Age of Self-Administration of Enemas

One of the wondrous things about enemas is that they can be non-sexual, or they can be incredibly sexual. Most of us have our sexuality reasonably well figured out, and we don't want to inadvertently inject sexuality into a a situation where it is not appropriate.

I was wandering around another board this morning and came across several different threads where some young teenage boy or girl was supposedly needing to be given an enema by mom/sis/aunt/daddy.

None of those scenarios were appropriate for the expression of sexuality. They all involved just flushing out digestive product so the kid would feel better, and the assistance of someone the kid should not be sexually involved with. Several of the discussions ran to dealing with the potential of enema-induced unintentional sexual excitement.

It seems to me there is a really simple way of avoiding that potential. Let the kid give himself the enema.

Like many of us, I was just a little girl when I got my first gentle enema from my Mom. I can actually date it, since there were parades and all sorts of excitement! No, it wasn't over my enema, but over it being our country's birthday. It was the Bicentennial, and as hard as I tried to comprehend what Daddy was explaining about that inexplicable term, I had to content myself with watching the parade from Grandma's third story window. It was July 4, 1976. I would turn four in the coming October.

While enemas were not a routine Saturday night practice in my home, my brother and I both did receive a few as young children. But here comes my point: by the time I was in second grade Mom would suggest I give myself an enema if she thought I needed one. She knew I knew how.

As technological apparatus goes, a rubber enema-bag is a pretty simple machine. It has one moving part, the clamp. Because my Mom just took the trouble to show me, I learned early on to empty the air from the hose first, and then lube the nozzle and insert it and open the clamp. For those of us who are klismos, there is great magic in that simple process, but it is a simple process. Literally so easy a child can do it. I did it; was I all that different from other kids?

So I'd like it if the group would contribute their feelings about anyone giving enemas to a family member with whom sexuuality is not appropriate, and who is old enough to do it themselves. How old is that age? How old were you when you took your first solo un-assisted enema? Did someone teach you how, or did you figure it out by yourself?

Hugs,

Diane

Hi Diane, I have posted on this numerous times in other boards.

I believe any eight year old who has NEVER done it before or never received an enema for a medical reason from anybody (like me) is perfectly capable of doing it themselves as long as they are healthy. If they are ill, they may need assistance.

If they have received enemas as a child from any type of caregiver or parent, they would know what to do at a younger age which could be determined on a child by child basis by the parent.

I can't speak for others, but I know when I tried it. I had already received many from Mum for various reasons (details are explained elsewhere), but by the time I was 8, I was interested in exploring matters on my own. On one of the many occasions I was left alone at home after school, I managed to track down where Mum had put away the little red syringe which she used on me, and went through the ritual taking off my shorts and undies, of filling the sink, of swishing the soap, and tried to give myself a squirt or two up the backside... nothing as much as Mum usually gave me, just a few shots to play with the feel of the nozzle. So I guess I could have taken it on at that age, if Mum had asked me to; but I don't know if I would have been as thorough (LoL). I know I would have done better after the bag became involved. But, of course, Mum had to be sure it was done right! So I was never given the 'opportunity' of doing it for myself. As an adult, you can understand that a child might not be as 'thorough' as his caregiver. I mean, at the age of 8, wouldn't you assume that if your were asked to give yourself an enema, you could choose the amount to give yourself? As I was well prepubescent, I understand the comment, azdiane, about the fact that enemas are not necessarily sexual, (at least for the receiver), at the age of 6, 7, 8.

Happy Waterings...

You are right an 8 yo could give themselves one. I think a 12 yo could do a better job of knowing how much and at what temp etc.

I received my first enema at the age of three from my parents. Knowing something was in store, but having no explanation given, I was angry and scared and resisted. However, the die was cast and, as a result of the incident, I became anal-erotic to a major degree from that moment on, but managed to keep it as my deepest, darkest secret, unaware of how "normal" it often is.

As the eldest of six children and with three younger brothers, it didn't seem to fit with having the necessary macho appearance to favor enemas at all, let alone to self-administer them. Nevertheless, in my craving for occasional repeated experiences, I'd sometimes feign a need by complaining of a tummyache. As an older child, I'd look forward to times alone, when I could self-administer enemas in private.

I started using a bulb syringe on myself when I was a teen.

I started giving them to myself when I was approx. 13.

I began giving them to myself when I was 12 years old.

When I was probably about 5 I realized that I liked taking things in anally. While taking a bath I had access to a turkey baster, as well as an infant's bulb cleaner (used for ears and noses). In the bath was where I tried it first, and it took a while to get used to it. I'd even run extra hot water in a cup to feel 'extra clean'.

After filling with the infant bulb, I would sink the baster in as deep as I could, and emptied it until my belly would gurgle. It was very enjoyable at that age.

I think I must have been 13 or 14.

Wow it has been so long ago. Age 10 or so is my best estimate of when I started self administering on the sly of course.

hobo

I made a smooth and open transition to self-administration sometime after I turned nine. My parents went along with that. However, I did a lot of experimentation with ridiculous bag heights -- two hoses in tandem etc. Also played with solutions & temperatures that I now regard as outright dangerous. (However that was 60 years ago and I'm still movin' about.)

Only one of our three kids became seriously interested in enema. My wife (an R.N.) gave her only minimal coaching and I didn't get involved.

I now think that a positive and proactive approach from both parents is a good way to go. Not to push the kid into more advanced techniques but to open conversation on practices that are simple, hygenic and safe while yielding simple physical pleasure.

If you have a kid who might be delving into enema, ask simple questions like how did it go and what were your feelings and, 'when do you think you might undertake another enema. (letting the kid know it's OK to plan ahead and that this need not be hurried in private.)

Push sports, dance, extra study, and a lot of hugs for these kids.

Probably early teens myself. But as to the question, I'd think someone around 10 or so should be able to manage a Fleet. Think they'd need a little more "encouragement" to attempt the full rigging.

Although it was earlier that I became aware that I was "anal erotic", I was probably around 13 when I first started playing or experimenting with enemas as a form of physical pleasure. Because I enjoyed them then, I saw no reason to give them up, and still enjoy them today, albeit solo. Sharing is even more enjoyable.

I took my first solo enema while Mom was out of the house shopping. I had the afternoon to myself and I took full advantage of it. Mom always kept her douche bag in her bathroom and securing it was no trouble. I had watched Mom fill the bag for me many times and I usually was the one that held the bag as Mom poured the soapy solution into the bottle. And by 8 I was a pro at screwing the adapter plug with red hose on it into the bag. Giving myself one that day took no effort at all. I just loved it...

When I tried at about 14. I'd always had a hard time when I was getting one. I'd taken just a small amount and had to go. In the end, sorry, I told my Father and he didn't have a problem making me take a good one. He took them regularly himself. I was an adult before I finally was able to take them by myself. I don't know why.

I guess I was about 10 or 11 when I started enemas on my own. Since there was always someone home during the day,

I would resort to giving myself one after everyone else was sleeping. I always wondered if my mom knew about it, she never said anything.

^^^^ She probably knew she had an enema loving little boy. If you were using family equipment, she probably noticed that it was wet or not exactly where she had it.

Interesting thread. If my mother ever noticed that the enema bag or bulb was not in the right place, she never said anything. Too bad. Maybe if we had talked, she might have given me pointers or even helped me with my enemas.

When I was a little boy, I think it was usual to take enemas in Norway. There was a lot of shops selling enema-related items. You could look at it displayed in the shop windows. The most exalted things I saw, I remember.

I got enemas with a red bulb from my mother several times when 3-4 years. I can never forget those good feelings. When I started school at 7 years old I started my one experience. I sometimes tried the bulb myself. I had to close the toilet door and was quite alone, then I got my experience.

After that time I became more and more of an enema lover. Thinking of taking enemas every day and whenever I had a chance I did it. My parents must have known about it, but they never said anything to me about it.

Today at 68 years, I do it every day, with 5-6 liters of clean water in me at the same time, and I am in excellent condition. No problems with my body at all. Thanks to the enemas I am sure!

My two daughters were about 15 when the started to take an enema or a douche by themselves.

Out on the farm, drinking water was not as it should have been. Mom would occasionally take and wash all three of us out routinely. After a while, of course, I started paying attention to the details and asking to assist. This was permitted, of course.

Then when we were looking for entertainment before the time of TV, we stumbled upon this as a possibility. It went well at first. But shortly after, as kids will be, there was this dominance issue of whom was in charge and power struggles broke out, resulting in tattling. That brought in an objection from dad as to the twisted sort of play we had found for ourselves.

Not until I started high school did we try it again on a very limited basis. The answer to the title for this group was that by seven years old I was leading my younger siblings into enema play, but not with any serious volumes and with only cold well water. So it was only a game and not for any health.

I started self administering about 9 or so.

G.N.

I started self administration at about age eight or nine.

I started somewhere around 5 years old. It was a 4 ounce red rubber bulb with a black tip. I'm guessing my mother had some idea what was going on ........ but she never said anything.

I was 12 when mom decided I could self-administer. Had mixed feelings about it at the time because I so looked forward to moms special sessions. I had been playing alone with the bulb and other enema delivery devices in the tub for a number of years before this, but this was to be my first official enema by myself.

Growing up I was forever getting enemas so the bulb syringe could often be found out drying right alongside of the tub. I suppose I started experimenting with it at about seven years old.

I was never given an enema by my mother; however, I did start to experiment with them on my own at about the age of 11.

For me I am not sure about the age.My second enema given with a combination syringe caused me to have my first climax and did not understand what was happening.but it felt good.After sneaking over to my Grandmothers house to use the same syringe and getting caught .Several weeks later my Mother came into my room with a package and said if needed to use this on myself it would be in the linen closet .As they say the rest is history.

I started self administration 14 age