Overheard Talk About Enemas

What is your story about being involved in or overhearing talk about enemas that was unexpected or surprised you? Was it the environment unique, parties involved shocked or what makes it stick in your memory? Was it embarrasssing, funny or what?

The only time I can remember overhearing a conversation relating to enemas is when I was five or so. My uncle was describing to my father his experience of recently being in the hospital, and he mentioned having been given a "high enema". At that time, I was no stranger to enemas, and I wondered exactly what a high enema was. I was very excited imagining it, but at the same time, I felt sorry for my uncle, since at the time, I found my enemas to be humiliating and uncomfortable.

I haven't heard any real Enema talk since I was a boy. Back then everyone had a syringe hanging wherever the chamber pot was located and usually covered with a bath robe or towel... Smelled lots of massengill powder and heard some douche talk back then too.... Jimbeaux

Once as a child I was with my parents who joined up with some other parents for some work project. At the time I knew what enemas were and had had at least two from my parents. As the parents were chatting, one couple said their daughter, who was with them, had a cold and that they gave her an enema plus some aspirin and brought her with them. That was the first time I heard about enemas from other people and I still remember it even though it was almost 60 years ago.

Embarrassing? Yeah, til I was about twelve. Funny? Never. After the embarrassing phase I was granite hard and raring to hear details.

In Baltimore I used to lurk around neighborhoods where a red rubber bulb syringe was always on prominent display in someone's bathroom or bedroom window. During the sticky summer months there was always someone sitting on the front stoop or steps and I would strike up a casual conversation til I mustered enough nerve to ask about the "pump" on the window sill next door or across the back lane.

More often than not the person would be eager to tell all about it. Sometimes it was a neighbor man who delighted in describing the view he got from his upstairs window of Susan next door getting an enema from her mother. Sometimes it was a housewife 😉 who would describe in detail just how Billy would need a "good hot soapy enema" at least once a week. Rarely but most gratefully I would actually be invited to watch. 😜

I heard two young women talking about wanting to try a colonic one time about 6mo ago.

Don Basilio, I remember seeing a water bottle enema combination in the window of an odd place in Baltimore called "The Hopkins Store" near the Johns Hopkins campus. This was in the mid-70s. It was the first--and last--time I had ever seen one in a shop window. They must like their enemas in Baltimore. I certainly liked seeing it. Wonder if anyone noticed how often I walked by that window.........

But to the topic, one evening in the late 60's, when I was perhaps 19, I was visiting my mother and we were watching the Tom Snyder show, a late-night talk show. His guest was a female psychotherapist who was talking about homosexuality. In those early days of the sexual revolution, she was explaining what homosexual behavior was like. Tom Snyder then screwed up his face and said something like, "But I hear they often do really weird things, like give each other enemas." At the very word, I shuddered visibly (being perfectly aware of but not yet perfectly comfortable with the odd combination of dread and excitement they raised in me--and surprised to hear that I might not be alone in this). My mother, who was the giver of the rare but impression-making enemas in my childhood, clearly noticed, but said nothing about it. The psychotherapist, to her great credit, went on to say, "Sure. People get sexually imprinted on all kinds of different things at an early age. There's nothing wrong with that." In the late 60s, that may have counted as a very radical position, even in the psychotherapeutic community.

I was about 6 when my mother and I joined a neighbor in walking home. The woman said she had to get home quickly "because I have to give Fred (her sick husband) his enema." This was from a woman who was otherwise very "proper," but enemas were an everyday reality in the 1940s and 50s and I was well aware of them through a few experiences.

When I was about fourteen I was working a summer job down the jersey shore as a dishwasher when I overheard on of the waitress talking to another (both were college age girls and quite decent looking) about getting an enema from her Mom that morning. Well, I got a woody you wouldn't beleive and had to literally run to the employee restroom where it took about three quick strokes to solve the problem. Fortunately for me, when I returned, no one was the wiser.

I remember being about nine or ten years old, and taking a time-out from rigorous playground activity for a few minutes. I went and sat next to my mother who was sitting on one of the playground benches, engaged in conversation with two of the mothers of kids I often played with. One of them was pontificating to the other two about how a fever in young children should be relieved with a cool enema. She went into some rather complete detail about it. All I can remember about the incident otherwise was that I was thinking how I would NOT like to get an enema from that woman. I was of the opinion that that woman was an annoying, controlling bitch, unlike my mother.

I remember overhearing my grandmother while talking to one of her friends about 13 years ago, she was talking about when she gave me my enemas i would never stay still it was so embarrassing. That night i unfortunately received an enema from my grandmother and her friend as i was held down on the bed and couldn't move. From that day on when ever i was given an enema i stayed still.

I remember as a small child overhearing my mother and her friends talk very openly about enemas. They always seemed to have bring up the subject of labor and delivery enemas they were given upon entering the hospital, and to this day I remember the vivid descriptions they gave and how they always spoke of these enemas with a tone of combined fear, dread, admiration and awe to their voices.

The conversation that was embarrassing for me was between my grandmother and aunt when I was sick with the flu and fever and they called my mother who was out of state and she told them to give me an enema and later that night give me a cool sponge bath (that’s another story).

I was around thirteen at the time. My grandmother said I wonder if he’s reached puberty yet and my aunt responded she asked her husband and he said no he’s just a boy most boys don’t reach mature until about age sixteen. Apparently my aunt knew about my impending enema and my development was the topic of conversation. This was embarrassing for me. I was hoping it would just be my grandmother but my aunt volunteered to stay and assist. I was asked to disrobe and lie on my back with my knees to my chest position. I had reached puberty and know I turned every shade of red.

There have been several but none seemed to have a common thread. For one, when growing up my mom was really good about telling the world that I either was about to receive an enema or that I had already been given one. Those conversations, with my granny or either of mom's sisters could get pretty clinical by including some information about volume how well I took it, etc. I must not have gotten that many because I don't recall her having those conversations about my sister Emily.

As an adult the topic was that someone or a family member had to have an enema. One of the other engineers in our office had to go for a test and I was sitting in his office when he had a conversation with his wife about buying him a couple of Fleets. Then our secretary had to have a fissure removed and just before her surgery several of us called to wish her well and on the speakerphone she admitted that she was highly nervous and that the enema they gave her didn't do anything--I'm not sure if there was a followup or not. Earlier one of my college friends had a father who was having lower GI issues and made reference to not an "enema," but a "rectal wash."

Adults talking about enemas always got my immediate attention. My mother, an RN, gave me and my sisters enemas when she thought they were necessary.

She also gave neighbor ladies series of enemas, which I was able to hide and watch. The ladies were nude together and they would take turns holding the enema bag for my mother while she lubed their anuses and rectums with a gloved finger before working the long and slightly curved douche nozzle completely into them.

They each received two soapy enemas and a plain water rinse, talked openly about how everything felt, how much stool came out and how they enjoyed the sessions and my mom’s expert administration.

Luckily for me, I witnessed these ladies getting their enemas twice. The fact that they were enjoying their treatments encouraged me to stop resisting my enemas.

Playing enemas with a group of neighborhood girls, we took turns administering and receiving small bulb enemas from each other one summer.

When we couldn’t together to give and take from each other, we would take turns sharing our latest enemas given by our moms.

I enjoyed hearing their stories and most times the person telling their story would assume the position they used to get their enemas.

It was quite the enjoyable summer for each of us.

Enemas were talked about openly in my house, I often heard my mom and step dad talking about giving one of us enemas or us needing an enema. The same was true for my mom talking to her mother or one of her sisters. I recall one time when my brother and I had stayed at our aunts house to play with our cousins for the weekend. I can't remember if I did use the bathroom or not but my aunt must not of thought we did. So when Sunday came my mom and step dad came to pick us up. I heard them come in, exchange pleasantries, etc. I think my aunt assumed I was in the backyard with the other kids, but I had come in for a drink of water. I heard my aunt say, I dont think either Isaac or John used the bathroom this weekend. I then heard my mother say something like - Ok well, I guess they are both getting enemas when we get home. I didn't say anything and went back outside. It was a 20 minute car ride home, as we pulled into the drive way, my mom turned to both of us and said, ok you two, straight upstairs with your stuff and get undressed you both are getting enemas and sure enough just a bit later I could hear my brother in the bathroom moaning and complaining as the ivory water went in him knowing I was next

My mother, an RN, gave me and my sisters enemas when she thought they were necessary.

She also gave neighbor ladies series of enemas, which I was able to hide and watch.

Luckily for me, I witnessed these ladies getting their enemas twice. The fact that they were enjoying their treatments encouraged me to stop resisting my enemas.

@Real_Screamer On your page I found a link to the blog you wrote about one of the times, first, you saw the two ladies get enemas and how it came about. Well written and a lot of work to give such a detailed account. Thank you.

Were you aware of your mother taking enemas? Might have seen something from your hiding spot? Or, giving enemas to your sisters?

I overheard two conversations regarding enemas at about age 13. Both involved my mom and a younger woman friend who often stopped by for coffee with my mother. One morning she told my mother that she gave her 3 yr old daughter an enema the preceding day. No details, just a statement. However, it sparked my curiosity especially since I found her very attractive. A week or two later under the same circumstances I overheard her telling my mother that both her girls, 3 and 5 were cranky the day before so she gave them each an enema and put them down for naps. Then after some thought decided she should giver herself one. Curiosity goes sky high. I envisioned this gorgeous woman naked or at least barebottomed inserting a nozzle. Then the thought of what if she did it to you?(I wrote of her in my blog)I actually got butterflies in the stomach overhearing her. It led to me giving myself an enema for the first time a week or two later. That’s all it took. Became an enema lover at 13.

My mother used to discuss my enemas with my best friends mother over coffee in the mornings, i always knew when he got his enemas as he did mine,we would eventually start discussing our enemas and how they felt and if we got hardons and that led to us doing pretend enemas up in our treehouse when we had the chance!

The closest I've come to overhearing enema talk was related to colonics which is a more exciting topic for me anyway. Perhaps ten years ago I was walking down a sidewalk towards two women who were probably in their early 30s. One of them took both hands and motioned towards her abdomen, putting them close in the middle and then spreading them apart, indicating the idea of being filled. When I got close, I heard her say "But the tube was HUGE!" I can't come up with anything other than a colonic as the topic of their conversation.

Another time was less out of context than overhearing an actual colonic. It was in 1999 when I went for my first of two colonics given by a woman who had a set-up on the floor above her husband's chiropractic office. She used a gravity method with a steel speculum (which was not satisfactory as she did not allow the water to go in without it being able to exit, but that is beside the point). When I went up, nobody was present to greet me, so I just sat down. The waiting area was separated from the actual colonic room by only a couple folding doors with wooden slats; anything said inside could be heard outside pretty much. A sign saying "Do Not Open - Colon Therapy in Progress" was on the doors. The previous client, a woman in her 30s, was finishing up. The therapist asked her if she was cramping, to which the woman replied that she wasn't. They chatted about the idea of buying a colema board to use at home. Then I think she gave her the instructions to get up and go to the bathroom. Eventually the woman was done and paid and gave me a weird look as she left as obviously I had been right outside.

Some years ago I was traveling with my family, returning from a short vacation in Sun Valley. In a small Idaho town we made a "pit stop" to get gas and visit the rest rooms after part of the journey. I entered the office after gassing up the car and found a lady behind the counter obviously speaking with a friend who was in some sort of distress. After looking concerned and agreeing with her friend on points I could not hear, she declared, "Honey, just try to relax. Go home, give yourself a nice warm enema, lay down and try to get some sleep. When you wake up you will feel much better."

Good advice for relief from stress!

There is a similar thread started in January of 2020 wherein, there are numerous posts regarding this topic. The bottom line is that any "good soldier" may well stand at attention when overhearing or eavesdropping on such a conversation. Whether you ladies have such involuntary reactions is another topic for those of us with inquiring minds.

Many years ago when my daughter was still in grade school I would walk her to the bus stop in the morning and take a few minutes chatting with the other moms as we waited for the bus to come. My daughter's best friend, who I'll call Jacki had been home from school for a couple of days so just making small talk I asked her mom how Jacki was feeling. The answer I got was "Much better, thanks. I gave her an enema on Tuesday morning and it has made all the difference in the world." My only reply was, "Yes, kids need that once in a while." That was the end of it.

One of my clerks was talking to a friend on the ohone and I could here her conversayion. She had just returned to work after her maturnity leave. She was quite upset being given two enemas in labor after her doctor said she had a choice and she told him No Way. But she got two. She told the doctor after she would never go back to him. Then she added some comments aluding to the possasabilty his parents never married.

My mom talking about enemas to the nurse a few doors down the apartment hall... can remember that rather well... in particular something about adding some olive oil to the enema... taking a full-bag....

Although I have heard my mother discuss enemas with other mothers, there were not embarrassing to me because she usually was usually offering advice that was requested. The one embarrassing moment that I remember was when I was filling in at Christmas break in one of my father's drug stores. An elderly lady, who I assume was hard of hearing, enter the store. In an octave or two less than shouting, she whispered only it was a whisper, and asked me to assist her in buying a new enema bag. My father had set up a kiosk for apothecary items where a customer could order enema bags, bed pans, walkers, etc. delivery driver would deliver the items that afternoon if ordered by 4 PM. The lady standing in front of the kiosk asked in a rather loud voice. "Sweetie, have you ever had an enema?" I could have died but she was the customer. I know better than to reply too softly and I didn't want to shake my head in an affirmative manner so I looked her in the face and said. "Everyone has had an enema." She further added embarrassment by retorting. 'Sweetie, I would have died years ago with enemas!"

When my siblings and I were growing up, mom would discuss our enemas with her mother, a retired RN. They tried to have their discussions out of our earshot, but one of us generally overheard them, usually our sister. The same was true for our teenage aunts when talking to mom or grandma. However, they would generally come and tell us what was said or was about to happen. Especially if we’re going to get a couple of enemas before our evening shower.

Growing up in the 50's, enema discussions among the adult women in my life (mom, grandma, aunts, neighbors...) were common. The "enema talk" usually involved the kids. Who needed one, who got one, how they did/didn't cooperate, etc. I recall one time my mom was at the kitchen table having coffee with the next door neighbor lady and I overheard the word "enema". I pretended I didn't hear anything and proceeded to walk into the kitchen for a glass of water. Mom was telling her that I take a real good enema and then looked up and said "he knows how good it feels to be cleaned out." I was so embarrassed yet excited that now my neighbor knew that I was given enemas. I later fantasized that I was over at that neighbors house and she gave me an enema but that never happened.

About 8 years old at a family gathering, my mother told an older grandmaw that my brother snd me were at the show and ate popcorn till we both had bellyaches. She then said i should have given both of them enemas snd put them to bed. The older lady looked at us and chuckled, smiled and nodded a bit.

We were neighborhood friends brother 12, friend 12 and me 10 overheard a father (hard of hearing there for very loud) arguing with his daughter over giving her mother, his wife, after hospital discharge. The poor old lady heard them and said, "Nnnnno I don't want an enema." Pretty sure she got one.

My brothers friend's mom always had the red 2 qt bag hanging on the shower rod. I know he and his older brother got them and also her older brother who lived with them. But don't think her husband did.