Someone Announcing Your Enema

Most of us have probably had someone announce that we were about to receive an enema in front of others. What were the circumstances and your reaction?

This has never happened to me, but when I was in the hospital when I was 16, the nurse came in and told the girl in the other bed (she was in my class in high school), that she was going to get an enema. I was just glad it wasn't me at the time!

Arianna

I got the embarrassemt even though no enema. I had gone to the clinic so they could draw some blood after a fast for a lipid panel. The visit should have been in and out in 5 minutes, but I was told to wait. Apparently the one who took the blood was late. The waiting room was already pretty full so I found a seat and waited quite a while. Finally the door opened and a nurse holdng an enema bag said

"Now we are finally set up for you Vicki. Follow me please"

Everyone in the waiting room had to see her holding that bag and conclude that I was going to get an enema. There were even a few snickers and sly grins. I blushed and quickly

followed the nurse. The funny part is that I got the embarrassment but no enema.

I still can remember on halloween night my buddies and I were going out trick or treating I was about 15, and as we were leaving mom said get home in time to get your enemas..... They all heard and kidded me all night the next day at school they told everyone.....

(6th grade) Emma was my friend, and always seat mate on our school bus. One afternoon she got on the bus for the ride home. "Where were you this afternoon, Emma?" "Oh I was in the Nurse's office. I don't feel good at all." "Are you gonna be ok?" "Yeah, I think so. The Nurse called my mom. I'm probably going to get an enema when I get home."

Emma didn't go to school for a couple of days. I've always been a caring person about friends. On the 2nd day after school, I tried to call her. Her Mom answered the phone. "Oh thank you for calling, Walter, I am sure Emma will appreciate it. I will have her call you shortly. She is waiting right now for me to give her another enema. She should be on the bus in the morning." mule Walt

I went to an enema "water party" party, and when it was my turn it was announced aloud. "NMA11443 its time for your enema," but there were no OOHs and aahs or giggles. Everyone just watched and waited for their turn

Some friends came to visit me after school as I had been away from school ill for a couple of days. My mother came into the room and asked my friends to leave as she had to give me an enema. They exchanged looks as she asked me to slip my pyjama bottoms off and follow her to the bathroom when I was ready.

A similar incident happened in hospital .

One Saturday afternoon a bunch of us were gathered around a married couple's pool. There were also some singles there. My roommate, the female host and I were seated on the edge while all the others were in 2 groups away from us. My roommate told the host we had to leave, and the host asked why so soon. My roommate said that it was already past time for my weekend enema.

I turned bright red at this and just walked away. When we were driving home, I asked her how she could reveal such a private thing like that and embarrass me. She said that our hosts were big enema users themselves. Even had I known that fact, the announcement would still embarrass me.

I posted this several months ago under a different subject, but it happens to fit well here.

This was a true occurrence...nothing added or deleted. About 15 years ago I was waiting in my Gastroenterologist's(an attractive female in her 50's) office to receive my first colonoscopy. Waiting also were three women who were all busy reading a magazine. Michelle, the receptionist, also doubled as a nurse and divided her duties between the two functions. Everything was quiet and peaceful until my doctor yelled out from in back of the hall...'Michelle, give einlauf an enema before we start'. Needless to say, I turned beet red and noticed two of the three ladies smiling. It caught me by surprise and it sure did embarrass me.

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I had been in the hospital for a week after an appendectomy. It was in 1969 and there were 3 other patients in the room. One guy had already gotten an enema a couple of days after hemmorhoid surgery. It was a painful event for him.

The morning before I was discharged, the nurse came in and announced to myself and the guy across from me that we both were getting enemas that morning. She seemed excited, and her personality seemed quite bubbly.

I asked her why, and she told me that the doctor wouldn't let me leave until my bowels moved. Her announcement ignited some talk among the 4 of us in the room.

In any case, although the curtains were drawn during the procedure each of us shared each others moans, groans, and protestations.

WOW! I thought I was the only branded guy growing up having my mom announcing my enema time to everyone. friends, family, and even her friends??

I was visiting my Grandmother, and she was talking on the phone to my mother. I heard her say, "I think he does need an enema." The women from next door came over to see her, and as they were talking she said that she had to give me enemas and could she borrow some baking soda, I was very embarrassed but at the same time it was kind of thrilling.

When I was in a childrens hospital, the head nurse would just point at my bed to another nurse. The nurse would say nothing to me, instead, I was wheeled into the boys bathroom and place on a long table and sripped. My reaction was one of excited and couldn't wait. I felt like a moveie star getting so much attention from five new nurses who were about to give me some pleasurable enemas. Bring them on; I'm loving it.

I was raised by my father. I don't even know my mother!

From the time I was old enough to understand, Dad and I made a vow to try wherever possible to avoid embarrassing each other in public. We still stick to it!

Any time he was even considering giving me an enema, he would wait until we were alone, and say something like" I really think an enema would be the best thing to do!"

ALWAYS in private, always just the two of us. Either inside the house, or while the car is moving, or something like that, where no one else can hear!

Each of us is aware of the others enema taking, and we each have a key to one another's houses. Only once did he let himself in while I was taking an enema. he never made it to the bedroom before realizing what was going on. He decided to come back later!

One of the most exciting and embarrassing moments in my life was when I was about 10-years-old and was home with a slight fever or some such thing. Anyway, my mother had decided to give me an enema and had taken me into the bathroom, but had not prepared the enema yet, when two of her friends dropped by unannounced. So we stopped the procedure and I went back to my room and she offered her friends coffee, which they accepted, and then decided to play a game of Scrabble. My mother then announced that before they started the game she needed to give me an enema, and she needed to do that first, and did they want more coffee, etc. There followed a brief discussion of the benefits of "a good enema" and so on. I was in my room and listening to it all when my mother came to get me and take me back into the bathroom for my enema. I had to walk by them on the way to the bathroom and I am sure my face was as red as the enema bag. They commented to me as I walked by them how the enema would make me feel much better, but I avoided any eye contact with them whatsoever. But in a few minutes, as I was in the bathroom, totally naked, bent over the edge of the bathtub, getting a huge hot soap suds enema, I had an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment, shame and sexual excitement that I will never in my life be able to explain. For some unknown reason I found it terribly exciting that these two women were sitting on the other side of the bathroom door knowing what was happening to me. To this day, it remains one of the most overwhelming sexual feelings I have ever had in my life. One big wave of shame and excitement that, for some reason, overcame my entire body.

Sounds like most of us. For a kid the anticipation, having others know,etc. is more real that the real action, whether it be enema, spanking or something else embarrassing. Had the same embarrasment at about the same age when sick once.

I should add that the visiting neighbor went home and got some baking soda, before she left grandmother started mixing up the enema.

I remember once my mother asked her sister to take me to the doctor for my regular check up. After my exam, I overheard the doctor's nurse tell my aunt that my belly felt kind of hard and that I should have a good cleansing enema when I got home. When my aunt and I got back home, my mother had five ladies from her cooking club at the house, and as soon as my aunt walked into the room where everybody was, my aunt told my mother in front of everyone that I needed a good cleaning out with a warm soap suds enema.

😳 No annoucement, but had friends visiting me in hospital as a teen when a nurse wheeled in an enema cart and asked my friends to wait outside the room. They all left, thankfully, or maybe they were afraid they would be in for the same treatment.

I remember overhearing my mom talking on the phone about giving me an enema a few times. This would get mentioned sometimes to her friends, or other relatives.

I remember once getting an enema while a friend of my sister's was visiting. Don't know if she realized it or not...

This did not happen to me. I read it somewhere though. A girl told about when she was going out on a date. She was about 16-18 as I recall. The boy arrived on time but she was not ready yet. Her younger sister - about 10 - told him her sister was not quite ready because her enema was taking longer than expected. The girl was mortified when the boy related the comment later on that night but it sparked a very interesting conversation, No more details were provided.

I remember when my mom had a leak in the family bag and needed to give me an enema for constipation.

She called eveybodys house down the street asking if they had the same bag as she did until the last person on the street had one, everytime she would say I got to give my son an enema so I knew that everybody knew that I was getting an enema ???

I often heard my mother talking to her sister and telling her that I would soon be getting an enema series.

As a small boy in the early 1950's when enemas were more common, we lived in an apartment where mom would talk to others in the building about enemas. So everybody knew when I was getting it....sheesh. At my young age, I hated that with a passion.

Later on in life when I met my wife, I learned that she suffered the same embarrassments from her mom. I wonder now if that is why she is so vanilla about enemas?

An announcement of an enema does several good things.... Often if it is for a behavior problem it helps to improve the behavior. It also allows others to use the bathroom first. It gives everyone fair notice. I think its important to announce an enema in advance. Oh- and don't forget the breathless anticipation......

I had only had one enema before when I was 5 and hated it. A year later, I had to move to a Lutheran orphanage in central PA where I learned, on my second evening there, that I had to spend the night in the dispensary. At about 0400, I was wakened by the nurse who had me take off my pajama bottoms, climb up onto a gurney, and was given the first of three enemas (a hot soap suds high colonic). Two more followed before I could go back to bed. This was repeated every month without fail for each of us.

In the building where I lived, all 16 of us boys would gather every evening to do our homework from the hours of 1800-2000, and before our study period was begun, our houseparents would make announcements -- that always included the names of those of us who had to sleep in the dispensary that night. When my name was first called -- and we all knew what it was for -- I literally died of embarrassment but other than a little kidding about it in private, no one said anything. And each month when my name was called, I died a little and absolutely hated the entire experience.

It wasn't until many years later when I was chosen for the screening process for one of the most prestigious of pilot positions that I had to go to a private medical clinic and undergo of the most thorough, grueling physical and psychological exams there are. Of the 160 of us there, we were evenly divided between 14 stations and put through the tests. Where we had to await our turn being given a barium enema -- and those of you who have had one know what fun that is -- each of our names was called to a chorus of catcalls, wolf whistles and applause as we were led to the slaughter. As much as I tried to prepare myself for the embarrassment, when my time came, I heard someone shout "Whaledriver, barium enema!" and the onslaught started, I walked the 50' feet in front of my tormentors, nodded to the worst hecklers, telling them they were next, and did the only decent thing I could think of to do: at the door where I was to go in, I turned, dropped my trousers and waved bye-bye to the crowd with my pink tush.

Love your appreciation of the silent summons! Reminds me of our visiting nurse (I always suspected she was daddy's outside love interest) who when she was through with my twin brother let him off mother's lap and just crooked her index finger 😉 in my direction. I howled and screamed bloody murder but she always won and I really loved it.

Someone whose neck I wanted to wring for a long time:

Back in the 70's there was a gas station/drug store outside Bowling Green, VA which was frequented by the troopers from A. P. Hill. My dad loved taking me with him when he gassed up cause the loony old guy who ran it would make a point of bringing up a very sensitive matter whenever he caught sight of me, especially if there were people around.

He would leave the pump when he was through and turn it over to Duane and he and dad would saunter back to the drug store. He always had something to "show" daddy. It was always the same thing: the overstock of fine old red rubber bulb syringes he kept hawking to all the mothers from near and far. The boxes were dog eared and dirty but the items inside were pristine and they were always on sale. Daddy just played along.

He would pretend to be thinking it over and kept mentioning that mother already had several in excellent condition for me and several times while he was rubbing his chin and admiring the design old Jackson would chime in:

"I know the Mrs. is goin' to give him one when you get him home. This one here would be a virgin."

Because of an overlong colon and resulting frequent constipation, I had many, many enemas in childhood ... as often as twice a week, but on an average of at least three a month. Our housekeeper (who sort of doubled as a nanny) monitored my bowel movements daily. If I failed "to perform" or "due my duty" on the toilet for a third morning, then she would announce something like "I think we have a date with the enema bag this afternoon". This was often in the hearing of my mother and/or older sister. Until the main event later in the day, she would often refer to me as her "enema boy." I got quite used to this and it didn't really embarrass me unless there were visitors. On at least two occasions, playmates of my sister were present, when I was called "time for lunch enema boy."

My mother was very consistent in telling the world that I had been given an enema including the mothers of my friends who would then know too. On a couple of occasions I can recall being sick and her telling someone on the phone that "I think I will give Chris an enema later this morning. She could use a good cleaning out." I'd hide my face in my pillow at the embarrassment.