When and How did your Mom "wean" you away from her giving you enemas?

Mom gave me enemas from as early as I can remember. As with most here, at first with a bulb. Later, I got them from a bag. At about 9 Mom decided that I was old enough to give them to myself. From then until I was about 12 we progressed from Mom deciding that I needed one and getting everything ready for me to take. Next came that I would ask her for one and she would leave the enema bag in the bathroom for me to get ready and take. Finally, she told me that I could take one whenever I wanted and she showed me where she kept the enema bag hanging in her closet. I was to tell her I was going to take an enema, get the bag, take my enema, clean everything up and put it away.

It was a sudden thing, not a weaning, in my case. Mom always wanted to decide when the enema can came out and she the giver, in my case until 11 or so. The next time was at 15 when I was ill with pneumonia and required a couple of enemas.

My Mom didn't give me the green light until age 13 and she always filled the bag. She'd always say,"How much-half a bag?" I, being the macho male teen would say,"No, fill it up."

She would do so and say,"Well alright-if you think you can." She'd be out the door, I'd lock it and be in heaven. God! I loved that amber latex bag and hose(Faultless).

I was about 12 when my sister (2 yrs younger) and I both had a case of whatever flu was going around. I remember my Mother talking to the family doctor on the phone and as was common at the time (early 50's)he prescribed enemas for the both of us. The weapon of choice in our house was a good old 2 qt combination bag.

Mom gave my sister an enema first. I had had quite a few enemas from Mom and for some reason I offered to take my own, and she said to go ahead and take mine and asked if I had any questions. I took my own enemas after that whenever I felt I "needed" one.

Mom gave my enemas with me lying face down on her bed, so I assume she didn't see the erections. When I was 13 we visited an aunt in Utah. Aunt Ester and Mom decided to give me an enema. My Aunt administered the bag enema with me on the bathroom floor, in the knee chest position, and the inevitable happened. When we got back home, I only got around a half dozen bag enemas, but now with me on the bathroom floor in the knee chest position. Of course I got erections, and of course Mom could observe. From then on she switched me to a Correctol laxative pill.

Mom stopped giving me enemas when I was around 13.But she showed me how to use the syringe and where she kept it. I only had to tell her when I was going to be using it.

The last enema my mother gave me was when I was 16. She always gave me the enemas while I was sitting on the toilet. That is how she took an enema EVERY day. Then when I was 18 I had a hangover from drinking to much beer. She said I would fell better if I had a BM. Then she suggested and enema. Of course I said yes because I enjoyed them. She prepared the enema and hung the full bag in the bathroom and called me in. She was holding the nozzle and ask me if I wanted her to give it to me. I said no because I knew I would get an erection because I got one the last time she gave me an enema. At that time she scolded me asking, "have you been playing with that again?" She told me to take the hole bag and left the bathroom.

I don't have fond memories of my childhood enemas. When I was very young, I had a problem with chronic constipation. Mom would fill an enema bag while I was outside playing, then call me in. She'd sit on the toilet and pull me across her lap then roughly shove the douch nozzle of a combination bag into my rectum without any lube. At that age, it felt like she was splitting me in two. Then she'd release the clamp and let the water flow full-force into me. It was horrible. I don't remember getting any enemas after I got to be school age, but she always kept the bag hanging from the shower rod in the bathroom with the douche nozzle attached.

When I got a little older, I experimented and found that I enjoyed prostate massage. When taking a shower, I'd insert the nozzle into my rectum and slowly slide it in and out, but without any water in the bag. I continued to enjoy anal stimulation, but didn't start doing enemas for fun until I was in the Navy and a co-worker mentioned that he frequently took them for his health. The idea kind of turned me on so I went and bought a combination bag and tried it. From then on, I was hooked.

After the enema's that got me started I guess my Mother though I was old enough to solo my enemas.One afternoon when she got home from work she came into my bedroom with a brand new Crest hot water bottle syringe.I still have the box and the nozzle's that were in it ,one infant,one adult and one douche nozzle,the bag and hose deteriorated and had to be thrown away.Brings back memories every time I look at the now rough and frayed box.I will show pictures when able to post to galley.

At about the age of 13 mom thought I was old enough to give myself an enema. So anytime I feigned a bellyache or constipation, she'd "talk" me into an enema and prepare the bagfull of soasuds to enema myself. Of course there were still times when she thought I was too ill to be able to give myself a good enema. The last she gave me was at 17.

I got enemas with the bulb otk from 4 to 9, then the bag either buns up kneeling or on my back. They were given by mom and sometimes an aunt. I always got an erection (long before I knew what an "erection" was!) and was told early on that it was normal. One day at age 14 mom said I needed an enema. I got undressed and lay on the towel for the enema, with an erection as usual. When mom put the douche nozzle in I had an orgasm, mom gave me a washcloth and told me to wipe myself off. She then gave me the enema, it was the last one she gave me, solo from then on.

My mom stopped giving me enemas when the need for them was no longer required, looking back i think bad eating habits was one of the factors of my problem

I started at a very young age. My mother believed, as did a lot of other mothers back then, that kids needed to be cleaned out regularly. I got them weekly until I left home at 17, first from my mother and later from my older sister.

She also didnt "wean me off". They stopped when I left home to join the navy. I got them when I came home on leave for a year or so after that and by that time, i was doing them myself.

I didn't get weaned. they just stopped when i was 7 yrs. old. I started self-administring when i was 8. babysitter caught me the first time. She told her mother, who made her stop babysitting me, so that she wouldn't be corrupted by that "nasty 8 yr.old boy".

I'd been walking to and from school alone since the since the second grade, but when it came to health matters, mom was strictly in charge. The concept of even thinking about asking to do my own enemas was absurd. Regardless of the fact that I'd been taking enemas on the sly.Mom had a blame-the-victim attitude when it came to illness. She felt she had to take matters into her own hands to remedy the situation.

A convergence of circumstances conspired to end mom's enemas. I attending a school some distance away that resulted in long hours for me. She was working a job that took her out of the house. Consequently she couldn't monitor my bowels habits as closely as she had been. Finally, my post puberty erections were very obvious during an enema, not only making me embarrassed as all get out but also causing mom to want to avoid facing the idea of my sexuality. Not to mention explaining any of it to me.

My Mom never left it for me to give myself an enema. She always gave them to me right up until I finished University and left home in my mid-20's.

My Mom changed doctors and the new doctor did not believe in enemas at all. He told my Mom that enemas were bad for me and that she should give me a laxative called "Castoria". So, as a result, my Mom started the business of giving me Castoria, something I learned to hate very much. I repeatedly begged Mom for an enema instead of that awful tasting stuff, but Mom did not revert back. I even threw up the stuff a few times in front of Mom to hopefully make her feel sorry for me. But, Mom still did not revert back. Finally, one day while my Mam-Maw was visiting, I went over to her and asked her for assistance. She looked rather stunned that her grandson had asked her to help him get his Mom to give him an enema. She inquired as to why I'd want an enema instead of the Castoria. I told her and took her hand and pleaded "please." Mom-Maw looked down at the floor and then back at me. I again pleaded "please!" She rubbed her eyes and seamed to be asking herself is this boy crazy? I again pleaded, "Mam-Maw, I love you and I need your help! Will you please convince Mom to forget the Castoria and start giving me enemas again," She finally shook her head and got up and went into the kitchen where Mom was sitting smoking her "Salem." I followed.and was standing behind her when Mam-Maw began to speak. She asked Mom why she refused to give her son enemas? Mom strained her neck around her Mom and glared at me. I could see discuss in her eyes. I looked her in the eyes and said "please, Mama!" She straightened up and looked her Mom in the face ad said, "Mom, Dr. Allison advised me to stop giving them to him and begin giving him Castoria. She went on to state "he told me enemas were not good for anyone, especially children." Mam Maw then stated "Mary, your former doctor never once advised against it, did he? Mama shook her head and said "no, in fact, he advised me to do it instead of giving Mike oral laxatives." Mam Maw then said, "\well, Mary, one says yes, one says no. Which one do you believe? I for one believe in the old doc and not this new one. I take enemas myself."

Mom didn't say anything more than that she would think about it. Well, Mam Maw left the house about 30 minutes later while I was in the tv room. Mom came in and sat down next to me and started to rub my back. I leaned back and said "thank you, Mom." Mom continued to message my shoulder area. It felt really good. It about put me to sleep. Finally, Mom stopped, stood up and left the room. About five minutes later Mom came back into the room and asked if I wanted her to give me an enema. I smiled up at her and she said, well, come on. When I reached my bath room I noticed that she had one waiting on me. I hugged her neck and she kissed my cheek and said, "ok, Mike, you can have your enemas!" And Mom did not disappoint. In fact, she never weaned me from the bottle after that, but when I left to go to college, I found a box of Ex-Lax in my bag and not an enema bag. I guess that was her way of weaning me off my drug, my enema habit.

I think I as around 12 when one evening much to my surprise my Mother came into my room when she got off from work and took this box from the shopping bag and said if I needed to use it then hang it on the back of the bathroom door to dry.It was a Crest Combination Syringe with 3 nozzles.I still have the box and the 3 nozzles,hose and bag are gone.Needless to say I was shocked and it brings back a lot of memories.

I got enemas from my mom from a very early age up until they sent me off to a high school boarding school. So I was probably around 13-14 the last time she gave me an enema. My grandmother gave me one [actually 2 back-to-back] when I was 17, and that was the last from a family member. I only got them when I was sick, so clearly not sick at home when any boarding school. After that I lived on my own and gave myself enemas.

Mom lives with us and she still has no problem taking the bag in hand when she feels I need “a good enema” so I reckon I can honestly say that I never have been fully weaned. Really interesting post though!

There never was a need to.

The most important thing is that you have at least several days of normal bowel movements, without any laxatives, enemas or suppositories between enema sessions. It can take time after an enema session to re-establish normal movements. At least a full day. Some people need longer!!

@StepfordMom You're a very lucky lady to have your Mom still give enemas to you! Enjoy them.

@Mr_Bend_Over Mother came into my room when she got off from work and took this box from the shopping bag and said if I needed to use it…

I envy you! Have to ask, how soon after you were given it did you use it?

My husband took over from my mom shortly after we were married. Denise

My mother was a young widow and was determined her boys, especially her youngest (me), would have good health. She frequently intervened with an enema when, in her opinion, it was needed.

By age 13 the enemas she gave me tapered off - which coincided with my visible onset of puberty. I was getting embarassing erections and although she told me it was no big deal, I only rarely got enemas after that.

Then, at 15, I came home from summer camp with pinworms. Along with wretched oral medication, enemas were prescribed by our doctor. For a couple of weeks my mother gave me enemas regardless of my pleading to be able to do it myself.

The very last enemas my mother gave was at 17 when I had a nasty flu. With little fanfare she announced that I needed a 'good enema' since she believed I was ‘plugged up’ and proceeded to give me a couple. That was the very last she ever gave me.

I miss those rock-hard adolescent erections!

Never weaned - my getting enemas just stopped. Basically, my mom would decide when I needed an enema and then my father would give it to me. She never gave me an enema; always from my father. Then all it all stopped. I have a theory; will have to explain in the future.

Mom never did ween me off enemas,I got them till I moved out for college

Around age eleven, mom started letting my siblings an I help give each other enemas. This continued for a year or so, until our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility. A couple of months later when school was back in session, our enema usage more than doubled between my siblings an I over what it had been when receiving enemas from mom or grandma.

As I got older, I began to get erections when the nozzle went in, and my mom saw this a few times. She said I could give myself my Enema. I enjoyed giving myself, and feeling my erection, and I must say I did cum a few times while having my Enema, but I guess that is just me, oh well.

I don’t remember exactly when mom stopped but I think I was maybe pre teen and i was protesting about getting an enema because I was getting erections and very embarrassed even though I really enjoyed the nozzle sliding up my behind, after she stopped I would still sneak her enema bag when I had the house to myself and give myself enemas, after a long while I went to retrieve the bag and it was gone, very sad day