The Psychological Aspects of Enemas

What are the psychological and physical aspects that make us crave enemas and turn us into klysmaphiles? Would you want it any other way?

Sometimes I think this craving we all have is a curse.

It has to be a deep seeded experiience from along time ago than manifests itself later in life. I am 40 and can remember being fascinated by enemas as early as 8 or 9. It sometimes does feel like a curse.

There is an oral an anal stage of a child's development. Being given an enema at the age of three and than 5 awakes or stimulates the anal stage. I'm convinced that this is why these cravings occur later on down the road into adulthood.

I have to agree with Nicole. I sometimes think of it as a curse. I think that's why I never gave any of my kids enemas when they were little. I didn't want them to get hooked on them like I did. I always felt ashamed of how I felt about enemas and I didn't want them to go through that.

Gmafoxy, imagine if you grew up on an abandoned island. Nobody around to tell you anything, or set conditions for you. How would you act? Well, you'd play in your ass, and you'd think that it is perfectly OK to do it. Because you ENJOY the feeling! But, then society comes along and makes you feel bad for liking that. They tell you that you are dirty, or a slut, for liking the sensations that are BUILT INTO your body in the first place.

Image if these same idiots told you it was wrong to enjoy food, or to find pleasure in looking at a sunset over a nature scene?

Society comes along and IMPOSES their judgments over YOUR pleasure. And, worst of all, YOU seem to agree with them! Don't do that! I don't think there's anything at all wrong with you for finding pleasure in your own body, wherever you may find that pleasure! Be who you are! Accept yourself for the pleasures that you like. And, most of all, seek out as much pleasure as you can, while you are still alive and well and have the chance! Life is short. And, in the world today, there are so few really good pleasures as it is. So, why let idiots take away the few things that you do enjoy?

Back in the early 1980's, I once made the mistake of admitting that I liked very frequent sex (just the plain vanilla kind) to a therapist who was treating me for depression. His response was that I must have been sexually abused as a child.

I never made another appointment with that jerk.

I can't even imagine what he would have said or done had I told him that I also wanted to be given enemas, spanked, etc. He probably would have had me locked up.

I've had this predilection since I was a kid, but I was never given enemas by anyone as a small child. I think it's in our 'wiring'- kind of like other sexual things are just what they are - For instance, I don't for one minute think that homosexuality can be 'learned' - you either are or you aren't, from birth.

And so I think it is what it is - we're born this way.

This is not to say that we can't also develop a taste for certain things as we mature and are exposed to various different stimuli, but I think that the ability to find pleasure in this is already there. So you may like it delivered by a gal in a nurse's uniform because you had nurses give them to you as a kid, but the fact that you find pleasure in the enema itself isn't necessarily 'learned' - it's innate.

I have only one memory of being given an enema by my mother when I was perhaps 2 or 3 years old, but I have had an anal fixation for as long as I can remember. I do not know which came first, the enema or the anal fixation. I know that I have been masturbating since the age of 2 or 3 also. In addition of having memories of doing so, I also have an old photo showing such. The person who took the photo did not know what I was doing, as it is not that evident, but I knew! I have wondered if there was some sort of sexual abuse that I have repressed, but if there is, I have absolutely no memory of it, nor do I know who would have done it, unless it was a babysitter. I am positive it was not anyone in my family, or it would have continued throughout my life, I believe. I say this because I have always heard that masturbation at such an early age is a sign of sexual abuse. Who knows!?!

There have been a number of learned treatises on the subject, the most famous being by the therapist who invented the word 'klysmaphilia'. [A lady named Dr...Jenner? Janner? Senior moment...].

If you read the stories here and on the pages of the old 'Speculum' site, you can certainly see many similar tales.

Good old Mom gets the blame from many people, particularly us guys.

I personally think that we are all sexual [hence sensual] people, even before we are old enough to even know what sex is or have any urge to touch ourselves. It is a proven fact that there are an equal number of nerve endings in the anal region as there are in the genitals.

Some kids just hook up with those nerve endings right away and some never do. Another factor, of course is that some people have incredibly strong sex drives and some don't.

For a lot of us, our first 'taste' of sexuality was an enema.

Take it from there...

Goldguy, you are so right. Never thought of it that way but an enema was certainly my first sexual moment. I remember my little hole getting kind of itchy, tingly, well you know, aroused, like the penis in its own way. Even as a very small child I thought of putting something up my butt. Believe me, I put a lot of different objects up there but only an enema brings full satisfaction for my very anal sexual urges.

If you turn berken story to female gender, you got my history.

Happy E to all folks

L.

I'm a little late with my two cents, but Nicole's comments of May 1st and 2nd really struck a nerve! I would only add that the "quality" of these early experiences probably determines whether or not later "cravings" are a "curse". Most, it seems, simply seek to recreate the pleasant, stimulating sensations from their earliest years. I wouldn't call that a "curse".

On the other hand, those whose early experiences involved threats and fear, followed with gut-busting, full bag enemas and unreasonable retention demands are likely saddled with irresistable "cravings" to test their continuing ability to survive it! This requires (for some) 4&5 quart bags, extra large colon tubes, nozzles that a horse would find painful, etc. Even though they probably wouldn't agree, I think such self-endangering "cravings" are, indeed, a "curse".

In either case, I'm enormously impressed with the insightful quality of Nicole's comments.....

I also have to agree with Nicole. I have a real love/hate relationship with the enema bag. I think my life would have been vastly different from what I now live had I not been exposed to rectal stimulation and enemas. Better, worse, I don't know but certainly different. Mostly I think the hate comes from how I think I would be precieved by the non-enema lovers crowd. I love them when I am doing them with the feel of the nozzle buried deeply in my rectum and the warm water as it flows through my colon.

My first one was given by a neighbor who was probably in his early 20s at the time. I was pre-first grade. He had this "club" house and told me that he would do things for me that I would enjoy but that I was never, NEVER, to tell anyone about it. Was years before I finally did, but anyway he started out by introducting thermometers into his own behind while I watched and then having me pull my pants down and lay on a couch while he pushed them and enema bulbs up my butt to give me air enemas. One day when I was there he showed me some special equimpment he had made which he said allowed the enema to be of water. This was the first "real" enema I ever received.

When I reached the age of sexual experimentation and began masterbating, I remembered how they made me feel and began doing them solo. I've been hooked ever since. I look back on that first experience with very mixed emotions. At one point in my life I tried to schedule an appointment with a sexual abuse volunteer counslor but they left me with the impression that I didn't really count because I wasn't a woman. I think I may be explaining this badly and wonder if others feel as mixed up as I do. No day goes by that I don't think about my early experiences. I think this is a great forum to share and air. Would be nice if I could think a little better about myself.

The difficulty most of us have with this is that the memories are buried. My early childhood was in wartime England. My mother had to work to support us as father was far away (in India). I remember being farmed out to a lady who was obsessed with my bowels (I must have been about three). I hadn't had a bowel movement in three days or so, and she 'threatened' me with what seemed like a huge, gleaming yellow glycerine suppository. I was mesmerised, frightened and ran away. I ran behind some old pavilion building on a local sports ground, and there a man accosted me and asked where I lived. I didn't know and he threatened to send the police to find me. I don't remember how I got back to my lodgings, nor the suppository ever being administered. Was it? And did I enjoy it? I just don't know.

Later my mother became matron to a boarding school and I had to become just one of the boarders (I was about five, I guess). I remember the bigger kids had a sort of fort or 'house' in the roots of an old hedge. An English hedge is a formidable affair,usually hawthorn and about 4-6 feet thick, and this one was on a slope, with the fort's entrance in the bank below. There was a 'window' of real glass that looked out into the hedge above and gave some light within. Inside it, I do remember being the 'patient' in games of 'rude hospital' where I was undressed and my penis (I think) examined. There must have been a lot more, including blood-curdling threats of mayhem (if any kid 'told') because I developed a trembling of the legs, and my mother questioning me about what happened in the hedge house. I remember other kids being exposed there (girls, too) but not what happened.

I remember being taught to masturbate at age seven by a neighbour boy, but nothing anal happened then. Something must have occurred, however, either then or earlier, for when I discovered one of father's Yoga books perhaps four years later, I was instantly drawn to the yogic practice of inner cleansing, and the descriptions of half gallon and gallon enemas and how to do them. Reading it made me excited. almost breathless. I lost no time in trying this for myself when I was home alone! I'd have been about eleven at the time. This was definitely sexy and usually accompanied by masturbation.

But I was then and later at boarding schools, so enemas could only happen in the holidays. Later, pursuing my tertiary education, I had a room to myself with a basin (sink) in it, and could happily fill as often as I wanted, waddling off to the toilets praying that at least one stall would be empty!

Curse or joy? Mostly joy, but sadness that my wife can't 'go there.'

Johnny

We do not choose our passions or eroticisms. They are gifts. The joy in all things, be it art or sports or sexual pleasuring -- or anything -- is to find others who have the gifts we have, and then to share and share. There is a tendency to over think this, don't you think?

My grandma gave me some when i was really young, i can't remember how many times (maybe 2 or 20 ) but i know that it's the cause of the pin in my head about enemas.

If you can't accept it this is a curse for sure. :-\

I'm surprised that this topic has languished for over 6 years....Considering that the Subject itself forms a substantial part of what this site represents to the many members ...So maybe revival worth consideration !!

Well, there are other people like me who never have been given enemas as a child, but still crave for them... so an early childhood experience can't be the only reason.

Getting enemas might increase the chance to become a klysmo, but I think the reasons are more complex.

I also think that being a klismaphile is part of who you are. Either you are or you aren't. It is nothing you choose to be and education/environment alone is not enough to make you craving enemas later.

Oh, and even if there was a "cure" for my klismaphilia, I wouldn't want it. I would miss so much...

I don't think ANYTHING can MAKE someone a Klismo!!

It may or may not be possible to "Raise" or bring out a tendency that was there all along, but none of those things will "make" anyone a Klismo who does not already have it in them!

The only thing that "makes" you a Klismo is your conception. At that point you either are a Klismo, and always will be,or you are not a Klismo and never will be!!

it's not something that changes after that!!

Not everyone who gets a enema turns into a klismo I firmly believe it is a binary thing. First you have to be wired to accept stimuli positive or negative from your anus. Then at a formative age there has to be a non negative stimulation applied to the anal region. That could be enemas, or suppositories, or rectal temp taking as long as there is no pain or "terror" involved then most likely someone wired for anal pleasure is going to imprint on the activity.

Speaking as a former student of the social sciences, I am a great believer in the bell curve and in multiple regression analysis and that few behaviors are binary in nature, though they may come down to a binary decision, i.e., either you do it or you do not do it, whatever "it" is.

Applying the bell curve to klismophelia, just as there are people who would never, ever,if at all possible, stick anything up their asses, much less fill themselves with some solution, at one end of the curve, there are others at the opposite end of the curve who would do it at every chance possible, and there are lots of people who are between these ends of the curve who would do it or not to it under certain circumstances.

Applying multiple-regression analysis, we can learn which certain factors are more, or less, important than others in deciding whether to engage in these activities.

I would be interested in seeing some study that explains these behaviors, for most of these discussions are simply one person's experiences, attitudes, etc.

hankb

Childhood is the key for most I think

I am at the upper end of Hanks' Bell curve, However I have never tried to analyze the whys and wherefores of it. For me it's a simple formula. I enjoy the hell out of getting or giving an enema. It is relaxing and is a great stress reliever, but most of all it just plain fun. I may well be classified as a Klysmaphile, But some where in the spelling there should be e n j o y inserted in to it.( No pun intended)

My brother and I both got weekly enemas as a kid he hated them and fought every time. I liked the feeling and didn't fight would complain but got excited at the word enema. I guess that I was wired for anal and enemas set me off, I love them have since I was a kid love to get and give with another hot guy

Enema's have been part of my life, and given from a young age. Some Dr.'s are against them some are not. I recently met a nurse in the hospital that was very pro enema, I was wishing I wasn't so sedated so we could discuss

In my short time here, I've noticed that there are a multitude of reasons that people are obsessed with enemas. For some it's a health choice with pleasurable sexual benefits - especially true for those of with anal lust and masturbation fetishes. Sometimes it's simply an extension of those fetishes.

For others its an effective and dramatic way to fulfill their punishment or submissive fetishes. For some it's a means of self degradation - for others a means of self liberation. It touches those in MedFet, Diapers, Age Play - so on and so on.

Certainly those with childhood experiences, have that element to add to their tool box of stimuli - but what about those introduced to it later in life who are just as attached to it now?

Personally I think the subject is being way overthought. Tell me why you like enemas and how you like them, and I'll respect it. If you're trying to quantify what makes a "true" Klysmaphile - then what does that make the rest of us? Klysmafakes?

Or Klysmaflakes? 😃

Very anal erotic here. So enemas are just one way of experiencing anal pleasure.

Among the various ways I experience anal pleasure I like enemas because it can be done over a period of an hour- more drawn out than whatever toy I would typically insert and masturbate with. And yes I do like the feeling of cleansing my colon about once every week or so, but this is a side benefit to all the sexual pleasure enemas provide me.

I was a holder as a kid. encopresis I believe it is called. I liked the feeling of having to move my bowels, and instead of going to the bathroom,I would hold back and experience the feeling for a long time.this resulted in the constant soiling of my underpants.I figure that my Mom must have spoken with our family doctor about it, and he most likely prescribed enemas to correct the problem.I hated enemas, and my Mom was rough with me,probably because I fought it and always gave her a hard time. the insertion would always hurt,and expelling would sting, keeping it from ever being a pleasurable experience.

I read that Dr.Spock recommended making the enemas very unpleasant to add to the correction factor. that said, I have come to believe that wanting to given an enema by a woman is me just trying to relive the underlying need for a mothers love and attention I craved as a child.I STILL WITHHOLD to savor that feeling of an impending bowel movement, and the prospect of a dominant woman, or better yet, a Nurse making me take a very uncomfortable enema. it still draws me like a magnet.

Its NOT a CURSE.it triggers deep emotional feelings that wouldn't be there otherwise...I crave the URGENCY enemas give over cramps. its like withholding, but much more INTENSE!! couple that with the need for a womans love and attention, and I have found the answer to a life long attraction....if I could find a woman who understands this and could love me, I would worship her for ever....

This is a fascinating subject. There seems to be multiple paths to get to where we are today.

Some of us learned to see the enema as a pleasant, or at least an exciting activity. We learned as children to give ourselves enemas between those we got from mom, because we liked it. We used enemas as an enhancement to masturbation and sex. And even when not in a sexual setting, a good enema gives us a general feeling of well-being. I can identify with this path, because that is me.

There seems to be more than a few of you who were introduced to enemas under very different circumstances. They were forced, painful, or done in very embarrassing or humiliating ways. But you continue to recreate those situations and now somehow derive pleasure from them. Is it part of the BDSM thing? I am not trying to be personal or critical, but I just don't understand this path.

Is klysmaphilia something in our genes? Something that starts us down this road? Not everybody who drinks alcohol becomes an alcoholic, but some do. Is it like that with enemas? Some who get them can give them up without blinking an eye, but some of us have to have another one.