What was that "GOOD Enema" Mom always gave us in the 50's?

I think many if not most moms, mine included, followed the "as needed" rule in giving enemas, knowing the doctor would approve. He might make sure the first time that she knew the proper and safe way to do it and when appropriate. Then it was Dr. Mom's decision to bring out the enema bag or can, and she could invoke the family doc's approval if the child objected.

The good enema was given to me on our honeymoon by my wife R.N. The morning after our wedding, I got up and went in the bathroom and discovered I couldn't go. My bride had douched earlier that morning and was drainine her bag over the shower bar.I told her I was stopped up, and she said I married the right nurse. She said,"sweetheart your not going to like it but I'm going to give you an enema". She made me lay on a towel on the floor and filled her douche bag with warm soapy water. She slipped the nozzle in my rectum and told me to take deep breaths and unsnaped the snap.As the enema flowed into me she rubed my butt, and held the nozzle in place, She said don't be embarassed as Iv'e given lot of enemas at work and sometimes have to take them myself. After the bag was empty she had me lay on my back and with the nozzle still in place she kissed me and my penis. She said it was a bonus for being a good boy and taking my enema. What a bowel movement. She gave me five enemas in two weeks and came home pregnant. I love her latex see through enema bag and the curved douche nozzle. She now gives me three to five enemas a month with oral sex during or after. She even got a rubber sheet and diapers for me. I love my wife and enema nurse.

The good enema consisted of a two quart enema filled to the brim with very warm water and ivory soap suds which when poured into the enema bag looked like a bag full of white milk. The enema was given to us when we were children by my mom one half bag, expel then the other half bag. Sometime we were given a rinse enema and sometimes we were not. The red bag was always hung upside down on the shower head to dry and the tubing was hung aroung the bag. After the bag dried it was put away. However we always knew when one of us was going to get an enema that night because when we came home from school the enema bag and tubing was always hung on the back of the bath room door.

When younger, I used to dread hearing that I was going to get a "good enema" or a "good cleaning out". Before I was 10 or so, I couldn't think of anything that was good about it.

My Mom was a nurse and when she said she was going to give me an enema it meant 3 enemas. She gave me 2 enemas of soapy water and a rinse enema. The soapy enemas were made with ivory soap, baking soda and salt.

It would seem to me that every enema was a "good" enema, although the anticipation led to a great deal of anxiety.

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Mine was a warm mineral oil enema held for a lifetime, I thought, but in reality, it was most likely about 10 minutes. Then Mom would give me a soapy enema, followed by some warm hot cocoa with her while I relaxed and then went to bed.

My Aunt's idea of a good enema was at least 1 1/2 quarts of pretty hot, soapy water. This of course was after the castoria and glycerin suppository. It never really mattered whether the first two things worked or not to make me go enought #2. She had some kind of formula for the proper anount of stool that i should be releasing every day.

Extra soap then rinses until clear. Left for a very sore tummy. If there were any arguments there was a very red and sore rear end added.

A good enema back in the 1950s? I don't remember any bad ones, but when mom said a good one I automatically knew a quart and a half of hot and soapy ivory was on its way. Once administered I would have to hold it as long as possible for a good one. If the initial discharge results were satisfactory to mom she would finish with a quart and a half rinse; if not, another soapy would be in order. After completion of all enemas mom would tell me I had a very good enema and it would make me feel much better.

An enema session was never referred to as a “good enema”, but

“you need a good cleaning out”. This usually took place on a Saturday and

consisted of one or two warm Ivory Soap enemas from the red rubber two quart

bag with the black shower nozzle attached to the hose. Once she was satisfied that

I cleaned out, I received a cool plain water rinse.

And as so many others the smell of Ivory soap brings me back

to those day!

I grew up in the 40s and 50s and got constipated a lot as a child my mother would call the doctor and she was instructed to give me a good enema. The first one that I remember I was about five years old. My mother put newspaper on the bed an had an open top red enema bag half filled with very warn water and melted ivory soap. I fought and screamed and kicked as the water was hot, my mom held the bag high and I forced the nozzle out of my butt because of cramping and expelled the water all over the room. My father came in and held me down and my mother started all over until the enema was done. I hated those enemas and everytime I was to be given one I had to be dragged from under the bed and held down by my dad or my aunt. However over the years I began to appreciate the feeling of wellness and the cleansing qualities of the good enema and take them to this day solo when in need of a good cleansing or to help with constipation. My mother always gave them to us when we had severe colds as well. She also gave enemas to herself and my father when they were in need of one.

The term "Good Enema" was never used around our house. In fact, my mother never used the word "enema" that I can remember. She called it a "frienderenemy" and I was told many many times that I needed a frienderenemy or that she was going to give me a frienderenemy or even after I was old enough to take enemas myself she would suggest that I take a frienderenemy and to put plenty of ivory soap in the water. We lived with my grandmother for several years. She took enemas from time to time and am sure that she had given my mother enemas as a young girl growing up and had taught my mother to give and take enemas when needed. Anyway, if my grandmother thought that I needed an enema, she would tell my mother to give me an enema with her syringe, which hung on the back of the bathroom door. My mother would tell me to come with her because she was going to give me a frinderenemy, she still would not use the word enema. Even when we were living away from grandmother, my mother would almost always call and tell either my grandmother or aunt that she was going to or had given me a frienderenemy. There was nothing GOOD about getting a frienderenemy from her because the cramps were terrible and it always took several bags of soapy water to produce the desired results but they did clean me out and I am sure that I felt better after it was all over. While my mother took a friendernemy occasionally, she always gave me several when she had taken one, but didn't always take them herself when she had given them to me.

When I was little I never got a good enema but many times I was given a "good syringing". I had never heard the term enema. Whenever I was constipated my mother tell me I needed to have a bowel movement or she would have to use the syringe on me. Sometimes she would call me into the bathroom and tell me she was going to give me a good syringing, which meant bulbful after bulbful of Ivory soapsuds. I never heard the term enema until I was older and she never had a bag as far as I know.

One of the earlier posters said they remember seeing an enema bag in the shower at their grandparents house. I saw the same thing. When I would stay over there I looked for opportunities to fill the bag and get on my knees head down and bottom up. Loved the feel of being naughty behind a locked door.

A good enema from Mom was always given with love. From the beginning preparation, removing clothes, tender kisses on the forehead was given with love. Love given with the preparation of soapy water, insertion, flowing water, rubbing the stomach to reduce cramps was special. That's what a good enema is.

For sure there is a "good enema"! Every summer for two weeks I would stay with a wealthy aunt who was never married and was somewhat of a spinster but nonetheless a wonderful aunt to have. We would travel around locally during my stay going horse back riding, swimming, boating, staying up late and eating out. However, my most vivid memory of staying with her was when she would give me an enema. She was very methodical and everything would be layed out and the water meticulously prepared within a large hanging white metal can with the hose attached to the bottom. After I had showered she would dry me off and then she would sit in the middle of this padded bench which she used for getting dressed, painting her toe nails drying after a bath, et cetera. I would lay aross her lap and very gently she would spread my buttocks and ever so carefully lubricate my anus with vaseline. With skill and sincere concern she would insert the tube and then let me know she was going to start "filling me". Durning this process she would encourage me, pat my bottom, and maybe hum a song. Once filled she have me, "hold it for 10 minutes" and then assist me to my feet at which time I would "go potty" in private. Was this a "good" enema??? It certainly was and I believe anyone who could experience this would totally agree.

A good enema meant at least 3 enemas..given slowly, fully with lots of retention..growing up a good enema session could last the better part of 3 hours...with breaks in between the first hot soapy enema and the two plain water rinses.

As a kid I remember being taken into the bathroom to get my tommy washed out.The enema bag was ready with lots of water. I watched the bag as mom undresed me.Then over her lap nozzel firmly in place and bottom cheeks held closed, so no leakage. My begging to stop fell on deaf ears.The enema kept going until the wonderful words,"It'all over", but by then the bag was flat. Then said she was proud of me for taking it all. AS IF I HAD A CHOICE.

My mother would say ,I'm going to give you a good warm soap suds enema the clean you out.Mom would have me lay across her lap that she covered with a pink soft fleecy blanket that she had pre heated by draping the blanket over a hot radiator.The red Davol enema bag would be hung on a hook over her right shoulder.Mom was so very gentle when giving me the enema,and talked all through the process about how good the soapy enema would be for me.most times I ended up getting two or three good soap suds enemas.I loved the smell of the heated blanket and the smell Of Ivory soap and the sent of mom.I wish I could go back to those times in the bathroom with mom and her warm blanket and enema bag for a good warm soapy enema.

A good enema from mom meant one that got the results she wanted. I din't have to be cleaned out, just a good amount of fecal matter. Only remember one time that I received more than one enema at the same session.

A few times if I was real sick I would get a morning, afternoon and evening enema until any fever was gone and I was feeling better. My doc believed that any fever over 100 required enemas. This continued until I was 10 and my doc died.

Ahhh Those 50's Enemas! What Memories! Gven to me by a "spinster aunt" as mom chose not to to give them to me. Getting a large 3 quart ivory soapy enema from that famous bf goodrich sojourn latex expandable syringe with a black nozzle as I kneeled over the bathroom tub....and got that suprised erection..welcome to a young kid's sexuality; my aunt had that usual red bag but said the sojourn latex "felt better to give." Think my aunt was a closet rubber kinster; wonder who else in 50's had same interest. I checked EB to see just for curioristy..if any sojourns might be available...whoa...the price was way beyond the reach of my social security check! Hey do any of you folks still have vintage bags?

The good enema was made by pacing a bar of soap in a pan of hot water. My mother stirred the soap around until the water was very cloudly. the solution was poured into the red bag about 3/4 full. I was about 12 at the time and had to lay on a towel on the kitched table. Gramma stuck the nozzel in my behind while my mother stood on a Stood on a small stool and raised the bag over her head.

My famous lines were

it hurts

I'm full

stop it

owwwwww

I have to go

Ahhhh, the good old days.

I was raised on enemas, my mother would say "I'm going to give you an enema now", and she would lead me to the bathroom or bedroom, I always noticed the pan of soapy water, the smell was strong, she would undress me and put me across her lap, sometimes face down and sometimes face up, she washed and lubed my butt, I watched and tingled as she took the enema bulb, the whoosh sound it made and then the gurggle as it filled, she would hold it up, squeeze and stick the nozzle back in the pan, once it was full she would insert the nozzle all the way and gently squeeze, she was adament about volume and retention as well as results, now my grandmas would say, "come on sweety, I'm going to syringe you", they would take me to where the enema weas waiting, undressme and my position depended on what equipment was being used, they used bulbs, bags, big enema cans, the first enema was always a strong soapy one, after that I got a saline or baking soda rinse and lots of different herbs and or oils, and like mother volume and retention time were important, I learned to love enemas at an early age, 5 yrs and I have been using ever since, I am 36 with 3 kids, I do them the nsame way, they are all healthy and happy, I hope when they are grown that their memories are are warm and happy as mine are now.BTW, mom and grandmas still give to me.

Gretchen96, I feel the same way. We received enemas from mom and were rarely sick with the flu or anything. I was embarrassed the first time but my mom always comforted me and enemas did not hurt or used as punishment. I do miss enemas from mom.

I got a lot of enemas in the good old days, too. Bulb enemas were given over the knee with an enamel pan full of soapy water on the bathroom countertop. Couldn't see much from that position but the smell of the soap suds, the sound of air being squeezed out of the bulb, the sucking sound as it filled, and the anticipation of the sudden surge of water are still vivid.

The red bag was hung high up from a hook on the door of the closet where the enema bags, hoses and nozzles were stored. Positioned on all fours with my head down low and hips raised high, the bag emptied fast and it was difficult to take the first one. Lot's of initial complaints and whimpering while holding until allowed to expel. Then mixed feelings of discomfort and pleasure as more enemas followed until the expulsion was clear.

I guess those were GOOD enemas.

Up until I was 8 all I got were "little" enemas from a bulb over moms lap. When I was 8 two things happend; the doc told mom to give me cold water enemas for fever (I heard him) every 2 hrs and to do slow and from a bag to prevent cramping. The second was that I was to big to stay on mom's lap.

From then on I got "GOOD" enemas that big boys got just like mom took hers. My first one was after mom took one and from the same 1qt folding bag. It was a good enema if I took the whole bag, otherwise it was repeated. What I didn't know than was that mom used a 2qt bag for her enemas. I became acquainted with that bag at 12. Love affair ever since.

Enemas were not a frequest event, but I could always tell when one was coming. Mother would disolve some Ivory soap in a pot on the stove and place a towel on the bathroom counter. Then up on the ocunter on my back with legs raised and the water would start. Up until 8 a bulb was used, after that a red bag.

At our house,Mom did not want anything to do with giving me or my 2 years younger brother an enema.The time frame was 1958-64,this is when both of us got most of the family Pediatrician approved 26-32 oz.warm (like 105-106 degrees F) soapy water enemas,with a 1920's enema bag/nozzle made in France.Since Mom did not want to make/administer any enema,this job went to Dad. Perhaps it was better--a iota less embarrassing with Dad there rather than Mom. A bar of Castille soap was rubbed into the 26-32 ounces of warmed up water until it became milky white and very bubbly.Both I and mt brother got occaisional (every 2-4 months) enemas for mild to "badly" constipated. We got most of the boyhood enemas in the 8-1/2 to 12-1/2 age range. It was "dreadful" all the time,everytime.We were both somewhat small bodyframed and a 26-32 ounce warm soapy water enema was a really big enema for either of us even at age 12+.We did not cooperate too much,and we both got any enema laying flat down on 2 pillows on top of the bathroom towel chest in the bathroom,with our legs hanging straight down on the side edge of the towel chest.This gosh awful position flexed our bottoms up,and made any movement/wriggling/squirmming almost impossible,except for our arms,hands.The "pediatric" enema nozzle that came with this 1920's enema bag was a boy's worst nightmare, 3/8" in diameter,4+" long and shaped like a black baseball bat with a central/main stream hole and numerous 1/16" holes all along the top 1" of the nozzle-it gave a strong main flow and the small holes produced a shower effect. The Pediatrician told my Dad to insert the nozzle "to the hilt" for the first half of the enema,then withdraw it "half way" for the final (16 ounces) of any enema. The enema bag was to be at "14-15 inches above (the level of our buttocks)" The pressure/fullness getting any of these 1 quart enemas was awful,The sensation of that 105 degree soapy water streaming/showering into our rectums/intestines was dreadful,a combination of irritation/pressure that got more intense as the enema ran in. But the family Pediatrician said the 1 quart of enema solution was "just right",the dreadful 4" black enema nozzle was "excellent",and if either of us needed an enema,then we needed a "good one".....Oh yes,boyhood pride notwithstanding,both I and my brother "bawled and cried" bigtime everytime we got an enema.....

I got frequent enemas, always bend over the bath tub, legs spread and mom holding tha bag over my head ... guess what I like now?