Being seen receiving an enema

When I would spend summer vacation with my aunt I got enemas every Fri nite. She had 2 children Boy and Girl so we seen each other getting the enemas.

Yes, my older sister has watched our mommy give me many many enemas and suppositories over the years. My mommy started giving me enemas and suppositories once ... TRUE infancy on the advice of my pediatrician for my ongoing constipation problems. I have also recieved many of both also at my pediatrician's office where both my mommy and sister watched. I have also been seen by a couple of my Aunts. I never minded because it was just part of my routine when needed !!

I remember more than 50 years ago as a child, attending a birthday party, all of the kids were lined up in the bathroom and were given enemas one at a time, don't remember the details as I was not all that aware at the time, I hated enemas. I remember each one getting their enema in the bathtub, I think they were standing, but can't remember. They took their turns on the toilet. I came from a Portuguese family, I wonder if this was a common thing in that society. I think the reason was that we were all eating what we would today call, junk food, all the cake and ice cream. There was no privacy, like being lined up to be executed, got an enema one at a time. I wonder if this happened in other societies?

I also remember one night, on the way to an event, happened to be a wrestling match, what was once called "big time wrestling," it was anticipated that I'd be eating junk food, hot dogs, etc. The person we were going with made the comment to me, "enema tonight." I don't recall my age, I'm sure I was over 10 years old. I didn't get an enema that night. Again, as a child, I hated enemas, but something changed through the years as I experimented with my mother's amber latex enema bag that was always hanging in the shower, usually had a small enema nozzle but sometimes had a douche nozzle, I didn't know the difference at the time, I just assumed the larger nozzle was for adults.

Normally when I received enemas, it was a private affair, my mother holding me down while a neighbor inserted the nozzle.

the hoseman

My sister and I were given enemas at the same time, so it was just a normal part of my early enemas. Having someone other than the giver watch me get enemas adds to the fun for me.

I was scheduled for my first ever barium enema because of some persistant pain in my abdomen. The prep had been a gallon of golytely - which had made me so nauseous I could not finish the solution.

I assumed all would be well since I had spent a whole evening on the toilet and went to the appointment at the radiological clinic the next morning. I sat in the waiting room, the only male in a room full of hugely pregnant women who were there for ultrasound. The receptionist called out through her window in a loud voice "Mr.Hyde, for the barium enema, step through the door to the left." Every eye turned toward me and more than a few grins could be seen on my pregnant audience.

The female X-ray tech asked how the prep had gone and I told them about the nausea and they said I should have called and they would have given me an alternate prep. They suggested I cancel and repeat the prep but I neither wanted to repeat the process or lose another day of work.

She conferred with the doctor and they agreed to do the preliminary X-ray to determine if the bowel was empty, and if not she would administer an enema if I agreed. I did not want to come back again, so I agreed.

Of course I was not clear enough and they said I would need a tap water enema. I thought that I might be in for an adventure, but instead they led me in my backless gown to a bathroom in the hall and told me to wait. Shortly the tech returned, knocked and entered carrying a very full Fleet bagenema.

She hung the bag on the clothes hook next to the door and asked if I had ever had an enema. I told her I had, but it had been when I was a teen, many years before. She said, "well, just remove the green tip, insert this in your rectum, bend over the toilet, and slide open the clip. Take as much as you can, then empty into the toilet. Keep doing that until the bag is empty. When you are done, just call me - I'll be just down the hall. If you're not running clear, we may have to reschedule the appointment."

She left and closed the door, so I bent over, inserted the tip, and started the flow. I was feeling very full and was about to stop when the door flew open and a frantic pregnant lady and another female tech were in the doorway. They said, "Ohhhh, sorry, we thought the bathroom was empty." Meanwhile I am bent over, tube up my behind, bottom facing them with half a bag of water flowing into me. They didn't leave until I am sure they got an eyeful of my predicament. They closed the door and left me to endure my embarrassment.

After a couple of fills, the enema was over and I sheepishly stuck my head out the door and called my tech. She asked if everything had come out alright and put the empty bag in the trash can. She apologized for the intrusion and said they make the ladies drink and drink for their ultrasounds and their bladders are ready to burst by the time they were allowed to go to the bathroom. She told me not to feel bad, the techs give barium enemas all day and had seen it all.

Little comfort; since the lady who saw me was still in the office after my visit and grinned as I did the walk of shame through the waiting room.

Remember it like it was yesterday!

My mom and my playmate's mom were believers in frequent enemas, and on a few occasions Janet and I were given enemas at the same time. Since we were already watching each other "pooh" outside and had talked about the enemas, we both were enjoying it, our moms decided we were enjoying it too much so the simultaneous enemas stopped before first grade. Fast forward to the Magik and Fetish shop on Sunset in L.A. in 1997 Valarie, formerly of Grande Dames, did several enema demos. I participated in one where first Valarie gave Tessie a wine enema, then asked for a volunteer from the mostly male audience. I hesitated to see if anyone else came forward, and then I did, so in front of an audience of probably 20 people Valarie gave me a tap water enema. I enjoyed being watched.

Enemas were more common place when I was young. My aunts saw me numerous times, my brother and cousins too. On a few occasions one my moms friends.

My husband has seen me giving myself an enema may times. I don't have to sneak them around him.

I was brought up in the 1950 when enemas were quite common. Our mother would give us weekly enemas as a health routine, more when sick and they usually were given in the bathroom and the door was most of the time left open, so I was often seen by my sister or my aunt if she was visiting as she lives closed to us. My sisters enemas became private once she reached puberty as she was 3 years older than me.

Only my mother and wife, who have both given me enemas, have seen me receive an enema. I am not sure why, but it seems to me I would be somewhat embarrassed for my wife to see me giving myself an enema, especially if she unexpectedly discovered me in the process.

It depends on who you ask. Once, a few months ago, late at night when I thought everyone else was asleep, my teenage son ran into the bathroom. I was lying on my back on the bathroom floor, douche nozzle inserted, combo bag hung high, mid flow. I can't recall if I was erect or not, but my genitals would have been in plain view.

I heard him say, "I didn't just see that." He turned and walked out as quickly as he'd run in, closing the door behind him. I continued with my enema session.

That was the only time anyone has ever seen me taking an enema.

He's aware I have some interest in enemas, having seen web search criteria and you tube videos on the topic in going to use my phone. It is slightly embarrassing but I try not to express any of feelings of disquiet when the subject comes up. I just act as if it is a rather normal thing. He seems relatively acceptant of that, as much as a teenage boy can be anyhow.

With my -ex, I was comfortable enough that, when I needed to, would fill the bag while she was in bed watching TV, and would hang the bag so I could talk to her while I received the water. It did not seem embarrassing to me to be seen by her.

One time in the hospital in the 80's after abdominal surgery my Dr. prescribed return flow enemas for distention from gas. During the procedure which took about 15 minutes several nurses aids came in individually and talked with the RN while she was repeatedly raising and lowering the enema can on me. I could have been a fly on the wall. The RN didn't miss a beat with the enema, very professional. The Aids talked to the RN without even acknowledging there was an enema being given in their presence. It was kind of exciting. The nurse then gave me a soapsuds enema later, took her about 10 minutes, same thing happened. Funny thing, she filled the bucket up, but would only let me take 15 Oz.

On my most recent surgical experience last month, an aid wanted to remove my IV's. The nurse who was preparing my enema ask her to wait saying "I'm going to be giving an enema, can you come back later". This was an amazing 1.5 Qt. tap water enema.

It wasn't like I was on display when I was getting an enema from mom. Enemas were given in the 'family bathroom'. Having two older teenage sisters meant one or the other would need to come in for some grooming 'emergency' from time to time. While I didn't like the intrusion, it wasn't the end of the world.

The worst intrusion came when I was 11. A college buddy of my dad and his family was passing through town and were going to stay the night. With the house clean and prepared for guests, mom announced there was enough time to give me an enema before they arrived. I couldn't believe mom thought now, of all times, was a good time to give me an enema. I quickly realized I wasn't going to change her mind so I switched to hurry up mode to get this over with quickly. In record time I was naked and on all-fours on the bathmat asking mom to hurry up with her preparations.

Finally, the nozzle was in place and the clamp was opened. Then the doorbell rang. I moaned "Mom, see, I told you" and started to get up. Mom gave me a spank and told me to lay still. Both sisters opened the bathroom door saying "They're here. What do we do?" Mom said "Keep them company with your dad and we'll be along as soon as we can."

I couldn't believe mom was continuing the enema, but I knew there was no point debating it. Although I couldn't make it out, we heard talking and laughing moving through the house. I stared at the bag hanging over me and tried to relax to as best I could so that the enema bag would empty quickly (Enemas weren't finished until the bag was empty). I was almost empty when the bathroom door swung open. It was the 12 year old son of our guests. I was frozen in place trying not to start spraying out right then and there on the floor. He said “Oh, wow, sorry. Is there another bathroom in the house?" Mom answered him firmly "Downstairs!" He closed the door and ran off.

Eager to get out of there, I said "All right that's it" and reached for the clamp. Mom was unyielding, "Not till we're finished". I looked at the bag and to my horror, it was nearly full again. I had squeezed most of my enema back into the bag. It was an agonizing few minutes before I was able to see that the bag was emptying back into me and it seemed like forever before the bag was sucked down flat. Finally satisfied, mom closed the clamp and I plucked out the nozzle and dashed to the toilet.

I shared my bedroom with him and that night he apologized for the intrusion, but admitted that it wasn't totally an accident. He figured from what my sisters and dad were saying (and not saying) that I must be getting an enema and wanted to confirm his suspicions. He admitted that he gets enemas too and even does it himself when he's alone. I admitted the same. It was great discovering that I wasn't alone in my guilty pleasure.

I have been seen receiving an enema from my aunt when she was here with my mom. Other than that my enemas are private.

Janet S

My sister saw me getting enemas from step dad ,cause she got a few right after i did

I've had the pleasure of being attended to by another Zity member, and it was great. I was able to just relax and enjoy the moment for a change instead of having to be concerned with lubing my anus and prepping the solution and nozzle for insertion. I just got relaxed in the knee-chest position and waited for the ultimate experience to begin. Started with a soapy and ended with likely multiple rinses prior to a shower and some anal training for effect!

When i was a child my grandmother applied me enemas. She was assisted by two housemaids. It was really embarrassing, see housemaids laughing at my situation. After a while I lost the shame and enjoyed sessions enemas.

Not me fully. I mean when I got the one and only when I was 9. I took off and when I got to the bedroom my sister knew what had happened. I was naked still. But I used to catch sight of her getting them.

My son walked in once when my ex was giving me an enema. I jumped a foot in the air. I was totally embarrassed!

Any parent forcing an enema on a child is an abuser, period. No matter how "necessary" the enema might seem, when the child says "stop," that word means only one thing. I developed a very early love of enemas, and obviously learned them somewhere. But still it was parental abuse. The "last word" on the topic come from the late Alice Miller, a Swiss psychologist who is seen as a monumental authority on childhood abuse. http://www.alice-miller.com/readersmail_en.php?nid=1151

^^^ Topic relates to "Being seen receiving an enema".....has nothing to do with any kind of abuse...perceived or real...For the greater part most parents take interest in their childrens health /wellbeing...and attend to their needs in a caring fashion...That's the way it was for both myself and other family members....I cannot recall any of us being teased as a result of being given an Enema either....few snickers & a bit of a laugh but that's about it....Perhaps by having the procedure explained early on allayed ones concerns....so rather than feeling fearful in being given an Enema the result somehow made making it more acceptable....Actually being co-operative helped.

There were a few times I had been seen though fleetingly,much the same as I too had known a sibling was going to be given one....Hard not to notice when my mother had prepared the Enema & had to either head down the passageway or walk across the family room holding a full soapy douche can.....Apart from that there were 2 aunts (one in particular) & a Grandmother who also were privy to this both as a youngster & as an adolescent.

My mom gave me enemas until I was just about 10 years old. My sister who is 3 years older than me watched almost all the ones I received. There was one time I remember because I was truly embarrassed and was only 8 years old at the time when my sister and friend, who I remember her name was Joanne, both watched me get one. Joanne stayed overnight at our house and my mom gave me the enema I remember right after breakfast, which I didn't eat and I guess was one of the reasons I got an enema. My sister and Joanne were close to 12 years old then. Some of the details are vague in my memory, but I do remember my sister and Joanne watching me put up a big fuss about getting the enema. I also had an aunt who was only 5 years older than me and on occasion would get to watch me get an enema.

Our mom gave us all enemas, regularly. I have 2 sisters and 1 brother.

Everyone saw everything.

My sister saw me getting an enema, very embarrassing at the time, but it gave me the desire to be seen while getting an enema

No one ever saw me half naked over my mother's lap having the red bulb syringe inserted several times. In our house enemas were private. We might have known when a sib was getting an enema, but as always, it was behaind closed doors.

One of four kids, we all were subject to mom's enemas, My first bag enema followed a good movement, ( I did't let on ) so the enema to me....was a pleasure, my mom noticed that unlike the other kids ( a sister and two brothers) I was able to let go , relax, and enjoy the enema. she had a way of lightly massaging our bottom and thighs, just missing our genitals, and took a minute or two to massage vasiline into our anal opening. I remember that she let my genitals fall between her warm thighs as I was placed over her lap, she always wore a top and underwear. Of course, we were quite naked.

So, I became an example, and mom would bring in one kid at a time to observe how easy I made it, and how I seemed to enjoy it, later when my sister was a teen, and I was about 12, she let my sister put the nozel in so could see the procedure, and understand how gently and easily it was done. All us kids shared story's about our enemas as adults, and we all came to enjoy enemas as adults as a result of mom's having us share in the learning process.

Well the same Is here for me . When my MOM started giving me enemas every week . I was naked laying over her lap . Getting a good enema with a red bulb syringe . An she never closed the bathroom door . So if my older brother or sister came by they had full view of me getting my enemas . One time they both just stood their making fun of me . An MOM told them if they didn't stop they'd be next .

Give me a break an others HOSEMAN ! I mean your like all the others on here that get it WRONG. As to giving kids enemas by their MOM Good thing you didn't grow up back in the 40's, 50 's and 60's when kids got LOTS of enemas from their MOM's. I was one an I sure don't ever look at my enemas from my MOM as CHILD ABUSE ! MOM's back then were the doctor. They didn't have all the money to run their kids to doctors. So they took care of their kids. And no stupid government stuck their nose into a MOM giving their kids enemas. I thank GOD my MOM got me into the love of ENEMAS !