Did your parents know you took enemas ?

Yes she did. I was playing with one of the adult nozzles which i hid in the desk in my bedroom. Mom cleaned out the desk one day and found it. When I got home from school that day she came into my room and told me she had cleaned the desk. I was about 12 or 13. I immediately knew what she had found. As nonchalantly as I could, I said OK and thanked her for cleaning out the desk.

Thy gave us oue enemas so definitely knew!

The short answer is YES!

Yes because enemas in the home were commonplace and , I count my good fortune here , mom gave me an enema through my early adulthood still in the privacy of the home . Then there was a transition so to speak when I was instructed ‘ how to give ’ an enema as a young adult which was a personal ‘ epiphany ’ as my mentor was so well versed in administration and the mechanics of the procedure . As per this comment , examination day arrived when I was asked to perform my first enema as an administrator and as per the recipient's , yes a dear mature lady not my mom , actions and comments I passed ‘ with flying colors ’ . My confidence was ever so elevated that day as in ‘ this I can do ’ .

Possibly my mother suspected but never said anything while I lived at home. After I bought my first home they came for a visit. Knowing my mother’s total lack of boundaries, I moved my combination bag from under the vanity in the master suite to a closet. Sure enough, while giving my parents a tour of the house she opened both vanity doors and peered inside. It could have been just her being her prying, nosy self or she could have been looking for confirmation of her suspicions. Nothing was said so I never knew.

I highly doubt it. They may have seen a few things hidden in my room, but I was never asked about it.

When I was in 6th grade our parents got my brother, sister and myself together and asked who had been using her enema bag, it hung inside the bathroom closet door. NObody answered we just stared at them. I had almost everyday after school, the bag and tubing were wet before I started and I tried to get as much water out when I hung it back up to dry after I was done. They were not sure how to proceed, they told us to stop, I didn't.

I never took an enema myself, until I got married and left home. I was too afraid of my Mother finding out that I used the bag on myself when she wasn't there. She warned me not to! She told me that only SHE was to give me enemas! I think back on that now. Could it have been arousal? She always cleared her throat, or coughed and breathed hard while she was giving me the enema but especially when hearing me expel.

She finally handed me my own douche/enema folding syringe (in a paper bag on my wedding night) to pack in my suitcase. She said “Here, you're going to be needing this!” nothing else was said from that day on.

Possibly my mother suspected but never said anything while I lived at home. After I bought my first home they came for a visit. Knowing my mother’s total lack of boundaries….

OMG @UncleO do we have the same mother? Mine found my rectal thermometer that way. She later commented on it.

My mother gave me my first enema that I remember when I was 7. It was prescribed by the doctor prior to my tonsils being removed. “a one pint soapy enema the night before”. The whole procedure really fascinated me from then on. I couldn't do much about my fantasy until I was about 11 or 12 years old. If my parents left me at home to go to grandmas's house or to a local party, I would sneak her enema bag out of her closet, and fill myself up with water… I started with the short black stubby nozzle, then graduated to the douche nozzle.

My mother knew that I took enemas. She administered them to me until I was around 12 years old. She would either recognize that I had not been going to the bathroom, or I would be so miserable I would ask her to give me an enema. When 12, I once asked her for an enema. She informed me that I was old enough to take an enema by myself. She helped me prepare the enema so that I didn't make the soapy water too soapy, and then guided me to the bathroom where I hung the bag of soapy water, inserted the rectal nozzle into my rectum and opened the flow of soapy water. The next time I felt that I needed an enema, I went to the sink, pulled down the enema pitcher and prepared the enema, with my mother present in the room. Her only comment, make sure the water goes way up into your tummy.

Over the years, I’ve thought about what mom started doing with my siblings an I, when I was around ten. From age five till around age ten, she gave us enemas in our bedroom together. Around age ten, she moved our rinse enemas from the bedroom to the bathroom. At the same time she had us fix our own rinse enema with her help. A short time later, she moved the soapy enema from the bedroom to the bathroom as well. Like with the rinse enemas, we had to fix our soapy enema with her help. Once this became routine, she started letting our sister give my brother an I our enemas. My brother an I felt slighted and fussed about our sister giving us enemas, and not being allowed to give her enemas. Afterwards, she allowed us, to give each other enemas in her presence. This continued for a couple of years, till our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene. Thereafter, we were expected to take care of ourselves, whenever we needed an enema.

I always believed my parents were kind of dumb when certain topics came up. Consequently, I never would have imagined either knew about my enema use. After all, enema time was usually contentious when my mom was about to give me one. I was pretty adept at concealing my self administration.

That being said, it wasn't until much later in my teen life that enema use came to the forefront. My story “Many Shades of Red” is based in part on an interaction with my mom and sister. My mom's statement, “you know what to buy”, certainly indicated she wasn't as oblivious as I once thought.

In a later situation, I was shooed away from the house. In my persistence to find out why, my mom confided that the doctor wanted her to give my little sister a couple of enemas. I commented that we all got enemas while living in the small apartment, and enemas weren't very secret. Mom said that my youngest sister, now a teen, was very embarrassed and that our history of teasing amongst the siblings was now problematic.

Mom stated me that she had never teased me about my enemas, assuming it was a very private thing.

Yes my mom knew and caught me several times and started hiding the equipment!