Age of Self-Administration of Enemas

Well, I started sneaking enemas when my parents had decided I was responsible/trustworthy enough to be left at home alone. That happened when I was 11. I was very careful with my timing so I'd be finished and cleaned up before my parents would return. It worked for several years before my dad came home early from work one afternoon.

It happened gradually over time.

I was assisting with the mixing and setup from 7 years old

I was doing my own insertions at 9.

I had the final decision on the nozzle when I was 11.

Full self-administration happened when I was 12.

In terms of the first time I was able to give myself what I consider to be a real enema with larger volume, beyond experimenting with a tiny bulb that was available, I was about 14 when I learned the shower head could be detached and I could use the hose to fill myself with much more water. We didn't have enema equipment in the house growing up, so I continued to use the shower hose. I remember being amazed at how good it felt to see my stomach visibly filling up full of water and the feeling of my abdomen getting tight and full. I had no idea I could take that much water, and I was still pretty small for my age. I was definitely hooked on the sensations of filling and releasing large enemas, and I continued using the shower hose for a few years until I got my first 2 qt combination bag. I immediately found I could take the whole bag easily and even another quart on top of it, so I know I had been taking decently large volumes when self-administering iver the years.

While I never received any specific instruction from mom or grandma, I had been given enough enemas, or observed preparation for my sister's enemas, that I had a pretty good education relative to that simple procedure. Additionally, I had been privy to discussions between the adults relative to enema use and solutions.

As a teenager, I had gotten enemas in the hospital from the “professionals” as well. By then I had already been self-administering and aware of the involuntary reactions that accompanied rectal insertions. Conversations with the nurses, mom, and friends had been quite informative also.

A bit later, an enema bag failure at home, prompted my mom to send me out to buy a new enema bag as she was prepping my sister for a test. My protests or hesitancy didn't get me out of the excursion which developed into some great interaction with a female classmate and her older nurse friend.

My mom seemed much more open to talking about enemas inasmuch as grandma had passed previously. Mom shared some of her's and my dad's enema experiences in various circumstances. She knew that we siblings teased each other frequently come enema time. I was chased from the house at one point, as mom told me the doctor wanted her to give my youngest sister some enemas. When I returned later, the wet enema bag, hanging in the shower, was too tempting so I put it to good use. I think my mom knew it got used again due to the inordinate amount of time I was in the bathroom.

I've posted info about this previously but here it is again for this context.

I was raised from an early age by my mom's parents. Gram had two enema bags hanging in the bathroom closet with hoses and nozzles in one of the cabinet drawers. I was fairly smart for my age and found out what an enema bag was after looking it up in an encyclopedia set, I was around 8 at the time. I guess I never had the need for an enema growing up since the 1st one I received was at 14. My grandma said that for general female health that I should take an enema on the second day of my cycle to relieve headache, cramps, and the occasional constipation. She said she wanted to show me the process. She demonstrated on herself taking a 2qt salt water enema. After seeing how she enjoyed it I was anxious to try it. The enema was taken sitting on the toilet, with the bag hanging on a well placed hook for that purpose. I remember taking the entire 2qt bag with very little cramping. This pleased her very much. After that she suggested I take one on the 2nd day of my cycle or whenever I felt the need. I was never instructed to use soap, all Gram's enemas were just warm salted water. I'd say I made the sexual connection to enemas about the 3rd time I tried it on my own. I've been an avid user ever since. The bags she had were a 2qt, and a 3qt BF Goodrich red open top. The nozzles we used were about 5 inched long, black hard plastic with a bulb tip and a single large hole. There was always a small jar of Vaseline at the ready. I graduated to her 3qt bag when I was 16. It took a while back then before I could take the entire three qts but I got there eventually.

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I believe I started solo at 12 or 13 y/o and I think my grandmother stopped giving me enemas around 8 or 9 y/o. I remember finding my parents water bottle, hosing and nozzle in their bathroom and planned out when I could use it. Whenever I found myself alone in the house (which wasn't that often), I'd breakout the equipment, load it up, put myself on the bathroom floor and let it rip. There was once where I was almost caught, but started running the shower and used that as the excuse for some things being wet. I definitely ensured the enema equipment was dried out before anyone discovered it had been used.

I began to self administer around the age of six. I had been given enemas by a neighbor ( a boy about a year older than me) about six months earlier. I enjoyed the experience so much that I was hooked. As I had no access to any regular enema equipment, I used a garden hose in the back yard. Both my parents worked, so I had the yard all to myself, and could play for several hours between getting home from school and my parents arriving home. It took a bit of experimenting of the timing of leaving the hose out in the sun to get the right temperature, but once that was accomplished, I filled myself almost daily.

I expect I was around 8 when I started giving myself a few squirts with the bulb syringe while taking a bath. I was probably around 10 or 11 when I began self-administering with the bag. The bag was usually hanging on the back of the bathroom door. As it was wet I could take and not leave much of a trail.

I was sneaking occasion self administered enema by 12 or so but wasn't exclusively self administrating. Mine would be more for the pleasurable side not for an effective enema hence still on occasion received from parent.

Certainly was capable of doing so.

I, too, was very young when my dad told me what to do to give myself an enema, and then left the room. It was a simple process and I remember thinking he didn't need to tell me. I already knew what to do, but I listened with great care in case there was something I had missed. Then I removed my clothes, took the enema, held it as long as I could, and then expelled it. I cleaned the nozzle as instructed, put the equipment away, and went about my day. From then on, I gave myself an enema any time I needed it or wanted it. I rather enjoyed being a “big boy” and often had an enema just for the pleasure of doing it myself and the feeling of being naked and enjoying the feeling as the nozzle was inserted. I don't remember when it became a sexual act, but it led to other things inserted and seeing things that suddenly took on a sexual connotation. I'd see a screwdriver and realize that the handle would be fun to lube up and insert for example. Some things were too big and some things were perfect, but it was all fun and sexual. I went to the tool shed a lot more often as time went on. Ah - memories!

Seventeen🤪A horny teenager reading Penthouse Variations and making the connection of playing as a toddler with mom’s douche bulb😍

I was given enemas growing up I really hated them so much at age 10/11 my enemas stopped and not long after a few weeks I started craving them and not long I started sneaking solo enemas

I was never given enemas by my mother. But after she had to buy an irrigator for giving enemas to my father for medical reasons, I remembered the nice feeling enema received at six from a nurse prior to X-rays. As soon as my parents left the house I took the irrigator and tried my first self-administered enema.

Around age 10 or 11, I started sneaking into my parents’ bathroom to use my mom’s enema equipment to self-administer enemas. All through my teenage years, when no one else was home, I would give myself enemas.

My mom gave me my first enema at age five, as part of a punishment for playing “doctor” with a neighbor kid. I knew I was being punished, but when that warm water shot into me, I was surprised and also thrilled with the sensation of warm water filling my bowels.

My parents’ bathroom had a built-in set of three large drawers with a large cupboard above the drawers. I discovered the red bulb with the black nozzle at the back of the middle big drawer, along with a red bag, some white tubing, and two nozzles, one straight for enemas and one flared for douching, although I didn’t know about douching then. I used both and preferred the flared nozzle because it went much deeper.

A few years later, I opened the lowest drawer and stood on it to look at the back of the upper cupboard. There I discovered a red bulb with a much larger black nozzle perhaps 1/2 to 3/4 of an inch in diameter, obviously for douching, but I didn’t know that at the time. It had a red cap over the end of the nozzle that was so tight I didn’t realize it was removable, but that didn’t stop me from shoving it home and in and out. One day I discovered the cap came off and I could fill it with water and inject the water through the much larger nozzle into my rectum. That was an amazing discovery. Also, hidden at the back of the cabinet was a clear enema bag with a clear tube with a built-in nozzle.

I always tried to put everything back the way I found it so my mom wouldn’t notice something was misplaced or wet or whatever. If she did, and she probably did, she never mentioned anything. I was one of six kids, but by then the three oldest were gone. I doubt the other two kids received any enemas, punishment or otherwise, so if she suspected anyone, it would have been me. I think she just let it go because she felt guilty about punishing me as a child that way. I’m grateful she did because giving me that enema started my interest in and love for enemas for the last 60 years.

So, I used all of the above equipment to self-administer enemas starting at age 10 or 11, although I was never taught how to use the bags with tubing, but I pretty much worked it out on my own. I didn’t know I needed to let the water fill the tubing so I wouldn’t be injecting a bunch of unwater air into my bowels. I didn’t know the water temperature show be no higher than 105 F degrees so I used straight hot out of the tap at 120 F degrees.

Only as an adult did I learn how to properly self-administer an enema, and probably really learned it in my 40s by asking Google, and then later perfected it with information on Zity.

My first self-administered enema occurred at the age of five and a half. I had been playing "show me yours and I'll show you mine" with my neighbor, a boy a year older than me. This soon lead to inserting various things into each other. After about a month of this, we found an enema set in his parents' bathroom and started playing with it. The first time he put water into me was quite exciting, which led to many more enemas. Not much later, I discovered a douche/enema set in my folks' bathroom and did my first (of many,many more) solo adventures.

I was 14 and running on pure hormones. I already had been inserting my fingers and other objects into my rectum. I disliked the mess, and found an old amber latex open top enema/douche bag in the basement so I gave it a try to clean myself out before anal play. I found the filling and expelling absolutely wonderful and was instantly in love with enemas. I figured it all out for myself, and enemas was purely sexual pleasure for me. In fact I think I have only taken perhaps a dozen or so enemas to relieve constipation.

The first several times I would only clean out my rectum and lower colon taking my enemas sitting on the toilet or squatting. I quickly grew to want more of that good enema magic and soon was on my knees with my ass up and head down running full 2 quart bags of warm water into my bowels. I used to look so forward to when my parents would be away for a few hours and I could pull that bag out and take several enemas. Sometimes they would hardly be out of the driveway and would be stripping my clothes off and headed to the bathroom bad in hand and hard as a rock with excitement.

45 years later and I still love taking big warm enemas. I still get very excited knowing I'm about to get an enema, and I still eagerly look forward to when I can indulge.

I started giving myself enemas at age 6; had my first ejaculation at 13 with an enema in progress. I am now 86 and still find enemas fun and erotic.

One of the wondrous things about enemas is that they can be non-sexual....

I think I started a thread about non-sexual enemas.... have to search.... anyway; judging by all the men who mention they seek enemas exclusively from women; I believe it belies the sexualness of enemas.

As to age when I began self-admin; began around 10 or 11. Up to then I never had a full-bag enema, and hearing all the times my mom mentioned the large 2qt enema given before child birth, I was keen to experience a two qt. full bag enema.

Up until my mid 20's my Mom gave me almost all my enemas (with a few from my grandmother, 1 from a nurse at Boy Scout Camp and 1 from my best friend's Mom when I was staying at his house for a weekend when my parents were out of town after returning from Boy Scout Camp). The first time I self administered was when I moved out of town to my own apartment when I got my first job. I started getting badly constipated and after trying glycerin suppositories which usually didn't work, and several different laxatives that usually ended up giving me diarrhea at work, I bought an enema bag similar to the one my Mom used on me and started giving myself soapsuds enemas using Ivory soap like my Mom used.

About 10 years old when I started giving myself enemas on my own, every afternoon only at home 2l enema and masturbation, I always tried to take more liquid increasing to 2.5 then 3 up to 4l already at 14 years old

I gave myself a bulb enema at about age 12-13. My mother had a Jones irrigator can she used for douching, but there was also a child's enema syringe in a bathroom drawer that had been used on my little brother when he had swallowed a button. Being somewhat of a witness to that scene, I had no desire to engage with an enema. I recall he was placed on a table and my mother handled the bulb while my father held his legs up for the administration. He was not a happy boy with it at all. I was about 10 -11 at the time.

A couple of years later I overheard a very attractive young woman telling my mom she gave her three year old an enema the previous day. Just her mentioning it (She provided no details) gained my attention. An enema? But not like little brothers. An enema given by this pretty lady? It stirred something in my head. But within a few days the idea passed.

A couple of weeks later the same pretty lady told my mother her girls had been quite bratty the day before so she decided to give them both an enema and put them down for a nap. That feeling came back, one of curiousness, and excitement to the point of getting the proverbial butterflies in the stomach. She then mentioned after getting the girls settled she decide to give herself an enema. Damn, that had my head spinning. I could imagine myself being taken in hand by her with me on the receiving end of an enema from her. I could imagine her naked? Or bare bottomed giving herself an enema. This time the idea did not pass. I thought of it repeatedly.

A Sunday morning a week or so later. My parents packed up my siblings and headed out for the day to visit friends. Me being 12-13 I was old enough to stay home alone and it allowed them to have a day long visit as I was home to take care feeding of the horses later in the day.

I recall being nervous as they prepared to leave. I had decided a few days earlier to try something. An enema with that bulb syringe. I waited impatiently after they left. I worried they would have forgotten something and might return catching me in the act. That would have been so embarrassing. Was thirty minutes long enough? How long was long enough to ensure Dad would not turn around? After at least those thirty minutes I felt it was safe to go ahead.

I got out the bulb and filled the bathroom sink with warm water. I put some hand lotion on my bottom for lube and filled the bulb. I slipped it inside (What a feeling in itself) and gave it a squeeze feeling the warm water shoot inside. Incredible. After several bulbs I needed to go. My first enema completed. As you could imagine this became routine when ever I found myself having alone time.

Mom always gave my siblings and I enemas together and as we neared puberty, she started letting us help give each other enemas. Then the summer I turned twelve, our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility. In the beginning, we did enemas solo, but it didn’t take long before my sister and I started giving each other enemas. Afterwards, it became routine to swap enemas two or three times a week.

I forgot to mention my experimentation with self administered enemas. I did try out the Jones can. I recall liking the continuous flow, but only used it once in fear my mother would discover I had used it. But we had a hose that attached to the tub spout. The end had a shower type head which was easily removed. I found that the nozzle from the infant bulb fit with perfect snugness in the hose allowing me to set the flow and temperature. I could strip down and lie in the tub to give myself enemas.

I think around ' 10 years old ' as I thought I needed more ' enema time ' than mom was giving me . She was available to ' enema me ' and that often but by this age , I was fully committed to the enema and looked upon my ' self-admin. ' as but an extension of my mother / grandmother enemas I was receiving at the time . A bit ' clumsy ' , and nervous , at first , but I soon ' got the hang of it ' bag and all but now as then I do prefer a knowledgeable , caring ' partner ' as to ' give or receive ' . ' Solo ' if I must and do but there have been a number of significant ' others ' who have traveled along with me down my ' klysmo road ' who have made the journey enjoyable and very interesting as well . Thank you all .

I was 13. I was having constipation-induced stomach aches and my mom had prepared an enema that she was going to give me. I was fully erect just listening to the sound of the water running in the bathroom. I knew there was no way that I could let her see me in that condition. I refused to take the enema and an argument ensued. We reached a compromise. I would have the enema, but would self-administer behind the closed bathroom door. She would check the results to confirm that I had indeed taken the enema.

We both knew that I needed no instruction on how to give myself an enema. I used the exact same technique that she had used on me for years.