Was your mother a hanger, holder, or squeezer?

MOM was a hanger... when I was very young she hooked the bag on a hook by the soap dish while I was given the enema in the bath tub. When I was a teenager she hung the bag on the towel rack where she gave me enemas on the floor. She has given me several enemas as an adult and she still hangs the bag.

My mother was a holder/squeezer ... she used an amber latex 2 quart bag. Regardless of how much water she started with, when the water got to the bottom 1/3 of the bag, she would twist the top of bag "shut" so it would not leak when she squeezed the bottom. She usually said "this will stir things up". The second enema was held higher than the first, with the same type of finish or just raised the bag as high as possible

I had not thought of this before now. My first recollection of having an enema was about age 3-1/2 when a Public Health Nurse showed my Mom how to use a funnel, hose and pitcher to give me an enema in the bathtub -- that made her a 'holder' as both hands were needed to handle the funnel and pitcher. About age 4 we had an unsuccessful funnel-and-pitcher session, which made both of us anxious and frustrated. She produced the large red combination bag, poured in en entire bottle of warmed Mennen Baby Oil and hung it over the bathtub. The shear size of this "apparatus" was frightening and I was in tears. But, she reassured me that she always used this bag, hose and black nozzle when she gave enemas to my Father. (surprise... someone else was getting this attention.)She oiled a finger and alternated small injections of the warm oil with finger massages of my anal canal and rectum with tiny injections of oil. I expelled some of the oil with now major bowel action so she then switched to warm water but needed both hands to manage the nozzle and stabilize my body as I slid about in the bathtub. After more fingering and a 'gigantic' amount of warm water (probably something like a pint) my bowels began to work.From then on she would hold the combination bag for enemas given on my bed, balancing bag height with the amount of fuss I was making. Whenever I would need a second enema she would hang the bag in the bathroom and massage my anus with a soapy finger.

My mother was a holder, then when there was a little left in the bag she became a squeezer.

No earthly idea. I only remember one enema as a kid, and I have no idea about the bag.

It was always a Fleets enema, so she was a squeezer.

My mother began as a holder of the bag above my back as I was on all 4's in the bathroom at age 7. I got them infrequently but began to really like them when I got to 10 or11. By then she knew what I could accommodate and would hang the 2 qt bag on the shower rod for faster flow. I always tried to hold my whining and squirming as long as possible so as to keep her at it longer. Loved it when she would coax and encourage me to greater volumes, eventually moving on to a second bag and 3qts. My biggest fear was that in her refilling the bag, she'd catch a glimpse of the naughty erection I'd get and that would end these wonderful experiences. Either she never did or never made note and we shared several more til I was 13.

Mom started out as a "squeezer" using the little 6 ounce white rectal bulb syringe. When I graduated to the red bag she was a "holder". I didn't get enemas as often once she started using the bag, and they were given to me at first on the bed in my parents bedroom and then later on, on the bed in my bedroom.The bathroom was closer to my parents bedroom so at that age it was easier to get to after the enema. The bag was an open top fountain syringe so "squeezing" it would have been a disaster LOL.

A holder, but then a squeezer to get the last drop out. Mine were always on the bed with the bag held high.

My Mom was definitely a hanger. She would always hang my enema bag from a small curtain rod holder that was attached to window frame about five feet above the toilet in my bathroom. Mom always had me lie across the closed toilet seat while she administered to me my enema.

Hanger, she would pull the chrome coat rack over by the bed, always hung the pink Cara from it

Squeezer. Black tip nozzle, red bulb, with exterior ridges, I guess for better grip.

Guess I was about 10 and ate too much Easter candy, so with awful stomach ache, Mother given enema to the rescue.

Same as so many others here...she told me to lay on the bathroom floor near the toilet while she filled sink with very warm, Ivory sudsy water.

A quick Vaseline wipe to my brown star and enema nozzle slipped right in when she spread my cheeks....my stomach really hurt, so honestly, for my first enema, I didn't know what to think, but was definitely embarrassed...bulb was medium sized and she refilled/squeezed several times...until I said I "had to go."

She left the bathroom while I had toilet time......remember taking a bath afterwards...felt all better.

I received them infrequently and absolutely nothing sexual...this was my sweet Mother and what she did made my stomach ache go away and that was that.

Today, I still prefer Vaseline on my brown star and very warm water..position, though has changed.

I never had a mother but my dad gave me enemas and he was a hanger, with the red bag on the shower rack connected to a white tube with a small nozzle at the end. He would position the nozzle against my butt hole and tell me to push it in myself. Afterward he would release the clamp and tell me to try to take as much as I can or else the enema would not work. When I said I could not take any more he would shut the clamp, massage my tummy, and ask me if I could try to take some more and when I said yes, reopened the clamp to let more water flow in. Finally he would shut the clamp, pull out the nozzle, and let me expel in privacy. Afterward he would ask how I felt.

Mom was a squeezer since I got all my enemas from her using a bulb. Except one time. Mom bought an enema bag because my older sister (4 years older) complained about having to take an enema using "that thing"---Bulb and why can't she give it to herself (I guess it was "embarrassing" for her --HaHa). So mom went out and bought a bag with attachments.

I guess mom let her give it to herself but with "her supervision" Once I saw mom in the bathroom fixing the bag. She saw me and told me to leave. later, I heard her call Jean (my sis)in and the door closed. I snuck up to the door but didn't hear much.

That one time was when I was in the 8th grade. Mom called me in as usual. I saw the red bag on the sink (not yet prepared). I said "are you going to use that -or words to that effect (long time ago to remember exact wording) Anyway, I laid down over the bench as usual--bluejeans and underpants around my ankles and waited. Soon I felt something cool slide into my butt and then --Hardly anything. I felt something go in but not like the burst from a squeezed bulb (which at that time I like the feeling of it.

Now since I had my head down and never looked back, I figured she was a holder--since I was laying near the toilet and there was no place to hang it. Afterwards, I asked my mom in the future if I needed another enema please use the bulb. She didn't ask why but in the future, she used the bulb.

My aunt Louise was a squeezer (got quite a few enemas from her.

My aunt Edna was a squeezer. I only got 2 enemas from her. She had this nice white soft bulb. I used it several times on myself (without anyone knowing.

My aunt Marge was a hanger. She had a red bag and knew how to use it. My cousins got quite a few--I had 7 (4 boys and 3 girls).

My Mom was a hanger, the bag was always hanging from a hook on the wall. I would enter the bathroom and Mom was sitting on the toiet seat with the hose in her hand. I would lay across her lap feel the vaseline being applied to me and then the tip entering followed by the burst of hot ivory soap water entering me.

Step mom would always hang the bag from a chrome coat rack she kept in her room.

My mother in law, when giving enemas to my (future) wife, either had her on a bed (on the side on towels) or kneeling butt in the air on a rug in the bathroom. In the former case she had to hold the bag, in the latter case she just hung it from a towel rack.

The bathroom method needed less work (no towels, just hold the nozzle in, as opposed to also holding the bag up) and carried less risks (no risk of leaks on bed or carpeting, no walk from bed to bathroom), but in the end my wife found it embarrassing (it basically meant showing mom a close up of her genitals for the duration of the enema).

My step dad gave me fleet enemas

There are lots of stories of how people's mothers gave them enemas when they were a child. In the UK, I've never heard of this happening to anyone. Is it just a culture difference? Also, how much would you take, was it just for constipation and do you think these experiences influenced your enema love in later life?

Our family enema bottle always hung from a coat hook on the back of the bathroom door. The only time it ever seemed to disappear was when the parish priest was coming over for Sunday dinner. I only remember my mom giving me enemas when she thought I needed "cleaning out" for some reason. But I do know that both mom and dad used the enema bag on themselves (each other?), and I don't think either of them suffered from chronic constipation. :-)

There are lots of stories of how people's mothers gave them enemas when they were a child. In the UK, I've never heard of this happening to anyone. Is it just a culture difference?

I suspect it’s a generational rather than a cultural difference. These stories are mostly from the 1960s and before, towards the end of the time when enemas were widely and routinely used for constipation and by some even regarded as beneficial to health in general. The technique and equipment for giving enemas used to be described in home nursing and medical manuals. They’ve never gone totally out of use, of course, but they have come to be largely confined to advocates of ‘alternative’ or quack therapies. And, of course, to those kinky people who enjoy them for their own sake, whether or not they were introduced to them as children by their mothers. 😉

Grandma started Sis & I on the bulb, but switched to hanging a bag on the shower rod as Sis reached 10, I was 8. I do not recall her ever holding our bags.

My Mother was a hanger she used a bag and the bag would hang from a hook that was fixed above the toilet bowl, or would hand from door knob of the bathroom door.

My mom was a HANGER. She had a bent, wire, coat-hanger, she used as a hook. Sometimes it was hanging from a knob on a cupboard door, if I was bent over the toilet, with the nozzle in my butt. Or, it looked like, when she gave enemas to herself, it was off a towel rack, above, where she would lay on a towel, on the floor, for her enemas. Her enemas, were late at night, with door locked, and for a quite-long time. At any rate, it was common for the bag to hang in the bathroom, where it was obvious that the nozzle had been in a butt, a short time ago 😉 My guess is, she liked them, like we like them, but that was in the days of all that stuff being, very closeted, and taboo 😢 Seems, my mother needed lots of enemas, and I say, more power to her, if she was taking them for pleasure!! 😉 Don't think we had any bulb-types, as we had a standard, red-bag, that I suppose held 2-3 quarts. Seems like she always hung it high enough to have a fair amount of force, as it seems like it usually didn't take long for a complete enema to take place into my butt 😃 Mike.

That dreaded open top amber one quart enema bag would hang from a wire coat hanger, which in turn was hanging from an overhead ceiling light. I don't recall any low, medium, or high, it was full blast. I remember how scary that bulging bag looked. I would fight it all the way but once they got the nozzle in me, the battle was lost. We laid on our bellies on the bed until we took the entire bag, we were then carried into the bathroom to expel with a towel propped against our butts so we wouldn't leak.

My mother always hung the bag unless she wanted the liquid to go in faster or with more force in which case she would take the bag off the hook and hold it higher.

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A hanger. I got my enemas on my left side in the bathtub. The amber folding bag was hung from the shower curtain rod above me. Needless to say, the pressure of an enema delivered from a bag that high above me was intense as were the cramps it produced. As I recall my childhood enemas today, I sometimes think that I must have been mistaken that the bag remained hanging on the shower curtain rod while the enema was administered. I have speculated that my mother must have taken the bag down from the rod and held it at a more reasonable distance above me. However, I have very clear memories of turning around to see how much more water I had to take and seeing the bag gently swaying from a hook on the shower curtain rod. I continued to do them this way for a while after being allowed to self-administer starting at age 13.

My mother was a hanger who hanged the bag on the shower curtain rod while I was kneeling on the bathroom floor with me over the side of the tub while she sat on the closed toilet seat looking at my bottom and holding the black nozzle inside me.

If she thought that the soapsuds were not going into me fast enough to clean me out, she would get up and gently squeeze the open top bag. I knew I was in real trouble when she got up because the pressure of the enema would give me more cramps in my tummy when she squeezed the enema bag.

My mother was a hanger who hanged the bag on the shower curtain rod while....

If she thought that the soapsuds were not going into me fast enough to clean me out, she would get up and gently squeeze the open top bag. I knew I was in real trouble when she got up because the pressure of the enema would give me more cramps in my tummy when she squeezed the enema bag.

Squeezing an open top bag doesn't do anything because IT IS OPEN.

It's not completely true that squeezing an open top enema syringe does not increase preasure. As the water level drops you can squeeze the bag and increase the pressure until the bag overflows since the height of the water in the bag is increased. Conversley, in a closed top bag, as the level decreases in the bag, squeezing the bag only increases the pressure in the same manner by increasing the height of the water in the bag. If the closed top bag is almost full or you fold it to take up the empty space in the bag then the amount of pressure you place on the bag can increase the pressure of the enema substantially.