The Psychological Aspects of Enemas

Cheryl raises a couple of interesting questions. From my perspective, I believe that "what you are....is what you were when". Consequently, at an early age I received OTK bag enemas from my mother and then progressed to self-administration because I learned to enjoy them. By the time I got to college, I found that some co-eds liked to receive and give them. Have been "hooked: as a giver and receiver ever since.

Cheryl 77177 does raise some interesting points ...Though I don't tend to be so psychoanalytical with the fascination in relation to Enema's & the (my) propensity towards associated equipment...Like many others,the pleasures derived came about commencing in early childhood along with an interest in other forms of medical um instruments through reading medical text (yeah admittedly on the sly) & being taken by glossy descriptive images therein...Acceptance may have had something to do with it because I liked both the attention given with the procedure -- visually (the goods), sounds, aromas & how an Enema could make ya so darn horny...before I even knew what horny was about..Little was I to know how Enema's could be so capable of stirring one's pleasure zones in ways that had yet to compute......That "connect the dots" thing.

Sure they contributed to little boy "stiffies" many's a time ...Later more than a stiffy resulted...stroke it firmly & we know what that does post Enema......Oh ! the relief gained apart from the Enema itself......Masturbation & Enema's changed forever the way in which what started out as a simple "in home" remedy for constipation & other childhood ailments into something akin to being so anally stimulated that could even enhance future sexual relationships if & when opportunity arose...To me that was a revelation & worth exploring further with maturity...And becoming plainly evident as time progressed...Utilize empathy,discretion coupled with assurance has "benefits" in a number of ways hardly worth elaborating on further..

Nor would one -- speaking only for myself, recognize at that time for some years the significance of what was yet to reveal itself as having sexual connotations within a relationship..Further experimentation led to expanding knowledge,so by then everything to do with Enema's had another level of attraction.....In some ways it no longer mattered whether I flew solo or in conjunction with an E-partner.....Enema's were a F*****g turn on--Period !......So simple in mechanics, mostly comfortably enjoyable if so inclined--haha ,by and large quite stimulating.... mmmm......thoroughly effective as a means of multiple relief...health wise & state of overall wellbeing a by product....Certainly gets things moving for whatever reason.

Cheryl has an interesting observation that maybe some of us are like alcoholics.

Some of us who have had enemas can take it or leave it. We might have one now and then and get some pleasure from it but do not do it on a regular basis.

Others here can't get enough. Once a week is not enough. 2 quarts is not enough. One enema is not enough, we need 2, 3, or more at a time to be satisfied. Sounds like an addiction to me.

Me? Addicted? No way!!!

I can quit any time.

Really ........ I can. I just don't want to.

I love enemas and all aspects of such play . And no I wouldn't want it any other way..

I've had a fascination with them since I was 5 or 6 can't explain why.

I crave, I take some, wish I could find a nurse locally to do them, yet I feel guilty about the urges...................

Getting enemas in my teens gave me enema fetish for life

I have been excited about enemas since my childhood, I remember hearing just the word was very exciting. I also used to feel guilty about sneeking enemas but as I got older finding this site a couple of years ago I know it's pretty common practice. I do sometimes mix enemas with BDSM but I also just take enemas because it makes me feel good and sometimes don't even masturbate.

The same here. Since childhood i am interestied in enemas and anything related.

Sexual stimulation and an aid to masturbation.

This is one of those topics which may never be settled!I know that my route was early childhood enemas, from a children's bulb over Mom's knees. I didn't like them at first, but by age 8, I was sneaking them in the tub at bath time. I would take Mom's 8 oz adult bulb, make the water milky with the Ivory soap bar, prop my feet on the tub sides to expose my anus, and pump the soapy water into myself until my tummy hurt. Then, I'd get out and sit on the toilet, revelling in the feelings as soapy, shitty water flooded out of my anus. I repeated the procedure until the tub water was too cold. I think Mom knew what I was doing, but she believed in regular colon cleaning, so she never said anything to me. I get this belief from the fact that she frequentlt reminded my older sister that she needed a thorough cleanout.I don't recall her ever reminding me, so she knew I was getting my own enemas. I do believe there is a genetic predisposition to klismaphilia, however, because altho she took longer to convert, my older sister has been a "frequent filler" for over 40 years, and has raised three daughters who take regular enemas. All three make sure their kids get regular colon cleanings, as well.

My simple answer is, of course, no. I like enemas. I enjoy giving myself enemas. I like to read about other men and women that take and enjoy enemas. I have a collection of equipment that include bulbs, bags, cans, tubes, nozzles, etc, that, thanks to recommendations from others on this site, have enabled me to experience a wide variety of enemas. I would like someday to have a partner or group of like minded e-fans to share our enemas.

I benefit from the health aspects of enemas. I benefit from the sexual release from enemas. I am aroused when I look at a picture or video of either a man or woman receiving an enema. I especially like to see a slow, sensual insertion of the nozzle. A few in and outs along with a thick long nozzle will cause me to be so erect it almost hurts! To the best of my knowledge, I never had an enema as a child. I did have a desire to feel things going in and out of my anus. I found myself in a neighborhood with several boys between the ages of eight to ten that were like "horny dogs". If your dick got stiff, you wanted to "stick in in something".

This only happened a few times, but for me it locked me into my anal cravings. I am bisexual by nature, but do not have a relationship with a gay man. I don't want to be dominated or suffer from a forceful male partner. I have been fortunate in having a fair number of wonderful female sex partners at an early age. Although the last third of my life have been solo, I live alone and can enjoy my enemas to the maximum. The sexual aspects are not as strong these days, but I will say that because of enemas, I am feeling better every day. And, as always thank you all who contribute to this site with honesty about ENEMAS!!!!!!!!!! MRay.

From very early childhood until I understood sexual arousal, probably at puberty, I had experiences that affected me in a way that I did not understand at the time. The feelings were strong and pleasurable, more memorable because they provoked a yearning for some kind of satisfaction that could not be realized. Most, if not all, of these unsatisfied yearnings were caused by suppositories, enemas, medical things that involved being undressed, pants down spanking, being seen naked, etc. Now, decades later, I expect I am still trying to satisfy what was unrecognized sexual arousal.

That is only half the answer because it begs the question, why did those things cause sexual arousal in the first place? I do not know, but I am glad they did!

What the REAL cause is, or if it even has a single cause is unknown.

There has to be an element of it you are born with.

There is an element of sexuality.

There is an element of masochism.

There is an element of just losing control, after a fight for control.

I agree with LisaK, that we are born with this fetish. From first viewing enema equipment, then pleasure derived from using it, that craving for anther enema, all part of lifelong imbibing; fortunately it isn't illegal if decidedly a cloaked proclivity.

As an "anal erotic", which apparently I was born with this proclivity, enemas are a natural turn-on for me. I don't know how else to explain it more plainly.

It's so long ago that whatever the reason is lost on me. Always been turned on by ladies asses. The idea of an enema blew my mind as a teen. And it's been a thing for me ever since.

Think that we are born with this fetish, like gays and lesbian\s are. Once you're bitten with the enema bug it lasts for life.

One member tells how he believes one's potty training plays into it, saying that if the parent was brutal, stiff, forceful, & impatient with potty training, then their people will always see defecation as a problem, rather than having a natural restful experience that is often savored in good health. My grand children from two of my kids have openly demonstrated this truth. My daughter's kids are happy and restful on the pot. But my son's kids were totally taken back by the description one of hers gave of even savoring the experience at the end of a hard day.

We were playing, Enema Day" when I was a kid, by the time I was in first grade the second time. As my brother was dying of agent orange cancer, he dreamily reminisced with opiates in his system of those happy days as children together, along with other things, I had forgotten.

Point being: It was clearly a social thing for all involved, including these young ones, that likely have not hit on this particular comfort just yet, maybe.

@lzrd - I imagine that my parents like most would have thought potty training was the means of transitioning from nappies to self suffiency. But do remember the days of commodes, enamelware bedpans, earthenware potties (chamber pots), potty chairs & trainer seats that fitted over the toilet pan

I find that I do not have a love/hate relationship with enemas. I just have a love/love one. I have always enjoyed them for as long as I can remember. I entend to enjoy them for the rest of my life.

LisaK said

What the REAL cause is, or if it even has a single cause is unknown.

There has to be an element of it you are born with.

There is an element of sexuality.

There is an element of masochism.

There is an element of just losing control, after a fight for control.

cause-unknown--definitely

born with the desire--probably

element of sexuality--definitely

element of masochism--maybe for you, most of us just love the sensations

element of losing control--maybe for you LisaK. You are the only one who ever mentioned needing a bite rag and vomit bowl when taking enemas

I agree with those who believe we are born with some component of this fetish. To paraphrase what someone else said here previously: "Some people who drink alcohol become alcoholics, but most don't." I think it is the same with enemas. Some of us who were exposed to enemas as a child continue to use them, even for non-medical reasons. Others who got them really hate them and would never have another enema unless their life depended on it.

I think it is a combination of a born-with tendency and exposure. Some here apparently were not exposed to enemas until they were adults and still got hooked.

At 84 I can reflect pretty honestly. In my case I didn't ever dislike the enema process. In fact, I relished the time with my Mother, and her TLC with me. I competed with my six-year older Sister for attention. They were almost like sisters. I don't think I resented it as much as I relished it.

the boxcar

Another explanation for klysmaphilia is based in Freud's psychosexual development model. Freud said that we all are "androgynous" and have the capacity for both masculine and feminine proclivities. When we are children we are somewhat "neutral" and can develop either or, based on our pursuit of pleasure or avoidance of pain or anxiety. Freud also says we are all hedonistic, looking to maximize our pleasure. The nerve endings in the anus are far more sensitive those in the penis or vagina, and we experience anal sensations in his "anal stage" of development as we learn to control our bowels (potty train). The enema, like many other addictions, alleviates anxiety as it gives us a way for us to experience control by inserting, taking, and expelling the enema solution by our choice: we know exactly what will happen and can predict and control the entire physiologically stimulating process. For others who don't become addicted to enemas, the enema is physically aversive as they relate more to the discomfort of being penetrated anally (taboo) and having a distended belly, as well as the emotional aversion to giving up control (to the enema giver) and embarassment.

Can't say I've ever hated an enema, although the ones I got from my mom as a child produced cramping that I didn't enjoy. As an adult, I enjoy enemas whether they are for pleasure (which is most of the time) or to relieve constipation. I give myself enemas, but I am curious about how I would react to having another man give me one (and how he would feel about it).

Oh Geezis, Suzie....a "bite rag"? Oh Gawd I love it!

the boxcar

As a youngster, enemas seemed to be quite punitive, and mom and grandma seemed pretty heavy handed during the process. I got enemas as part of the toilet training process, and then knew that an enema was forthcoming if I didn't produce the expected BM. Our pediatrician seemed to be an advocate for their use and frequently scolded my mom if she called him for a digestive problem prior to trying to resolve it with an enema.

Physically, I'm sure my resistance necessitated some degree of force to overcome my reluctance. Psychologically, this precipitated some issues that lasted for a lifetime with regards to my mom. I did what I was told and what was expected, or I suffered the consequences.

As I grew and developed, my enema curiosities blossomed. After all, the red enema bag or amber douche bag stared me in the face day after day. I feared it when young, but gradually came to befriend it. By the time I was 6, the sensations of anal penetration and the flow of water triggered some reactions that I still didn't totally understand.

I also figured out that I could accomplish a BM without my mom or grandma wrestling me into the tub. I still got some from them, but I was self-administering as well. The enema or douche bag got a regular workout from me. I didn't have to lie about having had a BM. I just didn't let them know how it came about. Even if I had been caught or challenged, I could always rationalize that an enema was the way they would cause me to have a BM. I don't know if they ever figured it out, but neither ever said anything.

The bottom line is that those rubber tools produced some fantastic sensations as I progressed through puberty. Enemas were my initial exposure to a sexual act. When other, more common sexual encounters were sparse, the enema or douche bag became wonderful substitutes and didn't necessitate other precautions. That being said, enemas didn't replace otherwise healthy sexual activity, but could sure enhance or trigger some involuntary reactions. Who needs Viagra or Cialis when a quart or two of liquid enhancement is incorporated?

Is that some weird psychology?... or just some shits and giggles in an otherwise stressful existence?

The klismaphilia which seems to be the exception that proves the rule, is the same rule applied under different conditions.

Long live the differences! 😎

Most of us who will admit to Klysmaphilia, will also point out that the enema is part of our sexual well being as well as the other health benefits. Having said that, I know of some political minded individuals who should have a large nozzle pointed in their direction, on a regular basis.