Was it standard for Grandmas to give you enemas?

My 63 yr old partner is an enema fetishist. He believes it all began when he was a small child in the UK when his mother and grandmother would give him enemas and soothe him while they encouraged him to take more.

Was this standard practice back in the late 1940's? Or were his Mum & grandmum a tad kinky?

I agree that being given enemas by mom and/or grandma when needed for illness or constipation was a very common event in that era. Many here had that experience, and the motivation was medical need, not kinkiness.

The givers probably got no joy from the whining and crying that those at the business end of the enema bulb, bag or can put out.

Hey;I'm a 73yr young enema loving fan and ain't sorry.Back in my younger days,you got an enema for sneezing or if you did not have your Bm for three days.For me,those days are still here because I haven't stopped my enemas for the last 56years.I am as horny and healthy as hell just enjoying all those wonderful enemas.Let the good times FLOW.

I dont know about the 40's and 50's I grew up in the 70's. My step mom gave me frequent enemas. She said they were for health but looking back I think she was a bit on the kinky side

Hi, My name is Mike,bagman50. My grandmother got me started on enemas at a early age. She was a young grangmother at 35.I was her first grandchild. She introduced me to the bag at about four or five years old. I loved them ever since. Anyone else got started this way?

Hi Tony here my grandmother was the enema queen: all her children got them and learned how to give to their children. I got weekly enemas from mom or grandmom from 4-5 till I was 15 always from the red enema bag. We got three in a row first one hot and soapy had to hold that for 10 minutes then got two warm water with salt. I never remember a time that I didn't enjoy enemas. My older brother hated then would fight and carry on but he always got his enemas. Grandma was the first to use a 18" colon tube on me when I was about 12 that scared me but felt different not that unpleasant. I always enjoy talking about early enemas.

My mom was the enema giver in my house, but when grandma was watching us she would give us a couple if we didn't feel good. The difference between them was grandma used soap and mom used tea, which the doctor wanted.

I grew up in the 60, 70 era, and I new that everybody in the neighbor hood got enemas. I think it was the 70's that the enema faded because it was when I heard everybody putting it down, and then I thought I was the sick one but then I didn't know how healthy I was compared to them.

Back in the 30's, 40's and 50's most kids received enemas for medical reasons. It was the first line of defense against almost any illness or physical problem. Many Doctors routinely prescribed enemas as a treatment for almost anything, and everything. We had a family Doctor who continued to prescribe enemas into the 60's and 70's right up to retirement. Many kids and adults developed the Love of enemas (the Kink) as a result of the frequent enemas received in there youth. It was not uncommon in some households for everyone to receive a weekly clean out just for good measure. A headache, cold, cough, sneeze, fever, bellyache, you name it and much more all were a reason to receive an enema. And of course constipation was one of the primary reasons. Many people believed cleaning the "poisons" out of the colon on a regular basis was essential to good health. Many kids complained but I think many also secretly enjoyed them and were afraid to admit it less they be considered weird. Some kids feigned problems so that they would be given an enema which they enjoyed. The receiving of enemas was frequently admitted and discussed among kids and playing doctor was not uncommon among kids, a topic all its own. To receive an enema from Mom or Grandmother or even an Aunt or adult family friend or neighbor was not unknown. It was the rare bathroom that didn't have an enema bag hanging in plain view all the time. I think it was a kind of symbol that good health was being practiced in the household.

I don't think a mother or grandmother had kinky intentions when giving enemas to their young child or grandchild. However, if mom is still pumping her 50 year old son full of water, then I might think otherwise...probably more of the son than the mother.

Enemas used to be the first line of defense for almost any ailment and Mums and Grandmas felt it was their obligation to help you out. Rexall actually made a line of douche/enema bags called the "Defender"

Yes, I'm sure enemas were routinely given back in the 1950's. I received them "all the time" back in the mid-1950's and that led to a fascination with my anus, rectum and, of course, a life-long desire for enemas.

The 40s and 50s were indeed the height of the home enema culture in the U.S. I had them at home from a housekeeper and on occasional Saturdays at the hands of an aunt. But we seem to hear from many, many gents about child enemas from that era than from ladies. Is this just a case of fewer ladies ready to discuss such secrets of childhood, or did boys receive considerably more enemas in those days than girls?

As to stan444's question, I would say boys and girls probably received roughly the same number of enemas, but males may be generally more open discusing "taboo" issues. Penetration and loss of control over bodily functions also may have impacted boys more. Just guessing.

I'll always be grateful to my grandmother for introducing me to the endlessly fascinating and fulfilling world of enemata/enemas. My earliest life memories from the age of 1 or 2 years (yes, it IS possible: see MEMORIES, DREAMS, REFLECTIONS by Carl Gustav Jung, MD, recorded & edited by Aniela Jaffé) are of lying, naked, across her and my mother's laps as my grandmother gave me occasional soapsuds (Ivory) enemata. I always cried until one day I said with great determination, "This time, I won't cry!" That time and next I sucked it up and held in both soapsuds solution and tears, to expressions of approval from both women. Next time the water wouldn't start flowing when Gram opened the L-shaped metal ON/OFF clamp. Gram withdrew the Vulcanite (black, hard rubber) rectal pipe, which emerged with dung plugging the end. They cleared the syringe and conferred. Gram inserted what we called a "wax pencil" - an Infant Glycerin Suppository, which in those days was about 3" long by about a quarter inch in diameter at the blunt end and (I learned decades later) made with much stronger chemicals than today's truncated base-to-base cones. Using the suppository as a vanguard against plugging, Gram then shoved the rectal pipe in on top of it. I thought the searing pain would rip me in half, and couldn't help screaming in great alarm. Today I know that an adult's rectum is usually about 6" deep from anus to sigmoid flexure, but a toddler's is much shallower. Fortunately, the semirigid suppository and rigid Vulcanite rectal pipe didn't perforate my rectum, sigmoid flexure, or sigmoid colon and cause fatal peritonitis. I readily forgive Gram this solitary lapse in judgment, because she always acted lovingly in my best interest, even when rebuking me for some error or misbehavior. That was the last time I ever cried while receiving an enema. The red, wide-necked fountain syringe hung openly and proudly in the bathroom when not in use. Now the very prospect of an enema makes me smile at both ends.

Home in bed with the flu and a temperature one day while 7 or 8 y.o., I was summoned to the bathroom. Gram and my parents were ready with the bag emitting its familiar Ivory soap fragrance. They stripped off my pajamas. My father stood and held the bag as my mother stood beside him, observing. Gram sat on one of two round wooden stools and stretched me prone across her lap with my chest supported by a folded bathmat draped over the edge of the clawfoot tub and my feet resting on the other stool. Partway through the injection per rectum, I broke out into a full-body sweat. "See?" Gram triumphantly said to my parents. "The enema has made the fever break. He'll get well faster now." She was right. That was my first clue that an enema could provide more benefits than just to stimulate defecation. As a kid I assumed the soap was intended to be a slippery lubricant to help stools slip out less uncomfortably. What did I know about soap's irritant effect on the delicate walls of the colon? On one memorable occasion a grownup lifted both toilet seats after my enema and held me under armpits and knees, naked and jackknifed, over the bowl to discharge from on high. Awesome!

One day Gram walked down the hall from the bathroom past the door of my room with a slightly fatigued expression on her face. Approaching my mother and aunt in the back room, Gram said, "I just gave myself an enema." Happily for me, she was a devout believer in the health-enhancing properties of Internal Bathing of The Fundamental Kind. Her outreach as an enema evangelist extended beyond the family. One day she casually described a time years earlier when her friend, Mrs. Jones, was visiting in the upstairs sitting room and complained about "being a trifle costive." Unabashedly, Gram called down the stairs to the housekeeper and said, "Mrs. Smith, please heat up two quarts of water in a pan and slosh Ivory soap around in it. I'm going to give Mrs. Jones an enema!" All kids should have such a grandmother.[/font]

For my first remembered enemas, my grandmother assisted by either holding up the white irrigator can or my legs up in the diapering position while mom concentrated on inserting and holding in the nozzle and having the warm soapsuds flow into me. Later, it was a mom-only treatment when I became more cooperative and could control the hose clamp.

My last childhood enema was at age 11 by mom with grandma helping....

I am one that never received an enema from mother, or any one else at home. Actually, we did not even have a bath room to hang a enema bag there. I got my first enema shortly after being admitted from a very good looking nurse when I had my tonsils removed. I was in that hospital for six days. The first one was just a normal enema, that almost every one got when they were admitted. It was a comfortable and a pleasant experience. I asked the nurse lots of questions that she answered. And I got a second one from the same nurse in a special enema room the afternoon before leaving for home. She admitted enjoying giving me the second enema as we both had fun, even though it was clinical, but she did see the effects that it had on me, and told me so with laughter. I sure got a red face that time. I was born in 1933, and now 76 years of age and still enjoy enemas. redrub

Redrub: I noticed that when you had your tonsils removed you stayed in the hospital 6 days. My sister and I had ours removed(one after the other) in the doctor's office in the morning and went home right after lunch. This was in 1949.Sorry to report we got no Enemas on that occassion...Jimbeaux

Jimgeaux I had my tonsils removed in 1942 in Alberta Canada. I guess that some hospitals have different policies. However it is true that I was in that hospital for almost six days. Arrived 9 AM Monday morning and Left Saturday morning at about 10 AM. We lived 30 miles from this hospital and it would take some times an hour to drive that distance, because the road did not even have gravel on it, let along pavement. After a heavy rain trucks would some times make a real mess of the road. Oh yes gasoline was also rationed, because of WW-2 redrub

As I'm reading these posts, I'm trying to remember when I took my first enema. No mum, nurse, grandma or naughty aunt gave it to me. I did it myself. I was only 11 or 12 at the most. I must have read something about it and then borrowed my mom's bag. It was as great then as it is now only I'm a little more advanced about it. I wonder what they would have said if they had caught me?

This brings to mind one episode I remember when I was about 12 years old. My parents were away and there was this babysitter present minding my younger siblings. I went upstairs and locked myself in the upstairs bath/shower for a session. It was long enough that the babysitter came up and knocked on the door to see if I was okay. Oh, I was just fine alright. Knowing what I know now, I might have approached the evening differently. She was such a fox. Even at that tender age I was totally awestruck by her. I'd love to embellish here and say that I coerced my babysitter into joining me but that's not what happened. Nice fantasy though.

No, they were not kinky ... just up to date with the latest medical/home remedies for whatever was bothering you. As others have said, enemas were the answer to any childhood ailment back then. (Ah, the good old days.)

Still would love to hear more from the ladies about their early enema experience. Daisy gives a really excellent account of the home enema culture of the 30s, 40s and 50s, but very much in the third person. My guess is that considerably more men get hooked on enemas from childhood experience than women. But I have not hard data to support this guess.

I was never given an enema by my grandmother but there were plenty of times when my grandmother suggested to my mother that I probably needed an enema and mom never let her down because she immediately told me to come with her, the enema was prepared and I was given a good old bag of soapy water.

The first enema I recall getting was given by my grandmother. I really don't recall any specifics except that after it was over I was`really pissed and I can recall leaving the bathroom holding my hands over my butt. I must have been two or three years old at the time. The next one I received was at the age of five and was given by mom. This time I was more aware of what was going on and while not enjoying that enema I can recall much more of the procedure. It wasn't until the age of eight or nine that I began to enjoy her great flushings and I have been hooked ever since.

My mom was the enema giver in our house, but im sure that grandma was the reason, i bet grandma gave mom her fair share of enemas in her childhoodand she was just returning the gift

The last family enema I received was from my Grandmother when I was 18. I had passed out and the doc said I needed a hot soapy enema. I begged her to let me administer it to myself, but she insisted. She stood in the bathroom doorway and watched as I stripped off the top and bottoms of my PJs. I had to walk past her. Then lie on my left side on the freezing cold shower tiles with my butt completely inside the shower stall. She put vaseline on the black enema nozzle and slid it into me. I lay there waiting for the dreaded 'click' that announced the start of the enema. I didn't have long to wait. She stopped the enema when I started to cramp but made sure I took the full 2 quarts before I could get up. She then watched me void the enema and checked the toilet to make sre it had worked. To my horror she then said she was going to give me a 2nd clear water enema to wash out the soap, so had to repeat the whole process. But I did feel a lot better after,even if I did find the experience embarrassing. But the embarrassment wasn't over. A friend came over the next day and came into my room while I was getting dressed. It was only then that I realized the enema bag was still hanging in the bathroom and I know he saw it, even though he said nothing.

I don't remember getting one from my grandmother but I have receved them from an aunt who will help my mother from time to time.

Grandma's and enemas seem to go hand in hand! Although I used to love and go and stay at my Grandmas house for a couple of weeks every summer, her giving me an enema every Friday evening was part of it. While I would sit on the edge of the bath tub, I can still can still see her ritually preparing the warm water and soapy solution in one of those older white porcelain pitcher type cans. Once all was prepared and everything was in its' place including her metal tin can jar of vaseline, she would hang up that white pitcher can and then sit down in an old wooden armless chair. She would then call for me to, "come here son" and direct me to me lay across her lap. A bit of shifting would take place and once settled she would remove my pajama bottoms and then ever so gently proceed to lubricate my anus. Then the insertion would happen and my "cleansing" would begin along with a verbal reminder to, "hold still now."

This was a very tranquil and loving moment of concern for my well being. I miss you Grandma,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Ray

When I was little on Friday night mom and dad would drop us off at grandma's while they went shopping. My earliest memory was mom telling grandma that maybe they needed to give me an enema before she left because I wasn't feeling well. They used a small red enema bulb that was in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Then one time when I was about 10 or so, after mom and dad left I complained of a tummy ache from something I ate and grandma said maybe an enema would help. I didn't mind those little enemas I got with the bulb so I agreed. But in a few minutes when she called me to the bathroom I was surprised to see the red hot water bottle hanging from the towel bar. At first I didn't understand what was happening because I had never had an enema from a bag before, but it was soon quite clear what it was all about. She didn't make me take too much so I didn't find the experience unpleasant. I got one more some weeks later. Then she moved away and it was years before I got another one with a bag.

I lived with my grandmother quite a bit when I was young. She always made sure my pipes were clean.