Being seen receiving an enema

Once, and I honestly don't remember it.

I was a child, guessing around 7 or 8 years old.

My mother tells me that she had a neighbor lady over when I was to get an enema, and she was in the bathroom when mom gave me the enema.

I don't recall her being there at all. Wonder if I've somehow blocked this from my memory? Mom swears that she was there.

(Dad would frequently look in when mom was giving me enemas, but, did not stay to watch the whole process)

C.

Don't think so. My mother would have made it private and not for other brothers to see. I had a lot of surgery from birth up until age 13, so I may have been seen in the hospital getting an enema from mom or another nurse, but I have no recollection of it. Otherwise, the only ones to see me getting enemas were my girlfriends or ex-wife who was giving it to me, and that was a distinct and intense pleasure.

Many years ago I was in a hotel in SanFransisco and I deliberately left the curtain open one afternoon. I took an enema in plain view of the window. I don't know for sure if I was seen. But the thought of it really enhanced the experience.

Mom's enemas were always in total privacy, but once in a hospital for rectal exam prep I got two enemas from a nurse. During the second round two other medical assistants walked to the cabinet to refill supplies. I was a bit embarrassed.

Growing up i got several enemas for either medical or health reasons, my mother was always very discrete about giving them in privacy. At the age 11 when she quietly told me you are going to get an enema this afternoon . I was nervous and excited not knowing what to expect.

After getting the enema i was relieved and excited but was always afraid to admit i liked enemas.. During my teen years my mother knew i enjoyed getting them and was very private about giving me one. Since that time i have always had an enema fetish that i enjoy discussing it with interested parties

My enemas from mom were always in the bathroom in private. I had a couple of hospital enemas and they were in private also.

Our doctor, stinky cigar lit, gave me enemas from the time I can remember. He came to the house. When I was maybe 7 or 8 he would give me a complete physical exam and he stunk like cigars. My sisters got the same thing and we would compare notes afterwards on how bad he smelled. Interestingly enough, I enjoy a beautiful Cuban when I get the chance now and of course, it brings back those enema memories.

My parents divorced when I was 8, and his visits increased with just my mom being the only adult. Not sure what went on because they would be downstairs and I would be tucked into bed after he was done with the enemas. I have survived two bouts of prostate cancer and I still have my prostate with no chemo, radiation or surgery. I believe I owe it to the rigorous enema schedule the old stinky doc had us on.

My mom and aunt both jumped on board and so us three kids got them all the time, sometimes all together so yes people saw me taking enemas. My mom gave them to friends and I got them from neighbors if I was staying over and so much as coughed or sneezed. My sister had red hair and I really liked watching her take them. She watched me and if I squirmed or mom gave me a swat she would laugh and laugh and get into such trouble with my aunt who was very strict and serious.

I've been seen by siblings on rare occasions and at home I tend to take enemas on my bed or in our bathroom so husband has seen or lent a hand on many occasions but it's no secret I use them so it's fine

Like many here that grew up in the 50's, enemas were used regularly in our house. The family combination syringe gear was frequently on display in the bathroom drying out after use. Nothing out of the ordinary to see enema equipment, or talk about a recently administered or received enema.

But the session itself was almost always a private affair between mom and the recipient, behind the closed bathroom door. On only one occasion I remember I was soaking in the tub while my brother was given one of mom's regular over-the-toilet enemas, but she had drawn the shower curtain part way at my brother's request so I was only able to catch a few peeks.

The closest I came to being seen was when mom's sister walked into the bathroom as mom was hanging up the bag and hose to dry and I was sitting on the toilet. She told her that she had just given me a "good" enema and that was very embarrassing. I turned six shades of red when my aunt asked me "do you feel better after your enema?"

I can only remember one time in which I was seen receiving an enema from Mom. The event occurred when I was probably eleven or so. Mom had just started injecting the water into me with her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe when Mom's mother, Mam-Maw, opened the bathroom door. There I was in all my glory.... She just stood there while Mom finished giving me my enema and then both of them left the room while I expelled the enema....thank God!

Growing up, I was seen by my mother, grandmother, sister, a couple of aunts, and several of Mom's friends. Most of her friends, and Grandma's gave and received enemas with their children, and some also shared with each other.

Back then enemas were a common procedure at homes everywhere. Since then, I have lost count of how many have seen me, shared with me.

Our Nanny helped my Mother give me one or two. I was very ill with either Mumps or Chicken Pox or the like and the enemas were given to me in bed instead of in the bathroom on hands & knees. I was pretty young and very ill so don't remember much other than one held the bag and the other dealt with my butt. One of many enemas. --Oh and Happy New Year folk!

the boxcar

Another couple of events that may or may not qualify for this Discussion; I was in the hospital having a work-up for some colon studies and the Floor Nurse asked if a couple of other young nurses could participate since SSe enemas were rarely ordered. We made 'light of it' as best we could under the circumstances. It was kinda fun.

The same thing happened last year at my Primary Clinic and my Primary ordered two SSe. The clinic nurse asked if two other nurses could participate and/or watch. No fun & games however....strictly 'by the numbers'. I did assist in the training by stating some of the procedures.

the boxcar

I have been, more so as a kid. Quite embarassing still. Never quite got over it

My first ever bag enema at 5 was seen by both my sisters. The whole operation took me by surprise as I recall playing in my room with them right before mom gave it too me. Perhaps I was constipated, I don't recall. But I know I was not sick as I had just come home from kindergarten. One minute playing with my blocks and toys, the next, naked in the tub and howling as I am filled with soapy water as both sisters stand in the door watching. My father also saw me at times as did the grandparents

I remember when I was about 12, my aunt was in the process of preparing a warm soapy enema for me. I was laying on the bed face down with just my undershirt bare bottom when the buzzer rang. It was her friend stopping by to say hi. I CLEARLY remember my aunt saying to Anna that she was about to give me an enema and she was free to watch.

She was delighted and took up the invitation. I was embarrased, yet excited. The both of them were in the bathroom and I could hear Anna say that she never gave an enema and she wanted to know how it is done. She wanted to give her kids a good cleaning out after they ate junk food.

After a few minutes, the both of them came into the bedroom, my aunt holding her usual red open top bag full and the suds were leaking from the top in her left hand and the red hose coil in her right hand. Attached to the hose was the black bakelite nozzle and the silver pinch clamp. I saw a couple of drops come from the nozzle's end. I also smelled the usual scent of Ivory soap.

She then passed the bag for Anna to hold freeing up her hands to do other things. She opened up the drawer on the nightstand and took out a jar of Vaseline with the metal screwtop. She explained to Anna to lube the nozzle as well as the “victim's” hole. Then I felt her fingers part my buttocks and rub some Vaseline on my opening. In about 5 seconds later I felt the black nozzle slide into me.

She said to Anna she could hang the bag up on a hook that was into the long bedpost. After the bag was hung with care I heard the “SNAP” of the clamp and felt the very warm soapy water start to fill me. I looked up at Anna's face and she had a sinister smirk on her face and her eyes were glued on my buttocks. I started to cramp and my Aunt pinched the hose and explained to Anna that happens and if I acted up, a spanking would follow. I think Anna would have liked to see it. I took the enema and the bag flattened. Then the nozzle was removed. As I was in the bathroom, I heard my Aunt say to Anna that it was a good thing to follow up with a warm rinse enema afterwards.

Then she asked Anna if she wanted to administer it and my Aunt would see if it was done right. She quickly said yes and I got the second enema from Anna but no spanking.

At home my mother, granny, aunt's, sister friends at the hospital. Most kids would see enemas of each other, so lost count long time ago

My sisters always made up some excuse to get in the bathroom while mom was giving me an enema & they would peek between moms knees to see my hardon or if i was expelling. My dick was standing straight up, i had a towel over it & it looked like a tent! They would point & giggle & mom would finally kick them out, very embarrasing!

Yes. Most were in the hospital. I was going to list the most humiliating ones, but even those were too many to list, but suffice it to say they were all bag enemas where i was exposed for 10-15 min ... Had a few fleets and suppositories that were observed, but they were quick. In and done.

Even though my sister and I played with the enema bulb in the bathtub, giving ourselves and each other small enemas from when we were about six and eight, I never saw my mother give her one and she never saw me get one from her either. We would often know what was going on because mom would say, “Cheryl, it is time for your enema”, in front of my sister while we were watching TV but then the bathroom door was shut throughout the whole thing. I knew some cousins and friends also got enemas, but I never saw any of them actually get them. The only person other than my mother, grandmother, and sister to actually see me get an enema was my BFF in junior high. One day when we were together after school, I really needed an enema and hinted she should go home until I was done but she stayed to watch me give it to myself.

Many times by student nurses who were there for training as second year students. It was fun to watch them and their reaction. You could always spot the ones that had never had or even seen an enema before.

I grew up getting enemas as it was common back then. One Friday night I was 13 dad was administering the stay health enema full bag. I was over his lap, briefs pulled down, butt was facing the bathroom door with the nozzle inserted. The door was half opened & I heard mom tell dads friend that he was giving jr an enema, next thing i know dads friend was at the door talking to him about fixing a car that night. He saw me getting the enema. Dad told him he would stop as his house as soon as he was finished giving me the enema. It was so awkward knowing that he saw me in that position but like I said enemas were common back then…..

He was the same friend that drove with dad to work and dropped me at school in the morning. One morning we were in the living room he was there and I told dad I didn't feel good. He said I couldn't stay home if I didnn't have a fever and he would be late for work. He came back with the thermometer and vaseline told me to take down my pants and briefs. His friend was right there as dad put the thermometer in my butt. No fever so I went to school.

I have been seen once getting an enema, and it was by my mother who was giving it to me when I was little after doctors advice for my constipation. I was in fifth grade when it happened. I know she did not like doing it, and besides that she had given me one suppository, also as advised by my doctor. Other then that that is the only time anything of the sort has happened to me, and I do not remember it much at all.

I have however given myself several enemas as I am now older, and enjoy them very much.

Enemas were no big deal in my family and were given often to everyone. My older sisters not only saw me getting enemas but also gave me occasionally.

I especially enjoyed the Higginson syringe enemas from my oldest sister. I would hold the bag for their enemas when they asked me to. Also in my teens, my female neighbour friend would give me enemas.

Sister, father, grandma, aunt, neighbor lady, neighbor lady daughter, girlfriend, wife's girlfriends.

When I would catch sight of my sister getting an enema it was so fast that there was nothing to really see and it was not a turn-on when I was young. I mean it would be if mom opened the door for some reason and then closed it again really fast. I had to be walking to our room. The timing had to be perfect. But like I said it was no big deal. When early and she was young mom would leave the door open a little to let cool air in.

Now I see it a lot and she has seen me. Her girlfriend gives to her and she gives to her girlfriend. This is if her girlfriend and I haven't done enemas earlier or when they come home from drinking or to get rid of a hangover. If her girlfriend and I had done enemas earlier then she is all my sisters. I tried to explain before that my bathroom is huge. As you walk in there is an arch doorway so there is no door. There is a garden tub to the left with jets. On the right is my makeup table/double sink big mirror surrounded by lights. Then a little further in is a shower on the left nothing on the right. The potty sits at the very back facing the doorway. From my bed, I can look straight in and see everything. It has heat lamps to heat the tile floors. Four people can easily stretch out side by side in all directions. So everyone uses my bathroom for enemas and to bathe.

In middle school, my girlfriends and I Iiked the same boy. At lunch, he told us he had to have an enema. We couldn’t wait for the bell to ring that afternoon so we could go the one friend’s house with the eccentric parents. They allowed us to burn candle for seances and witchcraft. Candles lit and incense burning, we “cast a spell” on him so the school nurse would give him an enema with her office door open when we all just happened to be walking by. So plausible!

My aunt was present when I received enemas on the bathroom floor. Mom called her in because I struggled against her inserting the bulb nozzle. As my aunt held my legs, she could not stop talking and cooing and consoling me. It was embarrassing because I was constantly aware there was a voice behind me talking to my butt and that she had a closeup view of my butthole being filled.

My oldest brother and I shared a room for a while, and while I was sick in high school, he saw my dad give me a colon tube enema. It was pretty embarrassing because I think that was the biggest erection I ever got from an enema. Both of my brother saw me get enemas at different points in time. My dad never closed the bathroom door.

When enemas were a routine part of my care I would be secured into my enema /shower wheelchair and rolled into shower to be given it. My aide /nurse or both would prepare, administer, supervise and clean up.