Were you aware of your parents taking enemas?

My grandmother kept a red enema bag on the back of the bathroom door all the time. More than once I noticed it was damp and drying.

I very much doubt my parents ever took enemas. Heck, I'd be willing to bet a substantial amount that my dad doesn't even know what an enema is. I am utterly convinced that my parents are among the least kinky people on the planet.

There was almost always an enema bag in the house. Sometimes it would be hung up drying when none of us kids had received an enema.

At grandparents house there was always an enema bag on back of the bathroom door, not always dry.

I remember on many occasions when the bag was hanging on the bathroom door drying and I and my siblings had been at school. So it was certain that one of the adults had been on the receiving end of the bag.

I very much doubt my parents ever took enemas.

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I am utterly convinced that my parents are among the least kinky people on the planet.

The same here. There was a red bag in the bathroom cupboard but there was no hose, enema plug for the bag, or nozzle for enemas. It just had the plug for a hot/cold water bottle.

Amber rubber bag with enema pipe and douche nozzles in RN mom's bathroom for decades. Maybe douching. No evidence of adult enemas ever. Rare childhood enemas for us 3 boys. My first adult self-enema for recreation was age 15 in 1967.

Eric

Yes …..Apart from we children back then, my mother had a preference towards taking an Enema partly due to their then well known effectiveness & she being a highly trained senior nurse.

On no less than two occasions I had accidentally walked in on my father administering an Enema to my mother …. even though I knew she had a propensity towards an Enema, she had been ill & required his help.

At that short moment in time I'd recognised the gravity of what I'd witnessed as my father stood holding up our white enamel Douche Can (near fully laden) with one hand while his other was embedded in my mother's bottom, as the “fragrance” of the Enema solution therein permeated the atmosphere.

My brief appearance was met with a Kurt response & I hightailed it out.

Enemas were a regular occurrence in our house and were not limited to just the kids. Mom and Dad gave each other enemas when necessary (?), probably about monthly. Because we only had one bathroom, it was no secret. The upcoming enema would be announced so we could have an opportunity to use the toilet. Just how it was back then.

I've mentioned in other threads that my mom was very much into taking enemas - but they all seemed necessary as she said it helped prevent hemorrhoids. As I grew older I realized she was very much addicted to them; but we never talked about this. There was never a hint that they were sexual.

I knew my mother took enemas on occasion, probably more often than I was aware. We had a bathroom in the basement where she kept the enema bag/equipment and I would notice it being displaced quite often. Yeah, I checked up on it!!

My Grandmother gave her kids an enema every Saturday night back in the Depression days. My dad ended up marrying an R.N. and Grandma made sure she cleaned her kids out too which made me the guy I am today. I never heard or saw either mom or dad getting an enema but I never saw them having sex either and they had 10 kids. I did overhear mom complaining on the phone to the hospital because they hadn't given her an enema before discharge after childbirth and she was reaming one of the nurses. She also gave my dad a few enemas during home health care after he became bedridden from Alzheimer's. This was long after everyone had left home.

I was aware of mom using them and she made no effort to hide it and I have never hidden the fact I use them from my own family. Not exactly all the reasons I take them only for tummy relief.

Saw mom twice taking it solo and once when grandma gave her. I knew that mom did enemas time to time.

Not about enemas, but suppositories: I knew mom took some. Perhaps I did not know in childhood, but as a teenager I had a look inside the cabinets where some personal items were stored and there were adult laxative suppositories and suppositories against throat ache. At least mom practiced what she preached. I also have no reason to doubt she used rectal temperatures on herself.

I have become aware of more things in recent years!

I learned that enemas weren't just for us kids when I walked into my parents' bedroom and saw Mom holding the white metal enema can over Dad. Both had their backs to me, so it took a few seconds before they noticed me and ordered me out.

My mom took enemas about weekly. I only remember her giving my Dad a couple and it was obvious he did not like them at all. I heard them discussing it for a couple of days before, that he couldn't go and would take ExLax, to no success. My mom would prepare and give him the enema. My mother never took a laxative, just enemas, same for me.

I knew my mother took occasional enemas, sometimes right after giving me one because the equipment was already out.

Everyone had an enema at least once a week in my family. It was considered a healthy thing to do. So I was aware of it. Having enema equipment hanging on the wall of the WC was an everyday thing to see while doing ones business. Everyone had their own kit.

My mom was quite a fan of enemas. I got them only when she determined I needed one but the bag was frequently drying on the back of the bathroom door. She took enemas and douched regularly. I don't think she gave them to my dad though.

My dad took an enema every Sunday morning. I think he enjoyed them. Mom did not participate. She took them occasionally.

In the summer, we would have a family fun time at the cement cow tank. It was 10 feet long and 4 feet wide and 4 feet deep.

To and from the milking barn, they stopped and drank from it. We were milking 10 cows by hand then and selling it to Carnation in late 40s early 50s over 10 years. While bathing and splashing we were taught the special delights of getting filled and blowing it as far as we could. There was manure everywhere any way and adding ours to the situation was only logical. We loved an pampered our cows, so they looked forward to milking times.

Out there we were nearly a mile back off the road with chicken house and alfalfa field between us at the cow tank. The air often carried our neighbors noises and voices to us. We could even hear their buckets clanging sometimes. So we enjoyed being loud, as we wanted our neighbors to know the fun we were having.

The enema games we played were delightful with screams and laughter. Dad got his picture taken with his Kodak Brownie camera, showing off his big water pregnancy with a titty tighter on. We would look at that with fondness and forget about the rough days. The enema parties were a family bond. In the winter things got dreary and promise of an indoor enema was advertised with the bag n hose hanging in the kitchen. We dared not pester mom, or it would be put away, we learned. Each got a special time with mom's blessing. Dad was first with noises of goodness inside him. Mom would hold his stiffy and tell him what a man he was. So we wanted to be just like him as best we could. Once handling mine, she commented i was almost like a cow's teat. To that, i arched back with it in her hand asking her to milk it, “I am a cow boy!” To that she dropped it rubbing my tummy saying i was full as a cow. So when my little brother's turn was ready, he wanted to be a cow boy too. Enemas meant love, fun and happiness in the midst of a lot of hard days on end.

We were at our grandmothers one weekend and that evening after my siblings and I had been given a couple of enemas, we were put to bed. That's when we overheard our grandmother giving our mom a couple of enemas and boy was she ever putting up a fuss. Grandma finally got tired of her fussing and told her, “if you don’t settle down I’m going to give you a good spanking and don’t think for a second you're to old to be spanked.” Mom got quiet after that. That’s when we realized she hated getting enemas. It didn’t stop her from giving us enemas when needed though.

Yes 100%. It wasn't something my mom hid from us and likewise when I raised a family.

Growing up we didnt have lock on the bathroom door so its wise she didnt hide it so knew when the bathroom was going to be engaged for a while.

Yes. I walked into the bathroom late one night and my mother was laying in the bathtub taking an enema. After I got finished going pee I hightailed it back to bed. Nothing was ever said. I know my father got them as I once heard him talking about not being able to get rid of the water.

I knew that my dad took a lot of enemas. Later in life. He touted about taking colonics.

As far as I know my parents did not take enemas dad grew up getting them and my mom thought they were a joke.

I only remember dad getting one when he had kidney stones. As for mom she just gave them, not take them.

I know that Mom was brought up with enemas and that she still does take them, and solo mostly, and surely gives them! But, there is a pattern when one of her friends or her sister is around especially. I have accidentally caught her in the act for milliseconds but always gave her privacy and never said a word, and NO! I have never given her one, although the thought or fantasty or whatever has crossed my mind, more recently than previously since I have started to explore and face all this stuff in zity. Not from a perverse or vengeance kind of thing, just to see what it would be like to be on the other end of the enema bag with her.

Long ago, it wasn't my parents, but the family I lived with for 3 years while working on their farm, while I was in high school. There was always a White enema bag on back of their bathroom door, some times wet, some times not. I would use it sometimes to sneak in an enema after school before heading out to do my chores.

Some years later, while visiting with the family, she asked me If I had ever used that bag. Ya, finally admitted it! Said I had been trying to figure who was using it, said she used it several times a week on herself, and if she had known, I could have helped her with hers, so she could lay on the bed and not sit on toilet.

So ya just NEVER know! That's the way it was in the late 1950's.