Someone Announcing Your Enema

Never happened to me, but I got to announce the event often when I worked in the hospital. Nothing like entering a double patient room and announce that one of them was due for an enema. The receiver would blush and look to see if the other patient heard anything.

I get a tinge of excitemenet when I hear the announcement that I am going to be given an enema- especially when the announdement is made to others. I think that the embarrassment and shame add to the exhiliration and I become breathless with anticipation as I did when mom would do the same thing....

Got all ya,ll beat big time

in 1967 while in an army hospital getting patched up from being shot in NAM

there was over 50 of us in that open ward no privacy screens

the nurse,s would wheel in this cart with bed pans enema bags bulging

and annoucing it was enema day for all of us

now add to that most of us had visitors at the time

hell fire i didn,t need no enema damn near shit myself on the spot

It never happened to me but I think I would enjoy it. Having everyone know.

The announcing of the enema was always the most embarrassing part for me.

No "announcing!" Not under ANY circumstances!

Maybe it came from the fact that my father raised me as a single parent.

These things are ALWAYS discussed privately and in your indoor voice.

I remember getting an occasional enema as a child, but the only public event happened at a summer camp. I had not brought my medical information, so the cute camp nurse informed me in front of several of the other campers she would have to give me an enema. While she never did, I remember lots of the other guys saying they would have not brought their medical papers if they knew they could get her to give them an enema. I though it was strange at the time, but now realize I wish she would have followed through.

I was in the hospital for enemas and there was a nurse that was giving the enema to me, and she had some interns with her and she gave me the enema and i got a stiffy. now that was emberassing.

Once the day ( I think I was 17 at the time) before a scheduled surgery at Temple University Hospital a nurse came into my semi private room that was shared with a rather distinguished older gentleman. It was a Sunday afternoon and his 3 daughters aged 15-20 are all there with his wife and all excited because there is an article in the Philadelphia Sunday Enquirer about the man's art business. So this nurse enters our room in uniform, rather attractive but had a rather abrasive personality. She appeared to be in charge of things on the floor and would have been considered bossy by most people's standards. Anyway, she announced in a really loud voice that I will be getting a laxative and a series of enemas as soon as they can find a male nurse to administer them. All the girls head turned towards me as I turned beet red. She then goes on to say it is inappropriate to have a female nurse do it! I had received numerous enemas in hospitals from female nurses so she was certainly projecting her feelings and then felt the need to announce those thoughts to the world. After that I just kept getting these sorrowful glances from the girls and the mother. Eventually the mother said when they come to give me my enemas would I be more comfortable if they would then go down to the lounge. I mumbled I didn't mind and would want to curtail their visit.

So time passes slowly as I try to interest myself reading a book until I notice I have been on the same page for an hour. The original nurse would pop in on occasion to give an update that they were still trying to locate a male orderly for the enemas that afternoon. This went on from almost 1:00 PM until after 7:30 PM that evening. Sometime around 2:30 PM another nurse arrives with a bottle of liquid laxative to drink. I down that but other then some mild cramps it has little effect. She checks back repeatedly to see if the laxative is working, often saying apologetically that she would have given the enemas but today's head nurse has her own set of rules. Finally around 9:00 PM a male nurse comes in who has little experience giving enemas. He has this tiny plastic enema apparatus that looks like it would be used on an infant. Totally filled it only held 500cc and he only had it 2/3 filled if that. Needless to say it was rather uneventful and other then a small evacuation from the laxative that ended up being one of the most ineffective bowel cleanings I ever had.

A little off topic here, but I wanted to respond to Greg's post. If I were working and another nurse came up to me and asked me to give a patient an enema (or any other treatment for that matter) on the basis of gender only, I would do it only if the patient requested it. I have given enemas to male and female, young and old. The only reason I ever deferred from administering treatments to my own assigned patients was if they requested a woman to administer the treatment, which was, by the way, very rare.

It sounds to me that your nurse was not only bossy, she was also lazy and had quite a few issues of her own going on.

You should have told her you were homophobic and didn't want another guy touching your butt! (smile) Ah, but that is great 20/20 hindsight isn't it?

I won a legal settlement of $1250.00 in 1971, over a Nurse who informed my visiting parents during LEGAL vsiting hours that they needed to leave the room, as she had to give me an enema. My lsayer cost them $500 bucks as well. Walt

Thanks for all the great stories, they are fun to read although. It only happened to me once In the first grade

I remember my 18 year old daughter had complained about being constipated one morning. Before I could give her an enema several of her friends came over to visit. The friends stayed for several hours and in order to help my daughter with her problems, I took the bag out of the closet, went into the bathroom and got the enema ready. I then walked into the living room, bag in hand and said " Come Jennifer it is time for an enema. Her girlfriends both had looks of surprise on their faces and left in a slight hurry. My daughter was embarrassed, but was happy to get the enema. If I had not done what I did, my daughter would have put the enema off for as long as possible.

If that's true - it's cruel! You shouldn't humiliate someone in that fashion at any age.

Up until a couple years ago, I would have been mortified for someone to mention my receiving an enema. I have improved somewhat.

It was never announced but I always asked for an enema, and got it.

In hospital years ago, I was 13 years old. The day before a small surgery I had a nurse announcing that as a preparation I had to do an enema. That was not totally new for me, but was the first time it was going to be administered by someone who was not my mother.

I shared the hospital room with another kid. It was really embarassing. My roommate was forced out of the room to give me some privacy but afterwards he could not resist from joking and asking details...

When I was 13, my neighbor and best friend lived next door. One day after school we were in his room talking, and his mom came in and told me that I had to go home because my friend was going to be busy. He looked sort of worried so I thought that maybe his mom was going to spank him. Anyway I left, but I sneaked back to a place under his bedroom window so I could hear him getting a spanking. What I heard instead was his mom telling him to get undressed for his enema. He begged and pleaded and told her he didn't need an enema until she said in a loud voice, "OK, I'm going to get the paddle and spank you first and THEN GIVE YOU AN ENEMA!" He cried out that he'd get his enema, and I never head anymore since the bathroom was not very near his bedroom. The next day I asked him if he had ever gotten an enema. His ears turned red, but he said, "No way! Do you?" Of course I lied and told him the same thing.

I'll never forget a patient I had one time that was scheduled to get an enema. It was this teenage guy who had heart surgery. I told him I was going to go ahead and give him his enema before his family arrived for morning visitation, but he wanted to wait till after they were gone. I think he was probably just trying to put it off and not get one. A few hours went by, so I decided to go in and run everybody out. The funny thing was the doomed look on his face when I asked everyone to leave, because he knew what was about to happen. I could have announced in front of his family that he was going to get an enema, but I lied and told them we needed to give him his bath and change his sheets. Poor kid was mortified, but I gave him that enema, and he was mad as a wet hen for the next two days at me. At least I didn't embarrass him in front of his family.

Nurse Nikki:

I commend you on your compassion in Not announcing that kid's impending engagement with the nozzle. That kid was lucky; he could have been more embarrassed than just by receiving an enema from a stranger (you) if you had explicitly told everyone Why they had to leave. I think you were right, he was trying to 'get out of it' by imposing a time crunch; and the fact that that didn't save him from 'getting it' made him madder than the enema did. ( And No; I am not that kid; I just remember how inventive someone can be when trying to avoid being embarrassed 😉 .)

Congratulations on having thwarted the plot; and on getting the job (enema) done.

I was about 7 or 8 years old and had a stomach ache and was lying on our couch in the TV room. My aunt who was only 5 1/2 years older than me and my sister who was 4 years older than me, were sitting in front of the TV watching. My mom came into the room and announced that in a few minutes she would be giving me an enema for my stomach ache. My aunt turned around quickly and smiled at me. It was like she knew she was going to be able to watch me get it. When I did get the enema, my aunt and my sis did get to watch. Wasn't embarrassed at the time, but when I got older and thought about it, it was.

We were at a family gathering at my Grandma's house. I had been car sick on the trip, and Mom had decided it was in part because I was constipated. I had pleaded with her not to give me an enema, but she had insisted saying that it would both help me feel better and teach me not to get constipated. So, it was partially a punishment too. I was waiting in Grandma's bedroom when Mom carried the bag through the livingroom. One of my Aunt's asked what Mom was doing, and she replied she was going to give me an enema. I could have died.

The subject of enemas was not an embarassing issue in our family of three children but I remember once when I was in my early teens the whole family came down with an intestinal bug. When mother called the doctor he prescribed an enema for all. Being the oldest child I was last to get my enema and the anticipation while hearing the fussing and expulsion of my younger sibs was so intense that I had a climax. That was my fondest enema memory.

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My mom would always tell someone,whoever was there at the time,usually a relative or neighbor,she would often ask them to assist her,I was both embarrassed and excited.

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Exactly. The women loved to assist while the men would watch which enraged and delighted me the most.

Enemas were never announced in our family (just me and my sister and the folks), but I do remember hearing my Mom and Dad talking about my illness (if I had been down with the bug for a few days), and them saying that perhaps an enema would be good for me. My Mom would come into the bedroom and get me out of bed and take me to the bathroom for my enema. She would have me lie on a towel on the floor, and hang the red bag with the black tipped nozzel from the door handle, and slowly administer my warm ivory soap enema. I was too young to be physically excited by it, but I don't ever remember being upset about getting an enema either. It was never an unpleasant experience, which is why I guess that I still enjoy them today.....some 60 years later.

It's actually a turn-on since the anticipation of someone watching the nozzle go in and witnessing your expression as the water fills you up is exciting.

Always enjoyed getting an enema but was too embarrassed to admit it. I really admire people who can be open and talk about their need and experience of getting an enema.

As a small child, I was sitting in the living room, watching Captain Kangaroo, when my mother came into the room and said, "Come into the bathroom with me Sweetie, I need to give you an enema." My little penis wold jump to attention, and at the same time I was filled with fear and embarrassment because I was so afraid someone might discover I was loving a procedure the society tried to train me to fear and dread.

My enemas uusually weren't announced to the world, but one time my mother said in front of my sister that I needed a "good one" because of constipation causing crankiness. I did not object, but my sister taunted me a little as I went upstairs. I couldn't wait until the next time she was given the can.

I can remember the one time when I was about 13, my mom told me I was going to get an enema, not realizing my sister and her boyfriend were in the next room ... they both started laughing which got mom a little angry.

She apologized to me, told my sister's boyfriend to "kindly leave, but you can come back tomorrow because it was time for her enema too." My sister turned beet red ... about the same color I was a few moments before.

When the BF left, mom made us both undress, and gave me an enema as my sister watched me go through my agony.

Then she made me hold the enema while she prepared my sister's enema ... and when my sister was bent over to get hers, I was told I could begin expelling and I was not to get up until all the water was out of my system. It was mom's way of punishing my sister. I think I sat on the toilet for more than 10 minutes while my sister was in total agony.

When I was done, sis got rid of her enema, but mom told me that I would get another one as soon as sister was done.

She complained and all mom said was "You're getting a second one ... you think you can hold it for 15 minutes. If you can't, don't say another word. You'll get yours as soon as Deanna is done."

Now that was a punishment enema she'll never forget ... I think!