Were you aware of your parents taking enemas?

I know my mom took frequent enemas. One time the bathroom door was left unlocked and I walked in on her lying on the floor on a towel giving herself an enema. Quite a sight for a young boy.

I was never aware of my parents using enemas. I got them from my parents, but have no idea if they used them as well. They kept their "adult" lives private, as was the way back then.

Mom took enemas when sis and I were at school as we would see the bag drying when we got home. It was the same bag she used on us. She had another bag that sis later found out was only for douching. Enemas were not given on a schedule but were given based on mom's formula for need. If her formula called for one of us to receive and there was the possibility that the other or her would need one the next day than all were given at the same time. Each got a soapy than we each got a rinse. Sis and were naked and mom wore a robe which she pulled went she bent over the tub.

Knowing that Mom gave dad at least a couple of enemas made me realize that the wite irrigator can was not just for us kids and masde acceptance of it a l ittle easier when it was my turn next.

No, but discovering the Davol 2qt syringe on a shelf in the unfinished part of the basement was the start of my journey into the erotic nature of the enema. And I do remember querying my parents about it and being even more mystified at their answers.

I pretty well knew when my mother was taking or had taken an enema when I was at school because her red combination syringe would be laying in the tub waiting to be used on me when I got home. Anytime she took an enema and I was at home she would tell me she was going to be taking one and that she was going to give me an enema too just as soon as she was finished with hers. I got lots of enemas as a kid because she thought that I needed them and I probably did. An enema was her favorite remedy for any illness or the tummy aches that I seem to have fairly often. If we went out of town to visit relatives or on vacation, I was given enemas every night to keep me cleaned out and she would sometimes took one herself. I always got at least two full bags of soapy water followed by a rinse enema "to get the soap out".

I really don't know if my dad got enemas or not, but the family combination bag was often drying out inverted on the faucets of the bathtub. I was aware if my brother got one and by the process of elimination if mom took one. I grew up in the 60s and the topic was not all that taboo in our house.

If my parents took enemas I was not aware of it. I will assume they did take enemas, however.

Bill

Not my parents necessarily, but my grandmother almost certainly, and possibly my mother and uncles when they were children. As a child I once found an enema bag in my grandmother’s bathroom cupboard which I mistook for a hotwater bottle. Grandma was quite amused (and found a proper hotwater bottle for me). I never knew what it was and forgot the whole incident until a couple of years ago when I acquired a JBL bag of similar colour and smell.

Mom and Dad gave each other enemas whenever they were needed. It was always very matter-of-fact and done behind the closed bathroom door. I knew from some of their comments and smiles that they both enjoyed an occasional cleansing.

My mother took enemas for constipation she would take them in the bath room and when she was done the bag would hang from the shower head for two days. I know that my mother gave my father an enema one time when he was severely constipated. I am sure that he had others but I am not aware of them. My sister and I received enemas from my mom every time we were constipated and a good clean out as my mom called it a day or two before school started. That was the worst because we each got two full bag soap suds enemas on that day.

I was born in 1950 and enemas were a common household procedure. My mother had a regular morning routine that involved reading the morning newspaper, working the crossword puzzle, drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and taking an enema. On many occasions I would be a part of the enema activity also, but not nearly with the frequency she took them. I never saw her taking an enema but would go into the bathroom and sometimes see the bulb syringe floating in a sink full of soapy water or the bag hanging over the towel rack drying or sometimes see the bag still partially filled hanging from the shower curtain rod.

No, I was never aware of my parents taking enemas. I would certainly believe that if they did they would have been very descrete.

Bill

I was aware of the fact that some of my relatives took enemas for constipation & being sick maybe.

Well, I was born in the 1930;s and everyone in the family had enema syringes so I guess they were not just decorative!!!!

Since we had the old standard red bag with the black nozzle that we received enemas with as a kid, I seriously doubt that the folks had the enema bag just for me and my sister......however I never saw them using it themselves. I suspect they did however. Years later, after the folks divorced, my mother bought a douche/enema kit, which I suspect she used for the latter on occasions.......as did I, in secret.

Every now and then, the red bag would be hanging from the towel rack above the bathtub but it always had a vinegar smell so I assume it was used for douching. My mom had enemas as a child and hated them so she never took them as an adult, as far as I know. And I have asked since she has a digestive ailment that would improve if she took enemas but she refuses to take them. Such a shame.

I don't think my parents ever took enemas.

They never gave one to my brother or myself and I never saw any equipment in the house.

The only person who ever gave or took enemas in the house was me.

I did however, GIVE them to my boyfriend/husband during college when my parents and brother weren't home. 😁 😁 😁 😁

When I was in college two good friends had just gotten married. My girlfriend and I were visiting them and the cute wife asked what we thought was the sexiest room in the house. We said the bedroom, an obvious answer. The wife said she thought it was the bathroom. She said that she knew that her parents would occasionally give each other an enema (for health reasons), and then said that she thought enemas were very sexy. Another couple was there and sort of laughed at her but I was really turned on. I said I thought it could be sexy too. But this stopped there and unfortunately was never brought up again.

The enema was always reserved for me, not for my parents. I am not sure what they did for some relief, but it wasnt an enema.

Yes i was aware my mom used them from time to time. Mom never hid things from us. Growing up only had the one bathroom at home so if mom wanted to take her time with enema she would ask if anyone wanted bathroom then go up and be a while. Like quite a few posts have seen the bag drying over the bath

I was not aware of it as a child and the equipment was never left out. However, as I grew older, I searched the house for stuff from time to time and found old equipment had disappeared and new equipment had taken it's place. One time a noticed the red bag had been replaced with a yellow one.

It's not a very pleasant memory.

My mother was a hard-to-understand personality --- limited ability to express herself, over sheltered as a child, and prone to health issues due to the lingering effects of rheumatic fever. My father was a dairy farmer, and while extremely self-reliant, the dominant half of his marriage, for sure, I don't think there was much sex after her health problems intensified at age 43, although she was to live to the age of 81.

But beginning around age 65, she became more concerned with bowel function, and he would occasionally remark that he had given her an enema (usually a Fleet), or would do so that evening, And having noted in medical and nursing publications that older women seem to accept, or enjoy the extra attention and pampering, I suspect she didn't mind the chore at all.

I'm certain that my mother did. Although I don't have many definitive memories of it, the bag was often hanging in the shower or on the back of the door to dry and I do have one memory from a young age when I remember her saying "Mommie's just going to go take an enema, so just stay down here and watch TV." Also, when the doctor first prescribed an M&M for me, I'm pretty sure she took one first so she could tell me what to expect.

I remember mom telling how she was incensed that her gynecologist said she was dirty. This was back in the 40's. She sent dad out to buy her first douche bag. They studied the instructions, assembled the pieces, and dad put a hook on the bathroom door where a bag always hung for the next 45 years. Mom didn't make any secret of using the bag, after all these were doctors orders, so to speak. When I was very young she often kept the door open while she used it in order to keep an eye or at least an ear on me. She always sat on the toilet to use it. At that age I had no idea there were two places a woman could insert a nozzle. As I got older I noticed the sounds of expelling were not always the same. The enema sounds became more common. Dad never had an enema until years later when he was in the hospital. I never received an enema at home but I learned to take them by myself. When I was in the hospital at age 9 I discovered you didn't have to sit on the toilet to receive an enema.

I know that my mother took enema's and many of them . My father , I am not sure . My sister and I were given frequently , but , or so we thought. The red bag was always around either in the bathtub or hanging in the closet door close at hand . There was no basis on when we had them a cold , flu , hangnail , talked back was a favorite , had to take the badness out of us .

We where well introduced to enema's , OH WELL I still look forward to them

WC

My aunt Louise who we called Suzie for short was a registered nurse and she was the one in charge of administering the enemas to our family due I guess to her "medical expertise". I can remember several times when I was young that I was taken to aunt Sue for a "treatment" for various maladies both real and suspected.

For a while my "treatments" were quite regular and for unknown reasons. What was different at this time was that after my sister and I were treated Louise would then administer a large full bag to mother. I remember mother being on her elbows and knees and moaning and groaning and making contorted faces and several times actually in tears. I was afraid that aunt Sue was hurting her, but it was explained that she was really helping mother who was her sister with a "lady problem" and the problem was what was causing mother's pain.

When I was older and in college my sister told me that when our mother was getting those regular "treatments" it was because she was in menopause and having hot flashes. She had read in a magazine that ice water enemas would help relieve the symptoms and begged aunt sue to administer them even though aunt Sue told her it wouldn't help. The moaning groaning, faces and tears were apparently the result of severe cramping caused by the ice water.

Aunt Louise recently confirmed this to me when I visited her for several days, and was "treated" by her several times during the visit for the first time in many years.

She has invited me back and offered to let me try one of her ice water "treatments" and I am anticipating doing so in the near future just to experience it first hand.

Enemas were commomplace in our house, we did not just go around talking about them, but everyone knew that everyone else got them, I have seen my mom and my grandmas give to my siblings, but only when I was very young, as we got older it became a private thing, I saw my grandmas give my mother enemas more than a few times.

This post likely belongs somewhere else but I did want to thank gwendolips for reminding me about cold water enemas. At one time I often used them but had not used one for along time. So I broke out the double balloon nozzle and gave it at try. certainly was worth the effort did not have the pain you remember but some discomfort will do it more often now. Give it a try

My mother was a great believer in the beneficial effects of the enema. Her collection of bags, nozzles, a few colon tubes, was amazing to behold, and as I got older, I appreciated it a bit more. I don't recall knowing that my father ever took an enema, but sisters and visiting children might be dragged into the large bathroom, outer and under clothing lowered, properly lubed and filled repeatedly until they were deemed cleaned of whatever toxins their bowels might contain.