Feelings of Vulnerability

Lets hear about how being told you were going to get an enema.. or being prepared for one..provoked feelings of vulnerability, dread and so on.

I had never been given a bag enema, (when in the hospital for tests)

I was told to turn over onto my tummy, the ( male) nurse untied my blue hospital gown at the back.. opened it wide.. I pleaded not to be given the enema...then I felt his fingers in the waistband of my undies.. getting my bottom bared for the enema was one of the most intense moments of my life. The idea that the complete stranger would see my bottom.. worse..insert the enema bone in my bottom cavity were making my throat dry and giving me a knot in my stomach.

The feeling of not being able to stop it.. that you have to submit to the ordinance.

Anyone else had similar experiences or feelings ?

You see,I never had that problem when I was a young kid in the childrens hospital for TB of the bone in the late thirties to the early fifies, simply because enemas were so routine.On any given day I saw a kid in the ward wheeled into the large bathroom for an enema and thought nothing of it.Think the feeling of vulnerability comes more so as you approuch your teen years.Exposing your genitals to adults at that time is more embarrassing during that period in a kids life.

When I was approuched by the nurse and told I was to be given an enema,I was excited as hell.I felt honered to be chosen to be wheeled into the boys bathroom where there were several new nurse recruits waiting to be instructed by the head nurse on how to give an enema on my little butt.I sure loved the attention and the feeling of the warm soapy solution being poured into the funnel.This why I love enemas today.God bless the wonderful nurses who gave me so much to live for.

Most of these fetishes and fantasies start as actual childhood experiences.

Thats very interesting twobagger, ty...btw, I was 14 ..so I think you are right about the "teen years".

I was raised by my father as a single parent. Anytime he sensed that I felt uncomfortable, he would try to mitigate it.

For example: When it was necessary to give me an enema, he would always sit me down, and explain to me why he felt the enema was needed, why I was not going to be able to prevent it anyway, and why my cooperation was important. He let me calm down and reassured me.

He NEVER removed my panties. He always told me where my panties "needed" to be when he got back in the room, and ducked out for a moment. When the bag was hung, and I was in knee-chest position, he always asked me, "Can you insert the applicator yourself, or do I need to do it?" After a couple of times, I was doing that myself.

At home, except for two times I can recall, I never had any vulnerable, nor feelings of fear of an enema. Twice I was told to go in the bathroom for a SPANKING. "in the bathroom," meant a soapy enema added to the spanking.

In a hospital setting, the very thought of any MALE giving me an enema, is almost sure to get a loud refusal. I got the very worst enema in my life from a male "aide/orderly." Walt

Walt,

The "very worst enema of your life"... wow! What the heck happened ?

Well this is the very crux of it, isn't it. The fact that - with a few exceptions - all the enemas/suppositories we received as children were unauthorised, forced and painful. And the fact that our fear of anal medication was compounded by the fear of our bodies never being safe from the adults in charge - the feeling that they could do anything they wanted to us, at anytime, if they had a medical excuse for it.

Which is why I can't quite rid myself of feelings of guilt when I've had to give my daughter an enema or suppository.

The wait..after being told the enema is going to happen is very exciting. Alternating between fear and desire is the crux of the enema experience especially for me whose first enemas were compelled.

For vulnerability, nothing exceeds the feeling while you are waiting on the bed with underpants or pajama bottoms off and the sight of the Vaseline jar used on us before mom filled the enema can in the bathroom.

Fortunately there was litle time between announcement of the enema and the treatment.

Being told "I am going to give you an enema" or "you are going to get an enema" can be a turn on as an adult.

Soapy Dave?

Words can be very exciting, as well as actions. "Young man? What did I tell you after I checked your temperature this morning?" "Umm, that if I did not do number two by noon, you'd HAVE to give me an ENEMA." "Well it is noon. Have you done number two?" "No Ma'am." "Alright, go in the bedroom, while I get a good enema ready for you."

You seem to have the same experiences I recall. Mother always knew what we needed, a good hot soapy enema. Could we share the experience when we first got a hardon? What a wonderful time!!!

Could we possibly relive that experience, either in person or here?

Yes, my first enemas were as a kid but were for medical reasons. I had eating problems as a kid and would get really bound up. They would try oral stuff and the enemas were as a last effort. I also had problems with high fevers and the Dr. would prescribe a cool water enema. While they were not fun, they were necessary. However, the fun one's started when I started giving myself enemas at about 13. My first enema from someone besides my mom was when I was in College by my girl friend who was quite kinky.

Only really happened a couple of times as a pre-teen.

My father raised me as a single parent. He came from an all-boy family, so there were some awkward moments, but he would take me aside, get me calmed down, and explain, one-on-one what was going to happen, and what the purpose for each stage was, why it was important to cooperate, etc.

He went into detail of how long it would take, and what it would feel like.

He tried to do it in a way that was not about conflict and vulnerability.

That said, when you take an enema, you are giving up control of one of your most basic bodily functions. There HAS TO be a certain feeling of powerlessness.

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That said, when you take an enema, you are giving up control of one of your most basic bodily functions. There HAS TO be a certain feeling of powerlessness.

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Which should raise the natural question; i.e., are any of us attracted to "certain feelings of powerlessness" when we are surrendering to the administration of an enema, by another?

:😃 Now~ go out and make it a gr8 day!

Everytime when i knew mom was getting the bag filled the vulnerabillity was felt because I was not going to say no to mom that ment even worse than just the enema so ya i felt it every time but loved it and didn;t know it 😉

Well, if anyone had reason to fell vulnerable the first time, I think I had a pretty good reason. I was confined to a head-to-knees body cast, and in traction.

The MD overseeing me had visited that morning, and had noticed I hadn't had a movement since the cast went on five days before, so he ordered an enema. I had never had one before, so I asked what was involved. He replied, as a joke, "We'll put some water up your rectum and wash it out with high pressure."

(Now before anyone jumps all over that man, I should say that if he hadn't caught the spinal curvature I was developing, I probably wouldn't be walking today. One wing of the hospital where this happened is named for him, and when he pased on some seventeen years later, I noted his obituary, and told the fraternity brothers I was living with at the time that we'd all lost a friend.)

But at any rate, an hour or so later a young male intern came in with a Fleet, and I went through the same procedure three days later the night before my surgery.

Three days after that, the MD's decided yet another enema was in order, but this time around, the tried-and-true method was used. I got a quart or so of warmed soapsuds via the traditional "irrigating can", and the two older female nurses who performed the duty (and appeared to be enjoying it) told me, "This is the kind you'll get when you go home."

At the time, I wasn't too happy over that prospect, but the warm water and the ladies' willingness to explain things did put an end to most of the anxiety, and I got much better results. The nurses left the can where i could see it for a while, and I could remember wondering why such a violation of my body could leave me feeling so much better.

As it turned out, I needed no enemas once I returned home, but when the hormones began stirring a few years later, taking an enema seemed as arousing an act as bathing, so I began experimenting.

So the only way I can draw a paralell in this instance would be to liken my indroduction to the benefits (and pleasures) of the enema as something similar to the ritual of intimidation, followed by bonding, which occurs in young men when introuced to "locker room cameraderie" via Phys Ed, contact sports, the military, etc.

Rock2009, great topic. Vulnerability, especially. Big part of why enemas are such an intense experience. As babyj says, "giving up one's power ...." Or when you're a little kid, it's just being shown how powerless you actually are. I like squidgicunt's reply best: "the enemas/suppositories we received as children were unauthorised, forced and painful". As an adult, I've maintained the contradictory positions of being careful to avoid putting my kids in a situation where they would feel powerless or humiliated, and seeking out for myself, whenever I could, private scenarios where I could again receive "forced and painful" enemas and related humiliations.

Sphinx,

I agree with what you are saying and I also understand what squidgicunt said with regard to her children.

For the reasons she mentioned, I have never given my children enemas, bulbs or even suppos. I have given them age appropriate oral laxatives when required.. nothing more.

I also concur with your view regarding not wanting your children to feel powerless or humiliated. I have followed this practice also. In addition, I have never left them alone with an adult except for grandmothers. There is just too much press to ignore regarding adults acting inappropriately when left alone with children. Better safe than sorry.

I'd like to address the second part of your post later this week. You have brought up a very interesting point.

Be well,

Sphinx,

As you said "seeking out".. isn't that the case for many of us ? I think we all like going back to those intense feelings of inevitable compliance to ordinace. Even many years later I still feel quite excited when thinking of being prepared by a complete stranger who has been given the mandate to administer an enema to my ( at the time) horny young bum which he had bared. An example: I had a gf who was a combat trained police cadet, and yet when I told her to lay across my lap for a good enema she became little girlish and very submissive calling me "Daddy" and pleading for one packet of soap instead of two or three. What was dreadful seems to become exciting. We keep going back to those feelings of vulnerabilty and freshness. It doesn't surprise me that an ordinance as invasive as an enema would often be the source of such feelings.