Was it standard for Grandmas to give you enemas?

I lived with my grandmother for a time and I don't think she ever missed her daily enema. She inspired me

My grandmother was a big believer in enemas. Though my mom was the primary giver in our family, grandma gave her fair share to her 17 children. I spent many hours on her bathroom floor getting good, old fashioned, warm, soapy enemas.

My grandmother believes that enemas are a cureall, I never spent time at her house without getting enemas, she would tell me that she was going to syringe me, and she did not care if others were present, she she always started with an over her lap bulb enema, she was obsessed with volume and retention, after the bulb enema came either a bag or her big enamel enema can, she had severl nozzles, evenyually I received all of them as diid my siblimgs, and my mother for sure.

TomTom567 Thank you for such a frank account. But you left out one element - did you get aroused? And if so, did your "old maid" aunt make any comment?

My grandma never gave me one, but she was sure instrumental in getting my mother to give me a grown-up bag enema. A neighbor girl had told me about such an enema that her Mom had given her. Up to that point, all I ever knew about enemas was that it came out of a small red bulb. My neighbor had told me how pleasant a big bag enema was. I was determined to get Mom to give me such an enema. I pleaded and pleaded over a period of about a month, but got no where. Finally, I went to Mam-mas house and pleaded with her as well. She listened but did not agree to give me one. Instead, she got Mom to give me one. What a grandma I had. Love you

Never got an enema from my grandma but my sisters did.

I got many enemas from my grand mom growing up a enema syringe is aways handy in the medicine cabinet in the chinese home.

My cousin Amy told me once that she had received several enemas from our grandmother, and even though that didn't happen to me, there were a number of times when grandma either suggested that I needed an enema, or assisted my mother in giving one to me.

I certainly remember the red enema bag on the bathroom shelf in grandma's closet that gave me a funny feeling when I looked at it, especially because it lay curled next to a large jar of vaseline. My mother told me that an enema was one of grandma's favorite treatments for most illnesses, and that she really know how to clean you out, and I could easily say the same thing about my mother.

All I know about my grandmother and enemas is that whenever my brother or I needed an enema my mom would borrow my gram's bag. One of my first memories of my granddad is the look of pity he had on his face when he drove my gram over to the house to deliver grams enema bag to mother. Its strange what your mind saves.

Getting enemas from mom didn't turn me on, getting enemas from my girlfriends turns me on, mom doesn't turn me on ,I find that thought revolting.

Loved those enemas mom gave me laying on her pre heated fuzzy fleecy blanket covered lap.The smell and feel of the heated soft fuzzy blanket and the smell of Ivory soap andthe rubber enema bag as mom gave me those gentle loving soap sudsy enema bag enema is something i will remember for life.

Nope. The only enemas I received as a child were the warm Ivory SSE's given to me by my mother. No one else. Not erotic back then (as I was to too young to appreciate the erotic aspects of enemas), but then again, neither did they hurt or bother me. Enemas were simply something I received as a "cure all" for whatever ailed me at the particular time, if I hadn't shaken the "crud" naturally within 2 or 3 days.

In the 70s, my grandmother gave enemas regularly to all her grandchildren. I never saw nothing kinky about it. Conversely, enemas were unpleasant. When I was 11, my grandmother died and everything changed. Babysitter began to apply enemas and so I got addicted to anal play. Suppositories, enemas and thermometers. At age 12 i was very kinky.

If that's a crime, I enjoyed wonderfully.

Nope, No grandmother involvement.

Inasmuch as grandma always lived with us, or in an adjacent house or apartment, I believe she was the impetus behind the use of enemas in our upbringing. My mom was such a strong advocate herself, I can only assume it relates to her own experiences as a youngster. Mom's brother, my uncle and his wife, also kept an enema bag prominently hung in their bathroom. I think that dispels any doubt that grandma started something.

I got a few from my maternal grandma. She had a small red bulb that was used on me a few times. I am sure it was her that taught mom how to give me an enema as the technique was the same.

When I was 10, I stayed at grandma's for a few days when my youngest brother was born. During that stay I got my first enema from a bag. I remember being surprised at seeing the big red combination bag when she called me to the bathroom as I was expecting the bulb as before. Grandma said I was old enough to get a "big boy" enema. It was quite memorable, not at all that unpleasant, and probably helped reinforce my interest in enemas for years to come.

Not from my grandma and not from my mom. I was just given instructions and then I was on my own.

Quite definately.....grandmothers were very much involved in early enemas, mostly with the bulb.

One grandma si still very anti-enema. Not even a subject we can discuss without getting into an argument.

My Dad raised me as a single parent. He had to hide his enemas from her entirely.

My maternal grandmother has been dead since I was too young to remember.

Never got one from Grandmother , Got plenty from mother and nurse due to serious illness one winter when I was 12 . Strangest thing happened while visiting my aunt , I was 13 or 14 , She asked me to hold the enema bag while she gave twin foster kids an enema . They were quite young , job was done with little fuss , then suddenly she announced that I was getting one also , no big deal a little surprising though .

The big supprise came a couple hours later, after lunch , could I come upstairs to help with something ? The something was en enema , would I give her an enema ? I did , an education if I do say so . Only happened once , did not know she even had an enema bag .

I stayed at my maternal grandmother's house frequently on the weekends. I did get enemas from her and my 16 year old aunt usually assisted. Unfortunately my grandmother passed when i was 9.

I may have posted a note about this subject. So, please excuse any duplication. Anyway, my earliest childhood enemas were routinely administered by both mom and grandma. My first recollection as a little boy was my being a very resistant patient which required mom to pin me face down with her knee as I lay face down over a rubber crib sheet on the bed. Then holding the nozzle in place with her free hand, she would control the flow with the metal shutoff with her other while grandma stood at the foot of the bed holding the red combination bag up in the air.

Later, probably at age eight or nine, I became more compliant. And, my subsequent enemas were given by mom alone while I lay on my tummy on the bathroom floor over an old Peach colored bath mat that mom kept for that purpose.

My grandmother started with them as punishment, she had some kind of special soap damn i cried. I was 8 or so. Afterwarts she told my mom and my mom said she taught i was to young. Nonsense said my grandma. So mom started also with enemas if i needed one.

My grandmother who is near 100 years old still gives herself enemas several times a week. She thinks that the meals in her assisted-living facility are wrecking her digestive system, so she takes control over it herself.

I never received an enema from either of my grandmothers but in a way I'm sure they're responsible for my mother giving me enemas when I was young.

I would later snoop in their bathrooms and found various enema syringes in both of their homes as well as in my aunts and uncles homes. It was obvious to me that my parents and their siblings must have received enemas when they were young. They grew up in a rural area and at a time when doctors weren't easily accessible so home remedies were the go to solution for most health problems. When it came to constipation, an enema was the ultimate home remedy. It was only natural that when I was constipated, my mom would use the syringe on me to cure my problem. She knew from experience that it worked on her when she was young and she therefore didn't hesitate to give me a good syringing when I needed it. She was merely doing what she had been taught by her mother. I don't no exactly when the enema tradition started in my family but I suspect it went back a few generations.

My grandma never mentioned an enema to me... and I never asked.

I only can confirm that enemas seemed to be a general practice in the 40s and 50s, at least in the country I live in (Germany). You could find an irrigator or syringe in almost any household, it was part of the medical chest of the family. Still in my childhood it was used to cure constipation problems. So I do remember that I had several enemas under the supervision of my mom and grandma. I remember that my granma was rather the experienced person of them and used to give instructions to me. mother more took care of the hygienical issues during the process. Granma insisted of putting camilla tea into the warm water filling my intestines! I think it was a highly sexual experience, hidden by mothercy care, shame and the medical purpose of it.

For me it was not regular but as soon as I was constipated or pain in belly, she brought the red bulb

In case of fever also there small bulbs sold In pharmacy containing colloidal iron. This is not sold anymore nowadays but was used by everybody against fever

Can't say there was ever a ' standard ' but when I visited my grandmothers homes over an extended stay yes , they gave me an enema if they thought one was required . I also know that both of my grandmothers did give my mother an enema from time to time if mother thought there a need and my ' grannies ' were very glad to do so . This I learned from conversations and home visits with my mom to ' grandmother's house ' when mom needed a good cleanout . Mother and grandmother would have me ' remain in the parlor ' watching granny's ' black and white ' television while their enema activities proceeded in the bedroom / bathroom .

Although enema discussions between grandma and mom were frequent and usually about me, grandma never gave me one. That was mom's domain and she never hesitated to use the bulb or bag on me. That was back in the '50s and '60s when being cleaned out was regular occurrence in our house.