I don't see the fascination.

In reading in many forums, I've heard many stories about the "family enemas." Seems everyone gets an enema, and it can be from Mom, aunt, grandma, Dad, or even a sibling. Basically a "family affair." Some have told about a brother assisting in giving a sister an enema, or vice versa. A dad holding the child down, or often even in two parent households, giving even a teenaged daughter an enema. I am appalled by the idea that siblings, and other "relations" could be required to help, or to watch while waiting for their turn at the famliy "enema time."

I never had a living grandmother, and the very idea of someone other than my Mother giving me an enema, would be totally repulsive. Often makes me wonder if such habits were real, of some made up fantasy of adulthood. Walt

Hi Walt,

In this world, all things happen. I never experienced anything like that growing up, but I'm sure many who report this, actually did.

When I was 4 (this was in the early 1960s) we lived next door to an older couple who's grandchildren would come to visit for a few weeks in the summer. They were my age and we played together. I distinctly remember them telling me that they all got enemas together on Saturday nights, and that is was a family thing. The next day when I went over to hear more about this (!), they said their grandmother overheard and forbid them to say anything else.

Arianna

Enema administration in my family was a very, very private event and dear old Mom was the Lord High Administrator.

Yes, enemas were a family thing ... not on a weekly basis, but monthly. Mom scheduled the first of the month as enema day and we all knew not to schedule anything away from the house. If such scheduling couldn't be avoided (e.g. when in high school, we sometimes had events scheduled for that evening), mom would reschedule ours for the next day.

Enemas were a regular thing when we were home from school sick, especially when we were showing signs of coming down with a cold, or something like that.

Her commanded was simple ... "get undressed and be in the bathroom in a couple minutes. She waiting until everyone had left the house to administer.

While I never enjoyed enemas during my pre-teen years, when I got into middle school that attitude changed. Now that I'm married, my hubby and I use enemas as a form of healthy recreation.

Walt, I couldn't agree more.

These family affair enemas where everybody assists in the administration and an audience is present is beyond me. I mean why bother to have any bedroom or bathroom doors if something as intimate as an enema is on regular display? If they do it for "health" and "medical" purposes and are so open about being seen during the procedure, you'd think they might as well all get together and have some family fun with it, you know, like seeing who could hold it the longest, hold the greatest volume or just masturbate each other. They're already looking at and lubricating and inserting nozzles and tubes into each other's private parts.

Well growing in the 40-50 getting enemas was just part of being a child of the time. As a small child about 4 years old I remember being over my mother lap receiving an enema from the bag, my mother was telling my sisters to get out of the bathroom. The enemas was part of growing up, I receiver enemas from mother, grandmother sisters, I guess the enema was something that I did not relay care for but was something you were giver to make youget over being sick. The enemas were given to all of the Finley , i receiver enema from mother until I left home to get married. My children receive enema from my wife the children received the enemas as part of grooving up.

The rectal temperatures and enema I received in the 12 bed boy's ward in 1953 was a very public event. We learned to swim nude at the downtown YMCA. Boy scout camps had no toilet privacy stalls and gang showers were the only thing available. A bunch of nude ass preteen boys did not think anything of having the lady camp nurse walk in to the facility.

I could see some families being very open about something as common as an enema.

I don't think the whole family needs to be involved either.It's embarrassing enough for the child(usually)to have it done let alone let others watch.What we do as adults is something else entirely.Some like them and others don't.Just because it was done in the good ole days doesn't necessarily mean it was right or normal as some people refer to it.

It may have been common practice in the past and I know it was in some of my friends families but it does not mean it is a good practice

As I remember my childhood Enemas, I would have flat out died if I knew or thought somebody was watching me getting it.

We never had "family affairs", i only remember 1 enema for me as a child and possibly 1 for my younger sister, we were a modest family so this group practice seems strange to me.

It is only an issue if you care

There were many instances of this mentioned to me by my boyhood friends in their families and several where I heard the goings on from the living room. Usually it was fathers insisting on watching their wives give enemas to their daughters. I'm surprised no one has recognized this as a thinly veiled sublimation of incestuous feelings.

One thing to consider is that houses weren't always as big as they are now and often had only one bathroom. Privacy would be difficult in a family of any size.

I remember my mother telling me about the enemas she received as a child. Her mother would always make her and her brother retain for at least 15 minutes or they would get another, larger enema that had to be held even longer. She told me her brother would often stand on his head and make faces trying to get her to laugh, making the enema harder to retain.

A buddy told me that when his mother gave him an enema he was laid on his back on a bath towel. The older brother held the combination bag with a big grin as the enema was administered. The mother then had the older brother hold the younger on his lap until five or ten minutes had elapsed before allowing the boy to scramble onto the toilet.

Walt are you talking about responses to a forum thread or stories in the library. I thinks many of stories in the library are just that erotic fiction. I tend to attach more reality to forum replies

Walt;The culture of the 1940s through the sixties was far differant than it is today.There was less shame about nudity among family members.My brothers and I would just strip off our clothes and jump into a cold river in the Summertime and think nothing of it.Our old house had no bathtub so we took our baths including mother in a large metel tub set up in the kitchen.When I was in the childrens hospital during the late thirties to the fifties,the nurses gave us enemas either in the ward or in a large bathroom,the other kids were coming and going to use the facilities and thought nothing of it.

Heck, where the creek made a swimming hole, nobody cared about a swimsuit. Strip the clothes off, and dive in. Helped to live in the country. LOL. Hospitals were like that, but those were different from a home setting. Walt

I think what many are overlooking is how the times have changed from the 40's and 50's families to today's families. Those of us that are 50+ remember a very different America. We remember an America where the majority was rural and poor. We remember an America where there were extended families, with grandpa and grandma living with their children and grandchildren. We remember a society where farming and healthcare beliefs were passed on from generation to generation. The only way one called for the doctor was if there was a very serious illness that had first failed all home remedies, i.e. aspirin and cool tap water enemas to reduce a fever. No antibiotics came along until about the late 40's so the reality was even doctors were pretty limited in what they could do.

Needless to mention, these conditions did not lend themselves to any level of privacy and modesty was not easy to maintain. Contrary to many popular myths, not everyone lived in the big old rambling farmhouse, and living space was at a premium.

No one had a bathroom and so many "medical" procedures, including enemas were administered in the kitchen, where the sink was located, and then the recipient was allowed to make the mad dash outside to the outhouse.

So, I am sure there are probably some exaggerations and editorial license taken as to the level of "family" involvement and privacy, but it also has a very firm historical basis.