 year old daughter watched with wide eyes. I was eight at the time and just wanted to disappear. As we left I looked over my shoulder and saw the Mom leaning over and whispering in her daughters ear while they watched us walk out of the store. Talk about humiliating.

My mother will discuss it with her sister who has helped give me enemas but she does not talk about them with anyone else.

I have heard my mum talking to someone on phone which later lernt was a friend of hers that she had to go as she was going to give me an enema. Not the best way to find out ur getting one. But mostly she was good and trying to protect modesty

My mother would keep it fairly private... grandma on the other hand would occasionally publicize!

If you were home and someone else was getting an enema you absolutely knew about it. If it was you on the receiving end others knew as well. The worst part was finding out after a doctor appointment and having to wait your fate while mom discussed it on the phone with our aunt or any of her other friends on the phone while she prepared the soapy water in the kitchen. The only good thing was if it wasn't you getting one you could hear the one sided conversation that someone else would be getting one. She didn't do it to embarrass us it was more of a no filter and times were different back then everyone had their turn on the bathroom floor.

Can’t remember if I posted this before but this was a story about me hearing an enema was coming.

i was probably 11-12 years old. I had been sent home from school after not feeling well and was in my room resting. I heard the phone ring, back then we had a phone in the kitchen, living room and my parents bedroom. If you could pick up another line quietly enough you could listen to a conversation. For no reason I creeped into my parents bedroom and slowly picked up the receiver.

It was my mother talking to her mother about nothing really then the subject of me came up. I heard my mother make a comment that I was sent home for a fever. My grandmother asked if she had taken my temp since I got home, to which she said she hadnt but she was going to after she was off the phone and got grocerys put away, etc. Then the dreaded part of the discussion came up...

My grandmother asked 'are you going to give him an enema.' My mother hesitated for a second and then said 'yes, i probably will and call the Dr..' the rest of the conversation was not important, i quietly hung up the phone and went back to my room and got into bed.

I just laid there and waited for what seemed like hours, the bedroom door opened and my mom was there with her thermometer and Vaseline. 'How are you feeling.' she asked. I said i was ok and my mom said'Isaac can you pull your shorts down for me so i can take your temperature.'

Normally, I would of whined and complained because I hated having my temperature taken this way but I hoped if I cooperated and my temp was lower I would avoid the enema. I dutifully too my shorts down rolled over and presented my bottom immediately. I felt a smear of lube go in my bottom and then the thermometer. Followed by the usual requests to just hold still and relax.

After a couple minutes my mom removed the thermometer and said 'you were good for that, your temp is 100.1 so still a little high.' I pulled my shorts up and got back into bed at this point my heart was pounding.

Then the bad new came...'Isaac we need to do an enema.' At that point all calmness I had was gone. I broke into hysterics begging not to get one. My mom was steadfast, 'youre getting an enema period, calm yourself down I will call you when i need you.

A little while later she was at my door again 'come to the bathroom please.' I was in full on begging but it was getting me no where. 'Get in the bathroom now young man.' As I walked into the bathroom I was told to remove all my clothes which caused another round of hysterics.

At that point, I think she had heard enough, she said 'we can wait til your father comes home but you are getting an enema.' that was enough for me having him help with the enema would almost certainly mean a spanking for noncooperation. At that point I resigned myself to my fate got naked and assumed the position.

I had my temp taken again in the evening the following day i had a Dr appointment scheduled for late morning or something like that and I had come downstairs and . My mother asked how, i felt to which I said ok.

At that point she said well I am glad you feel a little better, we have the doctor at 11am so in a little bit we are going to do another enema.' I dont even think I got the word Mom out of my mouth before my father said 'if I hear about you fighting your mother on this again we will repeat it when I get home....'

Needless to say, I took my morning enema without a word of complaint