The childhood ritual and routine

Most of my routine enemas when I was really young were Like this:

Mom: "Benny, have you had a #2 today?"

Me: "no!" If yes the discussion ended.

Mom: "Go sit on the toilet for awhile and try to do something."

After awhile, she'll come and ask if I don anything. If No, then she told me I can get up.

About 30 minutes or so, she'll have me sit on the toilet again But she'll say "if you don't do anything, you'll know whats going to happen.. Well that scared me so I tried really hard. Most of the time to no avail. After awhile she came in and told me to go to my bedroom and stay there.

After awhile< I heard he call me to tell me to get into the bathroom NOW!. I walked in and saw everything ready. White bulb and nozzle out with vaseline jar on sink. Towel over the closed toilet seat. Pleading no good. So I had to take my pants off and lay over the towel. No talk from her. Before I knew it, I felt something go into my butt and the enema began.

This all is very familiar and I think during that era all moms pretty much knew the process quite well. Mine would make a full bag and I was expected to take as much as I could. Somehow she, and not me, determined if I had taken enough. When the pipe was removed I was allowed to sit on the toilet but told to not "go" until she thought I was ready. In some ways that was like torture as I could feel all of that warm water washing out my insides. When I was finally told "OK" I was one happy camper as everything came flowing out of me. When I was finished I was also told to not flush since she needed to know if the enema had been successful. I don't ever recall getting one that hadn't been.

The usual routine was never fun. It usually happened when not feeling well or behaving badly. It was told to me that I would be getting a enema . It was not fund and this was after having a spanking

The ritual was simple. When enema time came, I stripped off my clothes or Pajamas. I laid on my back and pulled my knees to my chest; exposing my anus and butt crack and the back of my scrotum. My erection small or full grown was also in clear view.

The enema bag was full and already hanging from the shower rod.The douche nozzle or retention nozzle was lubed and hanging next to the bag.

My mom would start lubing my anus with vaseline and later K-Y Jelly. She would rub in small circles until my anus opened up Then her finger entered me several times to lube my sphincter.

The lubing ritual often took five minutes. By the time she was done, lube was coming back out of my hole and covering my butt crack.

Then without a word, the nozzle was fully inserted and a full two quarts went into my gut.

There was not a ritual.

Every enema was then and is now different

Beyond procedure there was then and is now only so much routine.

If enemas get to be routine or ritualized, THAT's what crosses the line into abuse.

Mom was a health nut, I got weekly enemas till I was 12-13 as did my older brother. He hated enemas and from early on I would hear him whine and beg mom to stop, but he always got his enemas. i would complain but never to the point of getting spanked and then the enemas. Usually one night during the week at dinner mom would say don't go to far you are going to get your enemas as soon as I finish in the kitchen.

dennyd53 said

The ritual was simple. . . . My mom would start lubing my anus . . .

The lubing ritual often took five minutes. . .

LUBING TOOK FIVE MINUTES?!?!?!

Your mother must have really enjoyed fingering your asshole.

My dad believed in Do It Yourself. When I was very young he would help me with doing an enema if I was sick or struggling on the toilet. He would prepare the equipment and fill the bag with water, then guide me in inserting the nozzle but would let me do the actual inserting by myself. He would tell me to try to take as much water as I can or else it would not work well. But later when I was able to set up and fill the bag on my own, he would simply suggest giving myself an enema instead of struggling on the potty but I would have to do the entire thing by myself

I don't think there was any real ritual or routine to mine as a kid. Just to take the enema and then release it. I do remember looking at the bag going into me and feeling my stomach get bigger and bigger with all the water going into it.

I was often told after school or at dinner that I would get an enema that evening. At dinner this was in front of my siblings. I would then spend the evening in my room thinking about the enema to come. the anticipation was overwhelming. The bathroom would get busy with running water and cabinet opening and then I would here my name called from the bathroom. I responded to see a full enema bag....

The routine is what sticks in my mind the most. If any of us were home sick we could count on an enema. In the morning after everyone else left for work or school mom would come in and take your temperature and almost always say ‘come to the bathroom with me’. Once there, you would be told to strip while she prepped the bag. She was always gentle but firm and made it clear you weren’t getting out of the enema.

Other times she was much stricter, i withheld a lot as a kid and excessive staining in my underwear would make her angry. This routine was less discreet. There were a few times I walked Through the door after school as was immediately told to go upstairs for an enema regardless of who was around to hear it or witnitness being said

Once the word was spoken. Enema!! who ever was getting hoped it wasn't for them or thought they might not get one. Deep down they knew It was inevitable....You would here the linen closet open and then just a matter of time. The smell of ivory soap seeing the water on the stove or hearing your fate at the doctors. at some point soon the walk past the bag It was for certain it was time!!! nothing you could do to change the inevitable!!!

Yes, the ritual was very much a part of my sessions, both mentally and physically. I would wake up Sat mornings, never knowing what was going to happen when i walked down stairs. There was always that lingering anticipation if i was going to get it or not. I would walk into the kitchen and see mother sitting at the small round kitchen table drinking her coffee and smoking her cig. Maybe once a month she would look at me and say something like" do you feel ok" or "your are not looking well" Right away i knew what this meant and my tummy would start doing flips. She would call me over and help me take off my pj's both top and bottoms. The decision had been made, no getting out of it, little jamie nude, exposed and vunerable, ready for the session to begin. She would tell me to go back upstairs to my room and wait for her to fetch me. I think she did this on purpose so i had plenty of time to think about what was coming. Usually i had a 15-30 minute wait, plenty of time for me to think about it.

I did not experience situations like this but they all are really arousing to read and sound like situations I would love to role play now.

Ithink my Father wanted to have a routine without it becoming ritualized

Growing up in the 50's in the deep South, my enemas from Mother or Grandma were pretty much the same. They usually occurred the morning after I had told Mom that I felt sluggish and hadn't had a bowel movement in several days. Mom would always first give me an oral laxative such as Children's Castoria, Grandma's favorite - Milk of Magnesia, or something called Black something. Usually, those things would have no effect on me so the next morning Mom or Grandma would bring Mom's Rexall Victoria Combination syringe into my bathroom and prepare a large, soap suds enema for me. I would always be in the room as the enema was prepared and every time I would get ''butterflies' in my stomach as I watched the preparations occur. The enema nozzle would always be coated with Vaseline and every one of my enemas would be lovingly given to me. I wish those days were still around.

The only enema routine in our house as a child was that if I had been ill for more than a couple days, and couldn't seem to shake whatever I had, I got a series of warm Ivory SSE's, all lovingly administered on the bathroom floor by my mother. All my enemas were from the red bag, usually hung on the bathroom door, or the towel rack. Never an unpleasant experience, which I suppose is why I still enjoy a good enema 60+ years later. Unfortunately solo today.

I'm not going to recollect any stories here, but, what is totally amazing to me is how simple and direct and common and basic this was. It was normal, accepted and acceptable, a standard. Parents would just essentially say, "It's time", whether it be with rectal thermometer or enema bag in hand, and despite a whine or two, an eye roll, or even a sigh or foot stomp, the process begun, and we would disrobe, or undress to whatever point and get our temp taken or our enema. It was sans much drama. Mores and perceptions certainly change as does what could be called "the social norm", but, really folks ... we're talking about a simple temp and enema here, not elective surgery! My stand is if more parents got back to it, as is happening to be the case, we'd have healthier kids. End of rant!

Play safe!

Throughout childhood the bulb syringe was used on me frequently, to the point where I became relaxed and compliant with mom's ritual enemas. As I got a little older, mom no longer had to spell out the necessary steps of her enema routine. I knew what she wanted and I performed to her satisfaction. It was all about pleasing her.

First I would be told that I needed a "good" enema. Next I was told to go-get ready for my enema. That meant to go into the bathroom, remove all of my clothes, place them in the hamper and sit on the toilet and wait for her. She would enter carrying the box that contained the 8 oz. red bulb, the jar of Vaseline, and towels. Soon the sink would be filled with hot soapy (ivory) water, and the bulb would be filled. Filling that first bulb was my cue to get up, close the toilet lid, cover it with a towel and then position myself over it, presenting my open fanny to her. Siting on a low stool next to me, she would hold my cheek further open with one hand and insert the nozzle until I could feel the bulb pressing against my anus. Immediately she would compress the bulb slowly and spray its warm soapy contents into me. She would then withdraw the bulb and I would remain in place. She would ask if I could take another one and the ritual was repeated. Her enema sessions evolved into 2 bulbs, expel, followed by 2 more bulbs. After several sessions like this I think she determined the bulb enemas did not provide enough volume and it was time to graduate to the family fountain syringe. After all, according to her you needed to express vocally a level of discomfort for a "good" enema. And so began another enema ritual.

I LOVE reading all of these highly personal accounts of enemas / rectal temperatures being administered in childhood days. THANK YOU so much to all of the posters for sharing these extremely intimate memories.

I understand what @beccarnmc is saying. Viz: (especially during the 1950s/60s/70s) such procedures were very much routine and part of normal, caring, loving family life. Oh sure...you will always have exceptions to the rule & children's reactions will vary enormously too.

In a rough, poor, working - class area of the UK where I grew up in the 1950s / 60s..,enemas were never part of my routine. But...what is relevant are parental attitudes and society's prevailing perception of modesty (children's) at the time.

I do not doubt that my mother loved me, but it could be 'tough love' at times. Children were very much 'kept in their place' by adults and taught respect / manners etc.

We did not have a bathroom in the house. It really was true (this was 1950s UK) that we had separate 'bath nights' (yes...the tin 'hip bath' in front of a coal fire) for males / females.

But...it was a laborious process. So...if ever I came in (in my mother's opinion) dirty / muddy etc. She had no hesitation whatsoever (none) in telling me that I would be having a 'strip wash' straight awayin the kitchen!!

There was a huge stone sink in there. She would half fill it with cold water and then top it up with boiling water from large kettles on the stove / cooker (there was no running hot water).

After swishing around some soapsuds (& checking the water temperature), I had to strip naked and clamber (or be lifted) into the sink. She would then wash, scrub, sponge me etc (sometimes using awful carbolic soap!! ). The thing was though..there were frequently other adults / people around. It did not matter who was there. Aunts, Uncles, neighbourhood women friends, my older sisters...my own friends!!! No...if she decided that I needed to be ' cleaned up'... she did it there and then. Of course, I sometimes tried to protest (especially when I was, say, 9 / 10 years old)...but it was useless / pointless trying to resist.

The thing is....it was all viewed as being completely and totally normal / acceptable...at least insofar as young boys were concerned (my sisters were never treated in such a fashion....but then, they were 5 and 10 years older than me resoectively.

The 'public strip wash scenario' ceased when I was 10. My mother had sadly become seriously ill ( dying when I was nearly 9) and we had moved to a house with a (albeit primitive by modern standards) bathroom.

By age 10 I was getting more self - conscious and I basically would not strip naked for either of my sisters to stand me in a kitchen sink any longer. I 'graduated' to running my own baths upstairs - I would sometimes grudingly allow my older sister to supervise me sometimes.

Not meaning to hi-jack the thread....but merely to illustrate that bathing situations like mine (& the enema treatments described by so many) were indeed 'normal' /'routine' / 'everyday' scenarios..very much of their time / era.

I got regular enemas on Saturday mornings. Mom would wake me and tell me to take off my pyjamas. She placed some large towels on the bed and lay on them in a knee chest position while she lubed me up. Then she got the enema bag, inserted the nozzle and gave me the enema. I usually had an erection.

Look my thing is it is unnecessary to have daily enemas or a "scheduled enema " because it could cross over to abuse in my opinion. If enemas are given too frequently there can become a dependancy on them as well. I truly think based on my childhood the fact I was only given one fleet for severe constipation showed my mom really wanted to use as natural methods as possible: flaxseed oil, prunes, dates, prune juice works just fine. However, this case was severe and my doctor thought of the enema not my mom. My mom even wanted to say no, but my doctor was like it's been five days and I was very uncomfortable. So this was truly done as a last resort.

Enemas should be used in a severe case of constipation or in other words the last resort. Unless of course there is a problem with the bowels like I had as a child, but I had fiber powder and that helped a million. Glad, I found the bag as a teen when I was in puberty. It just seems more fitting in this age to find it on my own rather than being introduced. Introducing the bag early could be problematic unless it is used in necessary cases: severe and frequent constipation. Otherwise, the best thing to do is include lots of fiber. I mean we need more fiber in this processed society anyway.

I don't remember a specific ritual that would announce it was enema day. I think that when I was really young my grandmother would "consult" with my RN mom and suggest I get one. Staying home from school usually resulted in an enema making me one of the star students for attendance over the years. As I got older, probably over 10 they quit suggesting to me that I needed one and went on to the younger kids. I have never heard any mention of enemas from my siblings other than once or twice and have never gotten the impression any got imprinted like I did. Back in the 50's and 60's the bag was a common sight in a bathroom.

@Amy_K Love the do it yourself mentality Instilling privacy young is great and enemas have one purpose only to cure:severe constipation only.

"My stand is if more parents got back to it, as is happening to be the case, we'd have healthier kids. End of rant! "

I could not agree more.

Beccarnmommy said

My stand is if more parents got back to it, as is happening to be the case, we'd have healthier kids. End of rant!

water wet said

I could not agree more.

Don't let your fetishes determine what you think is healthy or use them to decide what you do TO your children. All this "enema for health" stuff is a lot of baloney.

We like enemas. They can be a lot of fun. There is absolutely no evidence enemas make you healthier.

Never had an enema when I was a kid! Neither did my husband! I have to agree that there is no evidence that says enemas make you healthier. They are great fun and make me feel better after I see my waist line back in order. I enjoy being aroused by sexual desire and excitement and the attention my husband gives me. That all happened after I was 30 years old. I never gave my children enemas either.

Don't let your fetishes determine what you think is healthy or use them to decide what you do TO your children. All this "enema for health" stuff is a lot of baloney.

We like enemas. They can be a lot of fun. There is absolutely no evidence enemas make you healthier.

I couldn't agree more. I was imprinted by mom and if you make your children take enemas because you think they are healthy all you are doing is transferring your fetish to them.

@switchablesusie Well said. Thank you. Let one's desires be separate from being a parent...

@SwitchableSusie , I couldn't disagree with you more!!! Enemas not healthy?? "Enemas for health" baloney??

I don't know what side of the world you come from, but there are medical conditions that, without enemas, could/would become life-threatening!! I know - I'm a healthcare professional.

Many children have dysfunctional bowels due to various medical conditions (e.g. spina bifida, cerebral palsy, muscular dystrophy, spinal cord injuries, brain injuries, just to name a few) that without the use of enemas would lead to significant consequences if the stool is not flushed out (laxatives are NOT always the answer in many cases). Some require daily enemas, some less often. I, for one, as I've reported a number of times, suffered from colic bowels during my childhood for which there were no remedies EXCEPT enemas - in the hospitals, emergency rooms, and home - and I gladly accepted them to avoid the pain and suffering I would have endured without them. Did they lead me to become attached to an enema fetish? Probably, but not every kid who gets enemas become klismos. In fact, most of them don't!

Yes, there are those who believe in holistic, homeopathic, and naturopathic medical practices that might be questionable, but their beliefs in using home-based remedies, including regular use of enemas, is not without foundation as they are based on BELIEFS, not sexuality.

There are those of us who suffer various bowel maladies. I have been diagnosed (as an adult) with Irritable Bowel Syndrome ("IBS") and the ONLY remedy I have found for immediate relief is a high-volume saline enema. I've tried diet changes, medications, herbs, laxatives, etc., only to run up against a stone wall. Saline enemas work, at least for me, and I'm betting for thousands of other sufferers as well.

As for allowing your fetish to control what you do to your children, it's like when you have sex with your spouse: do you share that with your children when you give them a bath, or keep it behind closed doors where it belongs? Most "good" parents know how to separate what they do behind closed doors from what they need to do to take care of their kids. If they don't, they shouldn't have kids! And I'm betting there are a lot of members here who have done just that. Don't deny children medically necessary treatment just because of what you do behind closed doors. Parents need to know how to "turn off" those thoughts, feelings and emotions associated with their sexual activities when dealing with their children's welfare.

Back in the 70s and 80s, if you admitted to being a gay man, you were automatically labeled a "pedophile". It caused a major outcry from the LGBT organizations because it was an unfair label and based on myths, not facts. Yes, there are gay men who ARE pedophiles, but there are more straight people who are too. The last thing we want is for someone to start labeling klismos pediphiles because they give their kids enemas. If there's a good medical reason for the enemas, they are NOT pedophiles, just parents/guardians trying to take care of their kids often under doctors' orders. Again, they do what THEY enjoy behind closed doors where it belongs.

As I said, I suffer from IBS. When I have a flare-up, that's when enemas are NOT enjoyable because it's painful to take enemas during a IBS flare-up, at least for me. But they work! Afterwards, the pain is gone, I'm in remission, and that's when enemas become a different thing altogether ("fun" as you call it). But enemas keep me healthy in light of a medical condition that require them. Yes, there is such thing as ENEMAS FOR HEALTH.

Okay, I'll get off my soapbox now!

Alex

luvmawater said

@SwitchableSusie , I couldn't disagree with you more!!! Enemas not healthy?? "Enemas for health" baloney??

I don't know what side of the world you come from, but there are medical conditions that, without enemas, could/would become life-threatening!! I know - I'm a healthcare professional.

Enemas as SPECIFIC treatment modalities for specific medical conditions are OK.

Enemas once a week because the kids need to be cleaned out is ridiculous.