Most Embarassing Announcement ?

Almost everyone has had a situation where someone announced that you needed or were going to get an enema in front of someone who you didn't want to hear about it. What is your favorite story related to be embarassed by a less than private announcement of your enema?

Hi Vicki, I think you hit the nail right on the head. I remember mom would always tell a neighbor, her mom, her sisters, etc, that she had to hang up now, I need to give Marvin an enema, I'll call you later. I would try to avoid them the next time anyone of them came over, knowing what had happened. They would make little comments like, did you feel better after your enema, or, that enema sure helped didn't it, or, if your mother isn't available, just come over to my house, I'll take care of you Honey. I'm surprised she didn't publish it in our small town newspaper. I think that was from the time I was about 6yrs old till around 13yrs old, when I was allowed to take my own.

This didn't happen to me, but to my ex's roommate after she delivered our first child 37 years ago.

At that point, women were kept in the hospital for 72 hours and had to have either a BM or an enema prior to discharge. On the night before my ex and my daughter came home, her roommate received a message via speaker to her bed (the whole room could hear it) that asked if she had a BM yet or did a nurse need to come and give her an enema after visiting hours. She turned red with embarrassment and her upset husband went to confront the offending nurse!!!

Like it's been said so many times, doctors and nurses are so used to this kind of thing that they forget that others aren't. That night, I had a mental image of her receiving an enema and couldn't get it out of my mind...LOL!!!

Not about an enema . . . but my mother announced to a full carload of children (my brothers, sister, and a neighborhood girl I was sweet on) that I had gone to the doctor and he had put a glove on his finger (finger cot) and then put his finger into my bottom. I was dumbstruck. Horrified. Could not have been more embarrassed. I was about 6 at the time and don't remember what the fingering was about. Constipation? Fissure? Perhaps as a result I love anal . . . attention. And humiliation. Thanks, mom.

I loved getting an enema on the bathroom floor from mon with her latex see through douche bag. The only problem was she told everybody about me being constipated and how she had to give me an enema. I loved the smell and the feeling of being given an enema I couldn't stand the embarsment of everyone being told about my enema. I loved the lube, inside and out, the insertion, and the water flow. Mom loved the power and control of giving an enema.

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.

I think my most embarrassing moment came during the purchase of some suppositories at a small pharmacy when I was about 4 yrs old. The whole family, including our maid, Hannah, were on a summer vacation in a rented house by the seaside. One day my mom told me that she was sending Hannah to the local pharmacy to buy more glycerin suppositories for yours truly and that I was going with her because the walk would be good for my ‘constipation problem’. The anxiety that I felt, as I held Hannah's hand as we walked to that pharmacy, was awful because we both knew why we were going there, but it was nothing compared to what then took place! There was an extremely attractive lady in a sort of white nylon nurse’s uniform serving behind the counter and I remember sheepishly looking up at the lady as Hannah stood at the counter and asked her for a box of glycerin suppositories. The lady asked Hannah if she needed adult or child size suppositories to which Hannah replied, in front of everyone, that she needed child size. What embarrassment I felt because it was obvious to every stranger in that pharmacy that they were for me! The lady smiled, walked over to a shelf and came back with the familiar flat white box and put it on the counter. As the lady told Hannah the price and waited as Hannah searched for coins in her purse, she looked down at me, still smiling! I was totally devastated since even this lady, a complete stranger, knew exactly what was going to happen to me and probably found it extremely amusing imagining me crying and squirming around in a futile attempt to avoid having one of those suppositories shoved up my butt! I will never forget the following conversation. I really don’t know what possessed me, but probably from feeling intensely embarrassed and trying to save face, I looked up at the lady and said, very defiantly, "I'm not having one you know!" Well, to my horror, she looked down at me and, with a big grin on her face, she said “Oh yes you are!". “Oh no, I’m not!” I retorted, to which she again replied, with an even bigger grin on her face, “Oh yes you are!” As Hannah led me out of the shop all I could do to try and save face was to keep repeating "I'm not having one you know!" but every single time I said it, the lady looked down at me, with the same big grin on her face, saying "Oh yes you are!" She was obviously really enjoying teasing me due to my defiant reaction. I had never felt so embarrassed or frustrated since she had the last word and I was totally powerless to do anything about it. As we walked back to the house all I could think about was the terrible indignity which I had suffered at the hands of that lady, who obviously found it extremely amusing what was going to happen to me once we got back. I can imagine my mom's amusement too after Hannah handed my mom those suppositories because she probably would have told her what I had said to the lady at the pharmacy.

There certainly is such a thing as abuse and maybe there can be a fine line, but simply giving a child (or adult)an enema or a suppository is not it. Even though I liked enemas from the get go as a child I still whined and said no just because I thought I should.

Some posts I've read seem a little "overboard" but this one and 99% of the rest of them are not.

People are here, at this site, because they LOVE ENEMAS! And not because they are abusers of children or adults!

This isn't quite the enema announcement I think you're talking about...but it was embarrassing. I've posted this before so I know I'm being a little redundant...

When I was 16 a girl in my HS class (same age) and I were admitted to the hospital on the same day, put together in a double room, and were both scheduled for surgery the next day. That evening we were talking and laughing and roaming around the floor. About 6:30 pm a nurse came in and told us both to stay put...that one of us was going to get an enema. I was mortified! Thankfully, it was her and not me. The curtain was drawn but I could hear everything that went on and what the nurse told her, etc. It was embarrassing for me and probably her too.

Arianna

Fourteen years old, laying face down on a dark green towel on bathroom floor. Mother giving me an enema before a doctor visit. Prostate pressure, nozzle hit the spot, I quietly came on the towel. When Mom was done she insisted on helping me up to the john.AS she did there was a long string of sperm from the end of my penis down to the towel. I wished I could have flushed my entire body down the toilet.

To Berken - I'm not here because I "love" this stuff, I'd dearly love to be rid of this "fetish", but I'm stuck with it, life has dealt me a bum hand (all puns intended).

Most embarrassing announcement was at primary school - I overheard one teacher tell another that I'd been off school with "very severe constipation" and had gotten an enema. (I wonder who told her that...) And she later mentioned to someone in the glass (a girl) indulging in a bit of inappropriate lavatorial humour that I had problems in that department. (I guess it could be worse, she didn't mention the enema or anything else).

I also had plenty of experiences like MikeT's - being present when my parents (ususlly my mother) bought childrens' glycerine suppositories in the pharmacy, and indicated in the process that they were for me. Of course my sister was on the receiving end of the pharmacy-humiliation a few times (incl. in France). There were at least a couple of occasions when I was taken out "shopping" specifically to witness the purchase of the dreaded jelly bombers that they were going to force up me later (the pharmacy being the only store they visited).

😃 Squid 😃 I LOVE THE SENTENSE "JELLY BOMBERS" rofl brings back mememories also. I like that Jelly Bombers......and yes today those jelly bombers are nice 😃

Squidgicunt, sorry if I spoke for all as if I really knew what everyone feels, it's of course more complicated than that. I really do love everything about enemas and kind of thought most here did. Anyway, glad you can deal with it and wish you felt better about it.

:'(

Not really an announcement per se but i re-reading this i remembered a scene from about twenty years ago about my ex-wife (who didn't mind enemas). I remember we did a scene with her in black thigh highs. after i gave her a fleet enema she was bent over with her ass in the air, she had to turn her head and look at me and say: "master may I please take a shit?" her eyes were so submissive. I nodded and she ran to the toilet. that got me hot, we only did it once but something about her asking to expell made me really hot (and i it still does as i remember it)

My mother never paid attention to others in the room when she would say " Now George, lets go it is time for your enema". When my friends were there I thought that I would die. However, I did like having the enema administered, so had to put up it being announced to the world.

My older sis and I were required by our aunt who we were staying with to announce whenever we had to do #2. She would ask if either of us thought an enema was neccessary. No matter if we said no she would accompany us to the bathroom and watch us poop to see if we went easily or not. She liked to wipe our bottoms too. Sometimes we would go together and do it one right after the other with our aunt observing it all.It was sort of embarrassing to both of us right at first but the more we did it the less embarrassing it became.

I disagree with you Nicole and Fleurs and for you Dr E about enema dads post, my enemas started with enemas I got from my own dad,and that's how my magic got started 😁

I have been a member of this site and with all the "posts" I have read though there are a lot worse and I haven't seen you complain about any of those.

As for all the enemas my daddy made me take no one on here has ever suggested to me that I should turn him in for being a "child molester" actually I get many messages from guys and girls who want me to talk about my experiences with them.

When they played the bell of the door... What fright!

I was fourteen and had been home from school with illness. Because of the medication I became constipated. Some friends were visiting after school and had bought some school work to help me catch up. My mother came in and told my friends it was time for them to go as she wanted me to take pajama bottoms off so she could give me an enema.

Years ago I was in the hospital for some back surgery around my kidney.

Prior to the surgery there were several test.

the night before the hospital admittance my mother told I was to have two enemas.the night before and the morning before.

She was very discrete and I was happy because I really feared she would tell someone.

First night in the hospital the nurse came in the room with the enema equipment and told me she had to give me an enema.

The following week in the hospital I had to have several more enemas.It was embarressing to admit I enjoyed them but I didn't,t was anyone to know.

On one occasion the nurse showed up in the room with an enema bag with a warm towel wrapped around it (by inserting the nozzel the warm moisture would relieve gas pains following the surgery) and I was just hoping no friend would show up see this being done.

Dear vickie

as a navy brat me and sis were in a close knit society on each base

back in 50,s and 60,s the mothers would openly talk about who,s child would get EX LAX supo,s or enemas that day some of us would cry others would run some of us would stay in fear of being beat if we ran hell fire some mothers would visit while the enemas were given and hand out advise or assist

For anyone who is not embarrassed to make an announcement rather boldly, an eBay seller in Lynchburg currently (11/30/0😎 lists a 'Fleet Enema Guy Necktie' (item 29027824743😎 now at $19. Looks pretty good but I don't think hubby would wear it!

- jillie

😁 haha, we were discussing raw food and its effects when some one asked if i ever used enemas. i casually mention enjoying one hours sessions and how the pressure affected

males. six people at the tabled were interested and they all were given enemas with the large tip and then a higher rubber cathedar. over a weekend! 😎

Miket, Reading this just blew my mind! It's a mirror image of what happened to us many times whether at Beck's pharmacy or on the street car coming home. Once home I would savagely attack daddy while he called the school nurse to come over with her bulb syringe for me and my twin brother.

I was about 7 when my Mom gave me my first enema, Since our bathroom was very small I got mine in the kitchen on the floor with a towel under me and a bucket to expel in...My embarrassing moment was when my 14 year old sister came in the kitchen with her girlfriend also 14 and started giggling and sat at the kitchen table watching...I was totally naked

I was a 1st Lt in the Marine Corps, pilot and on second tour in transports. During a TransPac from MCAS El Toro to Japan and back I became severely constipated (18 day trip)...don't remember having any BM's. Upon arrival back at El Toro I couldn't walk...had to carry me off the airplane..and over to Sick Bay where they "dug" the poop out of me. The Navy Flight Surgeon wanted to see what he was dealing with so after they got me cleaned out did a Barium Enema. He came into the room with a bunch of X-Rays and said, "I've always heard that you Marines have a lot of guts, this is the first time that I've seen physical evidence of it!"

That was the way, at age 23, that I found out about my "Mega Colon" and the source of all my childhood problems.

Well the Navy Flight Surgeon asked if I was living off-base, then wrote out a prescription for me have filled in Laguna Beach. --I wondered why I was to have it filled there instead of at the base but didn't think too much about it. (By the way, didn't try to read it.)

When I got to Laguna, stopped at the drug store where I usually shopped, handed the script to the Druggist...he chuckled and came out from behind the counter and led me over to a rack that held all the douche-enema bags and pointed out that I could chose from the various types; travel, open top, combination, etc. --this was done in a normal speaking voice...but all could hear and the drug store was busy at the time.

I WAS MORTIFIED! --but made my selection (a latex traveler) and my escape!

All I could think about was "that damn Squid" and his sense of humor. I saw him at Happy Hour a couple of weeks a later and made him buy me a drink!

the boxcar

Boxcar: As an old Army Infantry officer, your "Squid" Dr. proved what I always

believed to be true about Marines.

Male nurse during my barium enema: "I'm just gonna do a quick rectal before we get the catheter inserted. Let me know if you have any questions before we get started."

Then while trying to insert the nozzle: "Sorry about that. I know this is uncomfortable -- I'm gonna apply a little bit more lubrication to your anus." (He must have emptied half a tube of KY before he finally got it in.)

I was about 8 or 9 years old and playing in the front yard with friends when my mom came out carrying her bulging red combo enema bag to make me come in the house to be given me an enema. Talk about embarassing!!! I guess we all knew that we all got enemas from time to time, but not quite that public. My mom also had me sent home from school early one day and I knew exactly why because the school principal told me my mom needed to give me an enema.