Was your mother a hanger, holder, or squeezer?

Squeezer for me, holder for herself.

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. . . . .

So what are you going to gain, the added pressure of a few inches in height of the column of water from the hanging height of the bag of say four feet (towel rack height) being increased to four feet and a few inches??

That's pretty minimal.

If you want an added gush, elevate the bag substantially or use a higginson in-line pump to give added pressure.

Over mom's lap for the enema bulb, so I was a "Squeezee", I guess!

It was not what I wanted. It was what my mom did to me.

I fully agree that the best way to increase the pressure of the enema is to increase the height of the bag. I was just trying to help someone who's mother squeezed the bag. Sorry for being so exact and technical.

Mom was a sqeezer since I mostly remember over her lap getting a squeeze bulb. Vaguely remember the red bag hanging on a hook next to the toilet with little black nozzle. Jar with soaps floating in water.

My mother was a "hanger." I'm not sure how many enemas I got as a young child, because I have reliable memories of only the last, at age six. But my less reliable memories seemed to involve a bag hanging from a shower rod or towel rack. The last one I got from my mother was at my grandmother's house, where the hanging bag finally helped me understand the purpose of a small "S" hook in the wall, whose function I had often wondered about.

My mom was a holder! She'd lay the bag on the bed while inserting the nozzle, then pick it up and release the clamp. As the bag emptied she would raise it a bit higher. She never squeezed, just more elevation! Jim

Mainly a squeezer, but she did bring out the colon tube, then I knew this would take much longer, the bag was hung

She was a "hanger". The red closed top bag (which also occasionally substituted as a hot water bottle), red hose, metal clamp. and black bakelite enema nozzle (probably from Sears & Roebuck), hung on the inside bathroom door handle. As I laid on a terry cloth towel on the bathroom floor, I remember the experience well, and that was 65+ years ago. And yes, it was a good experience, which is why I still enjoy enemas to this day...unfortunately solo.

Mom was a squeezer. I was over her lap with the bulb syringe full of Ivory soap warm water

Since she did my sister and I together in the bathroom, she hung the bag from a towel rod by the tub. On the rare occasions when we got enemas separately (like not getting a BM from last night's laxative), she usually gave to us on a towel on our bed. Then, she held the bag. When we were in our late teens, she sometimes had my sister give to her. These were always done with Sis holding the bag. When Sis and I gave to each other, it was always by holding the bag.

My mom was a hanger as well. The enema bag would be hung on a towel rack. When my sister or I were brought into the bathroom we'd be placed knee chest. During the treatment it would normally stay on the rack. I follow essentially the same procedure when I kids beg them today

Ours was an open top latex folding bag, probably a Sojourn. Holding it was impractical, especially dealing with a kid who did not want an enema. Consequently the enema was prepared and waiting for me when I was brought to the bathroom. Seeing that partially filled, darkened with age douche bag, with the hose hanging down in the tub produced shivers of impending dread. I could barely glance at it as my mother got me into position across her lap. "No nonsense" was the order as the ordeal began.

Usually hung the red bag (fairly high), squeezed when using the bulb OTK. I remember one time I was complaining during a bagged enema, she squeezed it and forced the solution in faster, but warned that I'd be whipped if I spilled any. I did, so I was afterwards. Sent to bed after that.

My mom was a hanger holder. she would start out with the bag laying flat with the end hanging off the hamper. We would be lying on our front with a pillow to prop up our bum higher. when the enema was half way over she would hold the bag until it was empty. Sometimes while holding for five minutes she would have us move into the knee chest or roll on our backs until the timer went off.

My mom would insert the nozzle, sit on the bed and hold the bag in the air.

My Mom was a holder. I would beg her to stop saying I couldn't hold anymore. When she decided to stop, she always gave the bag a squeeze.

Mom used a bulb. Visiting nurse, when I was really sick, held it up, or had mom hold up the red hot water bottle. All enemas were given on a bed, left side position.

Lady that I worked for on a farm always used a hot water bottle held up at arms length, while was on my bed. She was the worst enema giver I ever had!

Mom hung the bag and made sure the flow was constant.

Mom always hung the open top red bag so she could have her hands free.

The days of funnel and rectal tube mom was, obviously a holder, but when we advanced to the Davol Comfy open top bag, a hanger, from a towel bar.

But, if things were not going fast enough, she would lift the bag to increase the flow.

Toward the end of my enemas from mom days it was off the shower curtain rod, and some enemas went in at the flow rate of the hose. In other words, at the same speed as if it was just flowing out into the air.

Sometimes there was cramping and she would stop the flow, or slow it down. But I can remember how it felt when everything just opened up and I could savor the flow. In my later years I would get the same effect from the E-Z-Em Super set up with the larger diameter hose, 2,500 cc going in at hose speed!

Of course there were the ones where the clamp was bearly opened and it took what seemed like hours to fill, it all depended on mom’s mood. The slow flow always meant extended holding, which got turned into a game and I repeated as an older adult when I got into coffee enemas.

Years ago I got hold of some barium enema solution, took it at body temperature, and holding for extended periods, hours to overnight, because I loved to poop out the white barium turds.

When it was Janet’s mom giving the enemas, she was a holder, constantly changing the height of the bag for optimum flow, and if your colon got rebellious and the flow slowed way down or stopped the bag would be held high in the air. There were some enemas we got that were a challenge to not squirt, but I don’t either of us ever lost it, we just tightened up and held on.

And just as the bag emptied held high to “get it all in.”

I was very young when I was given enemas from my mom. She used a red bulb syringe and an Ivory soap solution - that would make her a "squeezer!" The enemas were always warm and gentle and I didn't mind them.

We had a special hook on the wall at the right hight closes to the toilet. She took and enema very morning sitting on the toilet. She also gave me my enemas that way. She would kneel in front of the toilet and hold the nozzle while the water went in.

A hanger and she left the red bag hanging on the bathroom for as a constant reminder of whT would happen again and again

Mom was a holder. She gave us enenas while we lay on a towel in bed. She held it high for maximum pressure.

Mom was a hanger - from the shower rod. That's probably why I always do it the same way. If I want more pressure, the bag is raised higher.

There was a hook mounted everywhere where they would be given. I can remember in our bedrooms above the bed and my parents bedroom above the bed. In the bathroom there where 3 - at the sink, near the toilet and above the bath. I use a brush or towel rack hook for the enema.

I would say all three techniques were used by my mom when giving me an enema but the majority was hanging the bag or holding the bag. Occasionally, when flow seemed to stop, she would squeeze the bag to get flow moving again. When squeezed, you could feel the sudden surge as it was obvious that whatever had stopped the flow was either displaced or suddenly dislodged from the nozzle tip. Denise

The one big enema I had the bag was hung from the towel rack and I had to lay on my tummy over the bathroom chair. I had 2 other enemas when I was probably 6 or so but they were over my mother's lap and she used a bulb syringe.