The Psychological Aspects of Enemas

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But she would only do it again, just so's you would have ta play teacher again

I don,t really much care about all the aspects. I like being analerotic and enemas are a big part of that. Just wish I could find a woman who feels the same! Wouldn,t have it any other way.Jim.

I don't doubt that I had a predisposition to klismaphalia at birth but the seeds were sown before I was 6 or 7 years old. I know exactly when my trigger was pushed and it occurred at my Aunt and Uncle's house. My Mother and I visited on a Saturday morning and I heard my cousin crying loudly behind a closed bathroom door.

My Aunt announced that my Uncle was giving her a soapsuds enema. I heard her say, "Daddy, my stomach hurts" and then more tears as she farted loudly and bowel contents splashed into the toilet. I had both FEAR and FASCINATION with the enema bag on that very day.

In months and years later, I heard my Aunt tell my Mother that my cousin often got soapsticks and soapsuds enemas. The visit that Saturday has stayed in my mind for over 50 years and if that isn't a part of klismaphalia, I don't know what is.

For me, it's always been physical, with psychosexual overtones. Giving s woman an enema, having her want it, having sex during it are all highly arrousing to me, Soloing is also fun but not as much. Since enemas have been a constant in my life for 70 years, I qualify as a "klismo".

For those of us who were given enemas as a child, I think it started as psychological thing and later grew into an attraction to the physical sensations. Receiving an enema at about age five I feel it could be perceived as a first semi-sexual experience. I was taught not to touch down there and that it was naughty. Now I was laying on the bathroom floor totally naked and having my most private parts exposed as my mom penetrated my asshole with the nozzle of the bulb syringe.

There was nothing sexual on her part, she was simply doing what she had to do to relieve my constipation. In my young mind, this was the first time I had experienced sensations in that part of my body and it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. I also had no choice in the matter. I had to endure her repeated syringing until she was satisfied that she had forced enough of the soapy water up inside of me to make my bowels move. When I expelled the enema she would check the results to see if it was sufficient. This was an invasion of my most personal bodily functions. I was constipated quite often as a child and received many more enemas.

Each time my mom would tell me she needed to use the syringe on me I would have butterflies in my stomach, which I now realize was a sense of excitement, even though I dreaded those enemas. Later, at about age thirteen, after her enemas had stopped, I was left alone and worked up the courage to use the syringe on myself and discovered that the feelings were now quite pleasant and sexually arousing.

Well said, Buddy. I'm convinced it was those frequent sessions from mom with the bulb, and later the family bag, that brought me (and many others) to this site.

In reading this thread I note that a lot of us got enemas as very young children and continued using/wanting them throughout our lives. I think this proclivity may start even earlier, while still in mom's womb! I know my mom and her sisters all used enemas frequently and enthusiastically. I'm wondering if a mother's desire/need for an enema and then getting one has or can have an influence of the developing child? You couldn't get much closer to an enema than that without actually having one. I KNOW I was exposed to a lot of enemas before I was born, and according to my mom, within hours of being born. The experience still works its magic, even after a very long life. Viva La Klismos!

Does it have a single cause?

Probably not.

We are born with that predisposition, or not. What becomes of it is complex.

It may be an atypical form of S&M. So hard to tell for sure.

Agree with all that's been said here. Had I not been exposed to enemas as a young child, would I be a Kylsmo today.....who knows. I just remember the warm Ivory SSE's my mother gave me while lying naked on a thick terry cloth towel on the bathroom floor (heated in the winter months) as being very pleasurable. They occurred between the age of about 3 and perhaps 6, for whatever ailed me at the time, and always with the red combination enema/hot water bottle bag, red hose, black bakelite enema nozzle, and SS clamp, hanging from the handle on the back of the door. The image is still like it was yesterday, and it's been 65 plus years now. I started doing solo when I went into puberty, and have been enjoying enemas ever since. I just know that when I went into puberty, I found anal stimulation a supreme turn-on, hence my mind immediately went back to my early enemas from my loving Mom. I wasn't disappointed when I first tried enemas solo, and am still very stimulated by them today....unfortunately still solo, because the wife has zero interest.

I didn't get started with Enemas till I was about 30. So I am not like many other here. I found the joy while preparing for anal sex. The girl I was seeing at the time was concerned with cleanliness both giving and receiving anal. We did a little research and found out about cleansing enemas. Well it was love at first fill for me. She enjoyed them as well but it was more being submissive for her than that actual enema. One of the best memories I have with her is having a nice soapy enema being administered to me while she gave me a blow job. Still blows my mind. So for me it is all sexual and has nothing to do with my childhood.

Unlike most of you who enjoy enemas, I did not have them as a child. I had my first one about the time I was 50 when I was having some colonics from a female. She suggested that I try enemas and I did. I liked them so much that I have had another colonic and have been doing enemas for about 15 years. I just like everything about enemas. They are best when given to me by a lovely lady, but that does not happen very often. Most of mine are solo and I enjoy those also.

For me, I seriously doubt I would have the love of enemas that I do if not given them as a boy. Otherwise how would I know? I believe the enema awakened my anal sensitivity. As now I enjoy butt plugs, suppositories, dildos and much more. I think the exposure to anal play has opened up other kinky play areas which I enjoy. I don't regret my love for anal play, enemas and other fetish play one bit. I do wish I had known how important it was in my life and that so many more people, m and f, enjoy enemas and anal play.

For me, I seriously doubt I would have the love of enemas that I do if not given them as a boy. Otherwise how would I know?

I was never given any clysters or enemas as a child and yet I started doing similar things on my own when young. And how did I know? Very simple, by reading about it in a book, just the way so much knowledge is passed to people. I read about enemas in a small medical self help book in my grandfathers library. It was from 1914 and had a number of illustrations, including one of giving or showing a clyster bulb. It immediately got my attention.

No one had to give me any, no one had to explain them. I simply read about them and I'm certain others will have learned this way too.

What brought about my love of taking enemas? Very strange...indeed... I have to say my desire to take enemas started with a loving Mother and of course her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe. I can still see her pulling the red hot water bottle out of the white linen cabinet in her bathroom and then the red hose with the silver shut-off and the black rectal tip attached. I can still smell the odor of the rubber as if it was yesterday.... I would usually be sitting on the toilet as she did this watching every move.

Mother wouldn't go directly to the sink with it, instead she would bring the syringe over to where I was sitting and sit down on the edge of the tube. She would then talk with me asking me if I really needed this enema to help me poop or did I want it just to be taking it? Often, I would just say "Mom, I don't really need it, but I definitely want it!" Mom would then rub my head, give me a quick hug and then get up, go over to the sink and fill the bottle with warm water.

She'd then bring it over to me and ask me if she had it warm enough allowing me to rub the bottle before hanging the bag by its bottom tab on a bracket that was above the toilet. I always heard this bloop, bloop, bloop sound as the hose filled with water and the air in it being misplaced. I knew at that point that my enema was not far off and I would then get into my normal knee chest position in front of the toilet that Mother would sit down on. Once both of us was in position, I could hear her opening a jar of Vaseline and soon feel her smearing a bit of that goop onto my little hole, which then was quickly followed by her inserting that black nozzle deep inside my waiting rectum.

I can not tell you how those butterflies that I felt in my stomach excited me. Mom wouldn't open the shut off immediately. Instead, she'd take her hand and rub my back, my hips and stomach for several minutes enhancing my desire..... Finally, she'd just open the shut-off and the exquisite invasion of that warm water into my body began. Oh, I loved that feeling..... You ask me why I love taking enemas....now you know.... Oh, how I wish I could bring those days back.... Very Special!

I have tried to figure out what exactly makes me a Klismo, After years of thought I came to the following conclusions:

I like the feelings physically and mentally, It feels really good.

It's not illegal (yet)

You can do it by yourself and have a lot of fun.

You can do it with a like minded person and have twice as much fun.

It is physically and mentally extremely satisfying and makes me happy.

It hurts nobody else.

At 67 I'm healthy as hell. Is it the years of frequent enemas? I have no way of knowing.

I wouldn't have it any other way though.

Did I mention that it feels really good and makes me physically and mentally happy? Yeah, I did. But I can't say it enough.

Chuck

For me (like for many other guys), the fantastic physical sensations of the nozzle / tubing in the rectum and pressure around the prostate were wild & addictive.

Also early on, the "taboo" of enemas was exciting. (I never had one as a child, so self-discovery & solo experimentation during puberty brought added thrill).

Now with much more experience, I really enjoy the intimacy with my own body during enemas. Each time I fill my bag, I appreciate being on a new but familiar adventure that I'm doing for me. Like ChuckE says below, it's a satisfying and happy process unto itself (In addition to any fun activities afterward ?).

So by now, the enema is a way of life -- and I wouldn't change it for anything. And to this day (literally), each time I lube up I smile at the youthful thrill that led me here.

Would I want it any other way?

How would I know?

It's all I've ever been. Not going to try to be what I'm not and there was never a time in my life when I was not a klismo.

Both my sister and I are klismos. We grew up getting weekly enemas and suppositories, along with nightly laxatives. Our mother and her sister definitely were, as was their mother. Is it hereditary? Maybe, or perhaps all that anal attention just converted us. We were getting bulb enemas from our earliest memories, and each started liking them around age six, and agree that we were totally hooked by age 8-9. That love has not abated one bit in our 60+ years.

I think the obvious interaction required in a partnered enema , and I am thinking about my mother here , was the catalyst for my

acknowledged ' klysmaphilia ' today of which I enjoy as do others posting on this subject . I grew up in the decades of the 1950's / early 1960's and in a home that was very pro-enema as to illness and wellness issues . My mother was very loving and caring when giving me enemas which began in my childhood and continued into my young adulthood as a young man home from college / university . I found the reception of her well administered enemas to be a most pleasant activity and over time the enemas became very erotic as well . My mother was a very strong advocate of privacy and for long / extended enema sessions without rushing the procedure . There was always much communication and she knew and acknowledged my desire to be given recreational enemas at times other than for an illness . We had a conversation in my early teen years in which she confided that yes ...... she enjoyed our enema times as to her administration and I shared my affinity for receiving from her . My requested enemas were never refused and there were times when she ' out-out-the-blue ' would perhaps as almost an afterthought pose a question of ...... ' ..... ( my name ) ..... would you like for me to give you an enema ???? ' which she may ask of me in the morning , early afternoon or evening . My mother did in fact receive many enemas both solo and from her female relatives and friends as well . She was until her passing my ' kindred spirit ' and fellow ' klismo friend ' and though our mom / son enemas ceased after my university graduate school days as I began a successful career in another city . The well remembered anticipation and the varied physical sensations of receiving my mom's enemas are yet a often reflected upon pleasure and I do think that , from her comments , her personal enemas whether given or received were most pleasurable to her as well . Our mutual enjoyment of the enema was real and from hence began my long journey down the pleasurable road of ' klysmaphilia ' ..... and I might add with no regrets .

Enemas have been a dominant part of my sexuality since as early as I can remember. (Now I’m near 60). Before the Internet came along I went for years and years feeling that I was a total freak of nature (I have not totally ruled that out) and that I was the only one in the world that sexualized a procedure that everyone else found unpleasant and disgusting. However, over the years I have discovered that I am not alone, although in a very small minority, and become more comfortable with who I am.

I remember as a kid both the dread and anticipation/excitement about my upcoming enema my mom was preparing for me,i think the dread was in the embarrassment of knowing i was going to soon be laid over my mother’s lap hanging there while i waited for the enema, also excitement/ anticipation when I heard the gurgling sounds of the phisic (that’s what mother called it) being loaded knowing I was seconds away from insertion, even though I struggled I also knew that I liked it very much, I remember sneaking the enema out and playing with it as a kid , I really enjoy a good enema when I can i am excited I am not alone in this,i appreciate this site very much.

Its hard for me to remember a time when enemas did figure prominently in my sexuality. The first erections I remember experiencing were at age 4 as I waited for mom to pull my pants down and put me over her lap. It was just a curiosity then, but the whole experience stuck with me even when I stopped getting them for a while between ages 6 and 10.

When mom started giving me enemas again I knew what my little boners were all about, and even though I protested, I secretly craved the whole procedure. Not only did I get enemas from mom, but I also played with the bulb whenever I found myself alone in the hose. I had many masturbation fantasies involving enemas- and still do. It's hard for me to imagine what it would be like not having this fetish.

Nobody is born a klismo, no more than anybody is born a chef or surgeon or plumber. It is learned, sometimes early on, from parents giving kids enemas. But why? I raised two daughters in the 70's, and never once did my wife or I ask about their bowel habits or suggest enemas. Not once. So I continually wonder, what the hell was this parental obsession with bowels and enemas in the first half of the 20th century? I think it was a deeply repressed kind of anal sexuality. Considering I saw my neighbors doing enemas one Saturday night (kids obviously at grandma's), I'm suspecting there was a lot of adult married enema activity. But to use kids as pawns, as wind dummies? What the hell was going on?

Nobody is born a klismo, no more than anybody is born a chef or surgeon or plumber. It is learned, sometimes early on, from parents giving kids enemas.

While I agree with you that nobody is born as a klysmo or a chef, I would argue that we are born with attributes that make someone more likely to be a klysmo or a chef. There are those of us here that seem to be wired physically to enjoy anal stimulation. Others on the other hand seem to distinctly not like having anything put in there. I would argue that it's a matter of time before those of us who enjoy anal stimulation start experimenting, and will eventually figure out how to get water in there, and discover that we're klysmos, even if we don't know the term. Parents giving enemas may introduce us to klysmaphilia earlier than we would have discovered that ourselves, but I think it's just a matter of time for those who enjoy anal stimulation. In the same way, someone who discovers a natural talent for preparing food, and enjoys doing that is more likely to become a chef than someone who just prepares food for nourishment ... and so on.

I would agree that being a klysmo is not hard coded into our genes, like blue eyes, blonde hair, etc. But, there must be something that makes some of us hate enemas while some of us can't get enough. Is it all the environment or the technique used on us as kids?

As a child, I never got enemas on a schedule, such as "Saturday night cleanout time". Or even frequently. I probably averaged only a handful per year from mom, maybe even less. Yet somehow by time I was twelve or so I was giving myself small enemas whenever I had the opportunity, just because I liked the feeling.

Some of you describe being dragged to the bathroom kicking and screaming, yet today you do it to yourself. Why?

I've always said it was those childhood enemas from mom that made me a klysmo. I'm convinced it was the whole ritual, the odors of rubber and ivory soap, the nakedness, the alone time with mom, and in particular her calming voice throughout those sessions that did it for me. All those phrases she used to make sure I was calm and relaxed, about how I needed the enema, about how good it feels to be cleaned out, and her praises for taking a "good" enema for her......strong stuff for a kid. Couple all of that with anal stimulation from the nozzle and the pressure of warm water on a young prostate and it's no wonder.

I received enemas from my mother from infancy to about age 5... not sure why she stopped giving them to me. I cannot remember having to be dragged to the bathroom to get them. I do remember getting some enemas OTK and some with me over the edge of the tub. I think the draw later at age 12 when I began doing solo enemas was remembering the warmth of the enemas, the smell of ivory soap, the feeling of it flooding my bowels, the urgency to evacuate and the gush. At age 12 I was experimenting with masturbation and tried doing an enema with my mother’s douche bulb. Wow! From that day on I was hooked! Enemas became a great addition to my solo activities!

I wasn't given enemas as a child. I never thought about enemas up until age 24, when I read an erotic article or short story about a couple's sexual enjoyment of enemas. I asked my live in girlfriend, (now my wife Pam), about enemas. She excitedly offered to give me one. She did. I loved it, and started to masturbate. She pulled my hand away and did it for me as the bag filled me up. Wonderful. I was hooked.

Now 30 years later I'm happily addicted to enemas. Off and on, (mostly on), I've enjoyed long periods of frequent (2 or 3 days apart) enema sessions of several gallon bags to completely empty my colon. Enemas are very sexual for me. Almost always I have an orgasm during my enema sessions, or right afterward. My post-enema orgasms always involve anal toys, because enemas always get me very horny for serious anal penetration. When I'm lucky, Pam will fist me or fuck me with a big, long dildo, sometimes using her strap on harness. Usually, we just have sex, with foreplay that often includes Pam plugging me with a 3-inch butt plug, and I plugging her with her smaller plug.

The downside of long, high volume enema sessions every 2 or 3 days is that they do become addictive, and in some situations the addiction is very inconvenient. It becomes impossible for me to have a normal bowel movement. Still the many years of being physically dependent on enemas have had no apparent harmful effects on my body. My doctor raves about my amazingly good health for my age. I also look far younger than my age.

My enema addiction was about to become very inconvenient. The first week of May I'm leaving for a two-week trip to Maui and the Big Island in Hawaii, where Pam, our daughter, my son in law, and two grand-kids will stay in houses or condos together in five different locations. I'm now in my second week of enema abstinence to get back on a normal, natural pooping schedule. It was painful for me to do, physically and psychologically, after three straight years of thrice weekly high volume enema sessions, but I did it. The first day back from Hawaii, I'll might celebrate with a two-hour session of eight gallon bags.

So I continually wonder, what the hell was this parental obsession with bowels and enemas in the first half of the 20th century? I think it was a deeply repressed kind of anal sexuality.

The actual need for enemas might have to do with what are now known to be bad eating habits, bad nutritional choices, a lack of understanding about which foods clog our digestive track and probably a lack of access to more healthy foods and maybe a lack of money to buy proper, but more expensive foods on a regular basis.

I remember so well that when I was young - 1950-60s - it was virtually impossible to find whole grain bread for instance. Bakeries sold white bread or what was then called 'brown' bread which wasn't more than a sprinkling of whole grain flour. Even in the second city of Belgium, there were only a few specialist health stores (called Reform Stores) that sold something that was a semblance of true whole grain bread. Now you can buy so many varieties, but not in the past.

And then there was the availability, or rather lack of, of certain vegetables and fruit. We could buy locally grown stuff, but so tiring boring and limited in scope.

Agracier, you are so right about the benefit of a good diet. I gave up enemas for a few weeks a year or so ago to go on a long backpacking trip, and it was very difficult. I suffered through bloating, constipation, and painful gas and cramping before my bowels started to work normally again after about 10 days.

This time that I gave up enemas, (almost two weeks ago now), was much easier. I attribute it entirely to switching my diet to the new Plant Paradox Program designed by Stephen Gundry, MD, and stopping the use of the drugs ibuprofen and omeprazole (Prilosec), which Dr. Gundry says do great damage to the mucus lining of the intestines. Dr Gundry's diet excludes eating many commonly eaten plants that he claims also damage the GI tract. This time when I stopped enemas, I had no bloating, constipation, painful gas, or cramping. I can't say I don't miss enemas, though.