Were you aware of your parents taking enemas?

Growing up in our household, the enema was, by and large, a taboo topic. I think there was only one occasion when I think a parent might have had one. How many readers were conscious of their parents using the enema, or did it seem that it was only reserved for the children?

My home was different than 95% of those here. Only the kids received enemas from the old ribbed Rexall bag stored in the linen closet. Mom and dad always had a couple of Baxter enemas in the medicine chest.....Baxter had an early version of today's Fleet enema back in the 60's. I don't even think Fleet was around back then. They never told me that they used them or what they were for, but it was clear from reading the box.

I've heard my mother on numerous occasions make reference to giving herself an enema. I do know that one time she gave daddy one. -- DD

Until I had my first home enema at age 10, I thought enemas were only a hospital thing. The morning after my first home enema, I found the enema bag/hose/nozzle hanging from the hook on the back of the bathroom door. However, the nozzle had been changed and Dad's wadded up pajama bottoms were on the bathroom floor. Although I didn't ask Dad about it at the time, over the coming months I became aware that Mom gave Dad enemas too. Whether they had been more discreet about it before that time or started then I don't know.

I was aware of my mother taking enemas. I really don't know about my father. But my grandparents kept the bag hanging in the bathroom and each took an enema before bed every night.

Though I never actually saw her, I know my Mother took enemas on a regular basis. After she took one she would go lay down on her bed for 1/2 hour or so. She told me once while encouraging me to hold an enema for a while, "You know the longer you hold it the better they work". My Mother never really "talked" about it. She just did it. I don't know that my Father ever took one or was given one by my Mother; but I think not. I think enemas reached their "heyday" during the art deco period and was considered good for women on a "regular" basis, and needed by children to keep them "regular" and those of us born in the forties and fifties were on the "tail" end of the CEE (Common Enema Era) 😁

My mother took Enemas on a regular basis for everything from headaches to fainting...I think she enjoyed them just as we do. She considered it ok to do them for medical reasons but not for pleasure so she probably felt some guilt about liking them. that's not a problem I have ever had. I saw her a few times sitting on the commode taking one. I also saw her sitting on the commode doing douches. To my knowledge my father never did them

Jimbeaux

Not sure if Mom and Dad took enemas for pleasure. It wouldn't surprise me if they did. I do remember seeing the red bag with a hose and nozzle, but I don't know if they had different nozzles.

It was pretty obvious to us kids when the enema bag had been used. It was always hanging from the shower arm over the tub. Sometimes there were different nozzles attached. Often there were droplets of water dangling and dripping from the tip of the nozzle or from the tab on the fountain syringe.

A process of elimination could narrow the list of recipients. We kids would usually know if one of us was on the receiving end. Sometimes we would be shooed away to grandma's next door. The wet enema bag was a common thing upon our return. Was it mom or dad? Did mom just douche or was dad on the receiving end. If grandma was unaccounted for, did she get one from mom or did mom get one for her. The game just fueled our interest.

When mom delivered my youngest sister, we were all interested in the process. I remember her talking about getting an enema prior to delivery. My mom also spoke of getting enemas before surgery. One to clean her out and the other to put her to sleep. I also remember talk about my dad having to go to the clinic for frequent enemas of chalk to treat a skin condition he developed during the war.

I suppose that if our folks were getting regular enemas, it's no wonder that enemas were such a common thing for us kids. The word "enema" was spoken often. It's amazing that I still get such a charge when I hear it over 50 years later.

Not too sure whether my Mother or Father took enemas but the bag and hose with different nozzles hung behind the toilet and was dripping with water very often.

The whole time I was growing up my mother took an enema every morning no matter where we were. On weekends and during the summer when I was home it was the same routine. She kept the enema bag in the hall linen closet. She would go the the closet, open the box and take out the red enema bag. She would take the bag into the kitchen where she would use a pan to fill the bag full. She then went back to the closet to put the hose on the bag. She kept the vasoline in the front bedroom so she went in there to lubricate the nozzle. She would then go into the bathroom and close the door and take her enema sitting on the toilet. I don't know if she enjoyed them sexually but she must have enjoyed something about them to take one every day.

For along time I thought the only position to take an enema was to sit on the toilet.

Hi Delia.

Actually, It was a given that my parents growing up maintained weekly enema sessions. I was brought up getting weekly enemas, either from my mom or aunt and grandmother. It was custom being raised on a ranch. A lot of the food was not processed so regular enemas was a health practice. On several occasions I happened to view my mother getting her enema by my dad or aunt.My aunt would give me and my female cousins enemas growing up.The topic of enemas was not considered a taboo subject at the dinner table, in fact it was a common topic. The amazing thing happened to me at the age of 14 y.o. when my aunt in her mid forties asked me to give her an enema, she did not make an issue out of it. It was a normal routine. I actually enjoyed the giving session. 😉

I am certain that my mother was anal erotic. The old red open top enema bag was kept hanging on the wall over the bath tub. She used to joke about enemas with her best girl friend, and one time when I was no more than eight years old that girl friend confided in me that she needed an enema. I doubt she realized what a shiver that sent down my spine. I think that common interest may have been one reason they bonded together, and they may have given them to one another, although I doubt their was any other overt sex play involved. I don't think my dad had any interest in them, at least erotically, which is perhaps why the marriage eventually broke up.

I did see on numerous occasions my dad giving my mom enemas, in fact even one time we were on vacation. They went into the bathroom of the hotel room one late evening. They thought I was asleep, the door was ajar and where my bed was I saw everything. I also saw my aunts, cousins even neighbors receiving enemas from my mom as well. Enemas was a natural common practice growing up in my home.

The enemas my sister and I received were always punitive and it had not occurred to me that adults would subject themselves to such treatment. The first time I became aware that my father received enemas was the morning I discovered the enema kit (the dreaded yellow box) on the bathroom counter. Mom happened to walk in just then and,pointing at the enema set and fearing the answer, I asked her if my sister or I were 'in trouble'. Her response was, No... I was upset with your father and had to give him an enema last night. They were divorced a couple of years later.

My mother took enema all the time. She also douched after sex and her period and to feel fresh. Massengale power was her favorite. She had a red bag white bag blue bag and many latex folding bags in her life time. She douched,enemaed, and gave enemas with the same until it wore out.I used her bags many tines giving myself enemas on the bathroom floor. I loved the smell of the douche bag , and it gave me a boner. I love enemas today although the boners are less often. Oh for the good old days.

I was raided in the late 40's and early 50's when home enemas were a lot more common than they are today. I'm sure my Mother took frequent enemas. I never actually saw her, but the wet bag was often hanging in the bathroom to dry.

Us kids also recieved enemas when we were sick, but there was no schedule like in a lot of homes. We didn't recieve "back to school" or "Spring cleaning" enemas like some of our friends did.

Of course being a curious kid, the ready availability of the bag led to experimentation on my part. I'm sure the early experimenting led to my interest in enemas that lasts until this day.

Whitetail:

You and I must be siblings.....Sounds like we had the same mother. My mom did enemas and douches sitting on the commode. She also used massengill powder as did my sister. The smell of massengill gave me erections also because I knew what was going on when I smelled it. Mother didn't close the bathroom door on many occassions because I was small and she was trying to keep an eye on me. Also she thought I was too young to know what was going on. I didn't know about sex but I did know that those erections felt really good. By the time I learned about sex she started closing the door...Jimbeaux

I only remebered two times _ once when I walked in on my mom giving my dad an enema on their bed and another when I saw her prepare one in the bathroom for him.

She had a douche bulb but used it very privately.

Jimbeaux Your right. Mom douched every Saturday morming before she went to work. I played with her douche bag every Saturday taking enemas on the floor or sitting on the stool. I loved the smell and loved the feel of the enema. I always had a boner but was to young to know what to do with it. If I would of told mom I was constipated she would have give me an enema. I wish I would of now, but How would of I hid my boner?

My mom took enemas all the time. Her usual routine was to prepare and take an enema after she had given me mine. After I'd pooped she would take her enema or enemas..

My mom derived sexual pleasure from them. giving to me she would get this "faraway look" in her eyes and make little grunting and moaning sounds while she rocked back and forth on her heels...She'd seem to "freeze" and close her eyes and make more of those grunts and sorta like clear her throat. I later learned that was her orgasming...

As a kid several times I would come back to the bathroom door and knock and tell mom that I needed to go poopy some more. As we only had one bathroom, she would tell me to come in. Mom would be on her knees leaning over the edge of the tub, the big red rubber enema bag hanging from the towel rod, just like she did it for my enemas, and the big black enema nozzle (the same one used on me) was inserted in her rectum. As i sat there and pooped some more, she would move her hand between her legs and make those little grunts , I'd heard before...This was her masturbating and she'd make a big coughing like sound and moan and grunt and sorta slip down to her kees and lean over the tub while she waited for me to finish again...I remember her getting up one time and removing the nozzle from her rectum, and seeing Vaseline glistening on it and her sorta using her fingers to rub the Vaseline some...She then asked me to "hurry up, baby" .."mommy need s to go poopy now"..I still remember her standing there totally naked , at least 2 qts of warm soapy water in her bowels, and her rubbing her tummy...WOW...

After I finished I'd sneak back up the hall and wait outside the door and listen to her evacuate...She was so verbal during that too...

I only did this a few times as I didn't want her to think I was 'spying" but it sure was erotic for a little 8 or 9 year old boy...

Mom always kept the enema bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door when it wasn't being used....Right under the housecoat she wore to give me my enemas, and the one she shed on the floor when she was taking her enemas...

When I was growing up, there was always a bag wrapped around the faucet in the bathtub.. My parents NEVER gave me one at all. I do remember being about 4 years old and going to the bathroom. My mother was bent over at the waist with her hands on her knees. My father was giving her a bag. I knew that it was something I was not supposed to be seeing, but I could not take my eyes off the scene. I was mesmerized.

My mother used to have shampoo soap in a squeeze bottle. I would empty the bottle and give myself a mini-enema. That's how I started. It wasn't until I was in college that I drove to my grandmother's house to really begin though. She had died, there was nobody at the house, and she had a red bag under the sink. I went there specifically to give myself my first worry-free "full bag enema". I knew I wouldn't be interrupted. I went into the bathroom, found the bag and filled it. Hung it on a low hook by the bathtub. Inserted the douche nozzle while I was crouching down knees bent, leaning against the cabinet behind me. The feeling was GLORIOUS...I was surprised because I didn't know to let the air out. But the feeling of the warm fluid filling my belly...Wow. I knew I was hooked for life.

I grew up in the 30's & 40's. Enemas were given for most types of illness. And they were a regular part of our life. An enema bag was always hanging on a hook by the toilet. I know that both of my parents took enemas on a regular basis. Usually after we kids were in bed.

Visiting friends homes it was obvious that most of them also used enemas as the old red enema bag was always hanging out in the open some place in the bathroom.

Don't know if my parents enjoyed enemas as I did, but they used them very often. But, i don't know if they gave enemas to each other. Back then I never thought of anyone but myself enjoying the pleasure of receiving or taking an enema.

An event that was fairly memorable in my early years happened when I was in the bath one evening. In our house we had a bathroom with a bath and basin and the toilet was next door with a hand basin outside it. While I was in the bath I heard someone go into the toilet next door. I heard the door opened and closed. After a time the door opened again which I thought was funny as I had not heard the toilet flush. My Mother came into the bathroom and went to one of the cupboards where she took the enema box out and removed the syringe. she left the box on the bench and also took a glass bowl and left the bathroom. She didn't say anything and I was thunderstruck dumb. I heard the tap running at the basin outside the toilet and the sound of water going into the bowl and she returned to the toilet shutting the door. I did not hear anything else for quite a while but that silence was eventually broken by the unmistakable sound of an enema working very sucessfully. I remember being pretty affected by the thought of what my Mother was doing but thought I had better just stay in the bath and when she was finished she came back into the bathroom and washed the black syringe in the handbasin, holding it in the air and pumping to empty it. She then returned it to the box and the cupboard and told me that I should get out of the bath now as the water would be getting cold and left. Up to that stage I somehow had never thought of my Mother using an enema on herself and this had quite an emotional effect as I was very close to my Mum and began to think that maybe all girls had to have enemas at times. This early experience has lingered and the thought of me giving an enema to another girl is now a turn on

Growing up in the 60's my mother took an enema EVERY morning. She kept the enema bag in the cupboard in the hall. She would get the bag out and go into the kitchen. She would fill the bag and go into the bedroom where she kept the Vaseline to lubricate the nozzle. She would then go into the bathroom where she sat on the toilet to take her enema. When she gave enemas to me she went through the same routine except I was sitting on the toilet with her keeling in front of the toilet inserting the nozzle into me and opening the clamp. I thought the only place people took enemas was sitting on the toilet. 😄

I think my mom had some sort of GI problem. She, I think, had her roids removed and was always drinking Milk of Magnesia. She was also glucose intolerant and would drink milk and in a couple of minutes rush to the bathroom. Since we had only one bathroom, too bad if you were in there because here she comes. She would also have a jar of bits and pieces of Ivory soap in a milky mixture and I suspect that she would use that for her enemas. On more than one occasion, I saw her with the red, open top enema bag filled to the top as she went from the washroom (better faucet) to the bathroom. As far as I know, my dad was not into enemas.

I like so many others who post at this and other related sites grew up in the decade of the 1950's early 1960's when mom administered home enemas were as common as a glass of water on a hot day . As to this post ...... My mom did in fact ' take ' solo enemas and also had them administered to her by female friends and relatives . Time does not permit me to post in detail but I have heard her telephone conversations of that era which revolved around arrainging enemas to be given to her at our home by her mother, sisters , and or other female friends in the community . She in kind would administer enemas to these ladies as required . I have often overheard nurses , moms , grandmoms and other women openly discuss always in a positive manner the subject of enemas in the context of health issues and family / personal illness . Male or Female .... enemas were given or received as a manner of routine and as something that everyone did .

Mom was very candid to me and my sisters when she would vocalize to us that for instance : ' Your aunt Mary will be here in about an hour to give me an enema ' . Prior to her arrival mom would be back in her pajamas and ready for a good cleanout . My sisters and I would be instructed to visit our neighbor lady and stay until mom called her to tell us to return home . Mom had many enema givers from whom she could call upon for a bowel cleanout on short notice as enemas were just a part of life in this era and there was no negative stigma attached to giving or receiving at our home . Many of my school friends , boys and girls indicated to me upon return to school from an absence necessitated by an illness that their moms ' gave them an enema ' while they were at home from school . Not a ' big deal ' at all as we all ' got them ' !!

Yes ....... on occasion , mom would give dad one as I have heard them discuss same .

I know Mom and Gramma took them, but never heard if Dad ever got one.

I sure got my share.

Beth

WHAT A SIGHT !!! My bedroom was next to a thin walled bathroom. One night while in bed I heard a enema being prepared. I heard the large red bag being filled, then hung on the medicine cabinet knob. I called and said I needed to go potty. They mumbled, then let me in. The red bag was hanging full to the brim. Mom said you better go fast, or this enema could be for you. That was the first time I saw a full bag.

I knew my mom took enemas herself. I would come home from school and see the enema bag drying in the bathroom and the enema nozzle attached and she had been alone all day. Apparently my dad got them as well, though I never heard him getting one. I still recall when mom was trying to talk me into the last one she gave me at 17, she said "Don't think you're too old for an enema. Your father still takes enemas".