Were you aware of your parents taking enemas?

Mom took enemas regularly when I was growing up. She did them while I was at school. She also douched after her period and probably after sex. Douching became more frequent after her hysterectomy. I found a pamphlet in her bedroom entitled "A Doctor Discussed Menopause: which had several pages on proper douching techniques. The phrase "gush out" burned into my fevered mind as I read the instructions. I had no understanding about the structure of the vagina and found it fascinating that a douche wouldn't stay in without pinching the labia closed, unlike the way an enema would be retained.

I could tell by the odor if mom had douched or had had an enema while I was at school.

She left the bag out for several days, either because she used it over several days or because she simply forgot to put it away. I took the opportunity to give myself an enema during those times if I could get away with it. And sometimes I received an unexpected enema because the equipment was handy and mom thought I could use an enema.

As far as I know my dad never got an enema. My mother's father took or was given enemas regularly.

My Mom told me before she gave me my first bag enema that I remember that she was given one when she was about to give birth to me and that she did not like it at all and that if she were to be told that she was going to be given another that person would have to catch her first. I don't think she could believe that I enjoyed the one she gave me. In fact, I actually asked Mom to give me enemas instead of that dreaded dose of castoria that she would often attempt to give me when I was feeling sluggish. Mom would only shake her head and say I can't believe you want one of those. But, most of the time, Mom would cave in against her better judgment and give me my enemas. I feel in love with them from the very start.

Hi i grow up in the 50s i gecived enemas twice weekly and on many times i got to give to my mother when she wanted one it was so nice

Ever since I started to show interest in enemas, it was no secret that, if my parents had not been giving each other enemas, I would not have happened.

Enemas weren't a big ting around my house when I was growing up. I got very few (only one that I can recall, but there must have been more) and I don't remember either of my parents ever using them.

Definitely? Yes, I always was a sneaky spectator when dad gave mother her needed enema. Growing up mother every Sunday was my enema day and it didn't matter who was visiting us.

As long as I can remember, there was a Rexall combination syringe and bakelite attachments in the hallway closet, underneath stacks of bath towels. This was the only bag that mom used to give me my infrequent enemas. But it was always in the closet in its tattered box -- long before I got my first enemas from mom. As an only child, it had to be previously used by either mom or dad, or both, but I never heard these sessions let alone saw them. I also recall that there was always a pre-packaged enema box or two (Baxter brand) in my parents' medicine cabinet, and these would periodically disappear and reappear. My guess is that enemas were solo by mom and dad and of the chemical variety.

Yes, mom took an enema at least twice a week and always on a Sat afternoon. She was a believer in them. Just ask my sister and me.

When I was in high school, my mother bought an open top amber bag, and I'm sure she used it for enemas on herself when I and my sister weren't around, but I never "caught" her giving herself one. Of course, I used it for that pupose too, when I had the house all to myself for a while.

I never saw or heard by parents taking enemas, but I did see mom giving enemas to two neighbor ladies. They were in the back bedroom and they had left the door open thinking I was out playing somewhere in the neighborhood.

The two neighbor ladies showed up and went into the house. One was carrying a small sack and the other lady a larger sack. Curious, I quietly went into the house and followed the sound of voices that led me to the back bedroom.

Mom was a nurse. The lady with the small sack had brought equipment for mom to give her a shot in the butt. The lady with the larger bag had brought her enema equipment for mom to give her enemas.

Mom assembled the needle and syringe and put the long looking needle in the medicine bottle to fill the syringe with a dose of medicine.

The lady getting the shot pulled up her skirt, pulled her panties down to her ankles and laid across the bed with her large hips bared and prepared for her shot. Mom put some alcohol on a cotton ball and sat on the bed and started wiping a spot on the lady's hip where she was going to inject her.

While this was going on, the lady with the larger bag was watching and then started taking her enema equipment out of the sack and hung the bag on a hat rack that was kept in that bedroom.

That lady watched as mom stuck the needle in the first lady's ass as she flinched in pain. After the shot started, the other lady took her enema bag and disappeared in the bathroom. She came back with a bulging bag, which she rehung on the hat rack.

She asked mom how the shot was going and mom told her she would be finished in a couple of minutes as the medicine was thick and had to be injected slowly.

The lady waiting for her enema turned and began taking off her slacks, which was followed by her bloomer white panties. Naked from the waist down, she reached a hand down to her thick bush of blonde pubic hair and gave it a good scratching as she casually asked the other lady how she was doing. The lady getting the shot said mom was doing a good job. With the medicine all gone, mom quickly pulled the needle out and rubbed the fleshy hip with the alcohol swab again. Mom told her patient to lay still and let the medicine absorb before she put her clothes back on.

Mom put the syringe down and moved toward the other bed to give the blonde her enema. The lady pulled a jar of Vaseline from her sack and handed it to mom before getting on her hands and knees on the bed. Mom took the jar, opened it and put a glob on her finger. She put the jar down and used her free hand to pry the lady's hips apart and told her to drop her shoulders down to the bed. As she did, mom greased her rectum. I had a great view from my hiding place.

Mom took the large black nozzle and greased it before inserting it in the lady's ass. Mom took her time, it seemed, and the long nozzle disappeared in the woman's ass. Mom asked her if she was ready to start her enema. The lady responded with a breathless yes and mom started the enema.

Mom stopped the flow twice to rub the patient's stomach to ease her cramps, but finally got the whole bag into the lady. Mom removed the nozzle and the lady slid down on her stomach on the bed to hold her soapy enema before running to the toilet. While she was expelling, mom went back to the lady who had gotten the shot, looked at the injection site and pronounced the procedure finished. The lady didn't make any attempt to pull up her panties or cover her big butt with her skirt. Instead, she told mom she could probably use an enema too. Mom said that she would give her one as soon as the other lady had finished her rinse enema.

Soon the blonde came back into the bedroom, said she felt better and reached for the enema bag to refill for her rinse enema. While she was in the bathroom refilling the bag with warm water, the lady who has gotten the painful shot started moving gingerly until she was standing with panties still around her ankles. She kicked her panties off and started removing her skirt to be prepared for her enema. As she stepped out of her skirt, I got a good peek at her big triangle of black pubic hair. This was the first time I had seen grown women naked from the waist down.

The lady tossed her skirt onto the bed and casually stood there half naked as the blonde reappeared with another bulging enema bag, which she handed to my mom.

Mom hung the bag on the hat rack, reached for another glob of Vaseline and started greasing the black nozzle. The woman to receive the enema had laid down on her back on the bed and watched mom lubing the nozzle.

When she was finished with the nozzle, mom got another finger full of Vaseline and turned to the woman on the bed who immediately raised her legs into the air, exposing her rectum for mom's easy access and also completely exposed her pussy and I was dumbstruck as a kid watching from my hiding spot.

Mom didn't hesitate, reached to lube the lady's rectum and again buried the nozzle into the lady's asshole. Mom opened the clamp and started the enema as the other lady moved closer to watch. She even asked the blonde if she minded if she watched.

The enema receiver said not at all as mom continued the enema. When the bag was flat again, mom removed the nozzle and the blonde lowered her legs, stood and headed for the toilet again. Mom and the other lady talked about enemas, how often they took them, how good they felt afterwords and how long it had been since their last enemas.

The blonde returned and said she felt like a new woman. Mom told her the other woman wanted an enema and the blonde said she would clean the nozzle and fix another bag.

The lady waiting for her treatment told the blonde to make it good and soapy. As the blonde left, still half naked, the lady asked mom the best position for her enema. Mom told her because of her sore butt from the shot, she would probably be most comfortable on her knees. The lady nodded agreement and slowly crawled onto the bed on her knees.

Mom used a tissue to clean her Vaseline coated finger before prying the woman's hips apart and studying her anus closely. Mom told her she still had some roids, but she thought she could work around them. With that, mom reached for the Vaseline again and started lubing the woman's waiting rectum. Mom spent some time and I think she pushed the woman's roids back inside her butthole.

The blonde reappeared again with the full enema bag and handed mom the nozzle.

Mom greased the nozzle and started the insertion as the blonde held the bag and watched intently as the nozzle disappeared into the woman's hairy hole. With the nozzle in place, mom asked the patient if she was ready. The woman said yes and the blonde opened the clamp beginning the big soapy enema on its journey.

The lady said she was cramping so mom reached for the clamp, stopped the enema and massaged her stomach for a few minutes. Soon the lady said okay, I'm ready for more and mom opened the flow. As the bag gurgled its emptiness, the blonde asked mom how long the other lady should hold the enema. Mom said about five minutes. Mom left the nozzle in place and only removed it when the time was up.

Mom removed the nozzle, handed it to the blonde and helped the other woman to her feet as she headed to the potty. The blonde hung the empty bag on the hat rack and coiled the hose around the hook with the bag before starting to retrieve her panties and starting to redress. Mom mentioned to the blonde that she thought she enjoyed being naked and chuckled the blonde laughed and said she did.

Once redressed she and mom sat down and waited for the other lady to expel and return. When she did, the blonde went to clean her equipment before going home. The other lady came back into the bedroom holding her stomach and saying she didn't realize how badly she needed that enema. She was still naked from the waist down when mom grasp her waist and turned her around to inspect her injection site again. Satisfied, she told the lady she could get dressed. She retrieved her bloomers and skirt and redressed. She and mom chatted until the blonde returned. They thanked mom for her nursing and left.

That whole scene started my enema fetish and medfet.

Mom was defiantly a frequent enema user I never saw her but she was not shy about saying she going to take a little enema. I did observe her give an enema to my niece, she was around 5 and I was 13

Great stories in this thread.

When I was about four, I was standing near the furnace in the hallway to stay warm. At the other end was our only bathroom and as I was warming up, I heard my parents talking and I discerned the word "enema." My father sat on the toilet and mom followed him in with the enema bar and was proceeding to fill it at the sink. My dad and mom were giggly and laughing. I heard my dad say I really don't want an enema and my mother answered in a half serious voice that he was getting one whether he wanted it or not. They laughed again, and then noticed I was watching. They smiled at me and then closed the door. I heard more sounds, but I could tell no one was having cramps, but there was continuing repartee and laughing. A nice memory for me.

Hienema

My mother was the enema giver and I know she took them on a regular basis

As a child, I never had enemas given to me or my siblings. As far as I know, neither of my parents ever used enemas. I do believe my mother used to douche. I vaguely remember seeing a small douche kit once in my mother's bathroom. But, enemas were never mentioned in our family and I can't even remember any friends talking about receiving enemas as a child either.

I know my mom douched sort of regularly because her douche bag would be drying sometimes in the bathroom. One time, when I was probably about five, I remember walking in to the bathroom and the douche bag was hanging right next to mom when she was sitting on the toilet. The hose was still moving and I think she had to take it out before I completely caught her. I didn't think anything about it at all and she had also been reading, too.

My mother has used enemas for constipation for as long as I can remember. She never hid the fact that she used them and the bag would be hanging out to dry in the bathroom later.

Janet S

The yellow amber latex enema bag was always hanging in the shower. There was no way to tell if it had been used or now. I have no knowledge of my dad taking enemas but I recall one night while laying in bed, (my door was always open), I saw my mother walk through the hallway naked carrying a full enema bag in her hand, walking towards the bathroom. That didn't make sense, but what would I know.

I also remember most of the time, it had the ordinary enema nozzle attached but sometimes I saw the longer black douche nozzle. I didn't know the difference at the time, that was about 58 years ago, funny how we remember those things.

the hoseman

I don't remember enemas but my mother was always douching ( lemonade pitcher full of Massengil on the edge of the sink ) with her black nozzled red rubber bulb.That'when it all started. I wasin kindergarten, but from then on I was curious. A few years later while visiting my mom's older sister and her husband and their son I found two large fountain syringes in the back of the linen closet. I'm pretty sure they were put to good use in that household.

Enemas weren't really a thing in our home (suppositories and rectal temp were however!). One day, when I was about 15, I visited my grand-parents and my grand-father was unwell in bed. At some point I went to the bathroom and there it was on a towel on the bathroom counter : the red enema bag, with the large douche nozzle attached to it, clearly greased up - next to the Vaseline jar.

Back then I honestly didn't knew what it was so I asked my grand-mother what was that red thing in the bathroom. She answered, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, that my grandfather was unwell and constipated so she gave him an enema and would give him another one later on. I looked at her with a puzzled face so she quiclky explained what an enema was - I was shocked - but hard - wanting to have that large black nozzle in my ass!

As far as I know my parents never had enemas at home after I was born (don't know about before). I know they had them on occasion because I heard them mentioned, once when my dad went to the emergency room for abdominal pain and then for births with my mom.

I have so far not been too concerned with hiding my use from my kids, but I don't wave it in their faces.

I don't remember a time when my parent were together From the time I understood anything really I was aware at some level that they DID give enemas to each other

I now know that they had already had sex at least once before they allowed there enema sessions together to become overtly sexual

I still don't know just how many enema sessions they had together or exactly how many before it went sexual

It was at least the 4th maybe more enema sessions before my father ever went first, that is was on the receiving end t start the session

Yes because they said so . One early evening when I was about 11 years old, my dad came into the living room where I was watching ' TV ' and said that if I need to use the bathroom that I needed to do so now and return to watching ' TV ' because ...... "I'm going to give your mom an enema and we need the bathroom ready for her."

My mom was the enema giver for me. I believe she took an occasional enema and she douched regularly. My dad took an enema nearly every Sunday morning after church. It would take him over an hour. He always asked if we needed to use the bathroom prior to his enema session.

My parents neither took, nor gave enemas. Therefore I can not nor could not be aware of something that never happened. How canI be sure of this?

I have asked my parents about enemas and got frank answers.

I know that my dad took enemas on a regular basis. He would stand looking out the bathroom window as

he was taking his enema.

I knew that both of my parents took enemas, presumably for health reasons, but I was never aware of them doing it, except once when I knew ahead of time that my mother was going to take an enema, and arranged to spy on her when she did it. I did not find watching her give herself an enema arousing and felt some guilt, about having spied on her, afterwards.

When Dad had to do one for himself, he always did it when I was in school or with my friends for a whole day. Some situation where I was not around to see it.

I basically knew what was going on.

I was very aware, as were my older sister and our cousins. I went back and reviewed my posts from many years ago (#9 & #65). Enemas were so common in our existence, that there were few secrets when someone was the subject.

I recall that later in our teens, mom got onto the subject and provided greater detail relative to hers, dad's, and grandma's experiences, mostly in a medical setting. My sister and I became more inquisitive and the answers more informative than when we were very young. It was an opportunity to discover some of the history relative to enemas as a common thing around the house.

Aside from mom telling us about her enemas prior to delivering the 4 of us kids, she also talked about undergoing a barium enema. She related that dad's enemas were to deliver medication due to the fungal issues and infection that he dealt with for many years. She also told us of grandma's final days in the hospital, when she died of a liver infection. Her fever was so severe that repeated cold enemas were attempted to get her fever down.

I have posted elsewhere about my mom being frustrated that I was kept in the hospital for 7 days after surgery, the last 3 because I was unable to produce a BM. She kept harping on the staff to give me an enema and discharge me. I was embarrassed, albeit uncomfortable, and finally got to enjoy an enema from a cute personable nurse. Needless to say, additional enemas occurred after getting home.

My dad didn't talk much about enemas, but did caution us kids about playing with the enema bag in the bathroom. After mom threatened us with an enema and shaking that long black nozzle in our faces, he said she would make good on her threats if we didn't cease and desist.

| remember my mother giving my father enemas till clear before a proctoscope exam , mom was an RN. l think she had to do some herself also for a scheduled barium enema... " enemas till clear " in both cases....

Mom complained to me that she had to give my father an enema. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. 😉