Enemas When I was Younger

During my childhood enemas were a familiar part of life. I grew up with two brothers and two sisters. I was the youngest of three boys, and my sisters were older than me. So when Mom would announce on a Saturday morning that one of us was to get an enema it was often my sister Jenny who was designated to administer mine.

The first time that I can remember being being given an enema I was about five. Jenny was twelve at the time and she took my hand and led me to the upstairs bathroom. I was reluctant to go and she had to coax me all the way to the bathroom. The bag, the kind with an open top, was hanging from a hook on the back of the door with the hose and nozzle coiled up and hung over the hook. Sitting on the bathroom counter, there was also a red douch bulb with its big black curved nozzle pointing up into the air.

Jenny took the bag down and told me to get undressed while she started filling the bag. I could see with continuing trepidation that she was testing the water on her wrist and then filling the bag. She then added some clear liquid soap from a plastic squeeze bottle. That's when I started crying.

I grew up with my mother and step father who gave both me and my sister enemas every Sunday afternoon from the age of 5 until we left home. Our enemas were given completely nude in the family room and held until Mom decided we were ready. Their belief, which I share today, was that sex was better treated as normal and not something hidden and not out in the open. I frequently masturbated after an enema at the urging of my parents as did my sister. Later I was given enema's by my sister while Mom or Dad watched. I began getting erections by the age of 12 and it was treated as normal. I think this has truly helped my sex life as an adult.

My mother was a firm believer in the healing power of the enema however she had no patience. She would hold the bag too high and the flow was so fast that I would severely cramp and I would scream, kick and cry and would always resist. When my mom said she was going to give me an enema I would hide under the bed and she would drag me to the bathroom. After a few times she finally called my sister who was eight years older than me to hold me down while she gave me the enema.

After several times I finally stopped resisting in order to get the ordeal over with and after I stopped resisting I finally began to appreciate how good I felt after the enema.

As far back as I could remember, I loved to take enemas with a small white enema bulb. Mom knew what was best for a kid who would load up on junk food for days, and go out, play and get dehydrated. I would play from sun up to sun down in the neighborhood and would forget to go the bathroom, because I was all stuffed up inside. By the time I would go crying to her that it hurt when I tried to poop, she decided that I needed more than laxatives, and took me in the bathroom, put me over her lap, and gave me my first enema. It came as a surprise to me that she could make me poop, and I liked the feeling. In time I became curious and would play with the enema bulb then put it back, thinking I would get caught by mom. One day I got brave enough to put water in the bathroom sink, filled the little bulb with water, and gave myself a play enema. I liked the thrill of the enema going inside, and making me poop. It became a game, to run in the bathroom all excited, and play with the enema bulb hoping mom wouldn't catch me. At times I could still hear my mom knocking on the door saying, why are you staying in the bathroom so long? She probably secretly knew that I learned to use the little enema bulb after hearing the poop come squrting out of me. One day after she knocked on the bathroom door again, I heard her say as she laughed, oh well, I know what you are doing in there, and probably needed a good cleaning out anyway. In my mind I could see her throwing her hands up as she walked away. Mom was a very loving and understanding person . It has been a wonderful habit ever since, and I am grown up!

My earlist memory of enemas was my mother giving my brother one. I was watching throught the door and my granny caught me watching . I remember thinking I was in big trouble cause I was supposed to be in bed cause thats where my mom told me to be. I just knew I was going to be spanked but she didn't tell on me to mom but just motioned for me to go back to bed. The next day or the day after that I remember mom was at work and I was playing outside. It must have been summer cause we were't in school, anyway Granny was watching over me that day. I remember she called me in and sent me to her bathroom. On the door I remember seeing a red bag already full of water. She said since she knew I was curious about it she thought a good washing would be just the ticket. (her words) She put me over her lap and held me inthat position until the bag gurggled. That cured me, I wasn't curious any more.

Wish I'd had some of the happy experiences discussed below. My childhood enemas started at age three and continued till I was 12. There was nothing fun or pleasant about these and I absolutely hated them. I think my mother was completely enema obsessed. I just remember dreading those sessions.

When i was younger I found my parrents rig and figured out how to use it... I have been analy obsessed ever since. I used to play with my bottom before i discoverd masturbation.... hooked from the first start..

Childhood enemas were a common thing for me. Always something that brought fear and a fight. Sometimes they were far in between other times they were quite regular . Every one though was an event.

The first bag enema I remember being given by my mother was when I was 4 years old, a 1 pint salt water enema ordered by the doctor when I was sick with a cold and constipated. Most years after that I got about a dozen Ivory soapsuds enemas in a year. I got them daily during bouts of illness that kept me home from school, and occasionally for constipation if a dose of laxative at bedtime didn't make me have to go as soon as I woke up the next morning. I also got two as part of a worm treatment every Spring. The year I was 12 years old I got about 2 dozen enemas as a result of a case of Measles that kept me off school for over a week and a number of cases of colds and flu. I fought and struggled against getting enemas until I reached my early teens, and then gave up fighting them although I still hated getting them.

Enemas were a common part of my life as a kid growing up. My mom's favorite remedy for everything was an enema. I got them all the time, when I was sick, constipated (which I was quite often) or anytime she thought that I needed one which was all the time. I don't remember ever getting an enema with a bulb syringe. All the enemas that I remember being given or taking were from her red closed top enema bag, red tubing and black hard rubber enema nozzle. By the time I was in middle school, she had a red Rexall Hydaway folding syringe that I used many many times to give myself enemas both at her direction and on my own. The enemas that she gave me for my first 10 years or so were given with me laying on my left side on my bed and held to let the soapy water do its work before I could get up and run to the bathroom to expel all that enema that she put in me.

As has been said by others, for those of us growing up in the 40's and 50's, an enema was pretty much thought to be the cure for just about every common ailment. Our three-ounce all-black enema bulb syringe was always handy, and ready for me, in the medicine cabinet. I got an enema when I was (rarely) constipated or if my mother thought I was 'out of sorts' and needed one, but I could count on getting at least one during a bout of measles, mumps or chicken pox, usually during the convalescence phase, and got two when recovering from one form of measles (I forget which). Until I was seven, they were given with me totally nude over my mother's lap, with a sink full of very warm Ivory soapy water at the ready. Three or four bulbs-ful of enema solution would be injected, with me squealing, blubbering and grunting at each insertion, before I was allowed to get up and sit on the toilet and expel it all. Then she switched to our combo bag for my enemas until the last one she gave me when I was nine or ten.

I had them as a child and hated them

As a child, enemas were always a part of my life. I used to get them for health and punishment.

I got enemas over mommy's lap w/ a bulb til age 10 and then in the knee chest position, in the bathtub (in case of an accident) til age 13.

Mom's enemas were always hot and I learned to love the feeling of the warmth spreading thru my tummy as early as age six.

She would also insist on a long retantion time to give the enema time to work.

If mom's patient couldn't hold it for the full retention time, the enema was repeated

enematically

Steve

I got one or two - and hated them - but mine was mainly a suppository family

The making of a Klismaphiliac at about the age of 7. First rectal temp then moms firm you're going to get an enema look. Shortly after that a call to the bathroom. Looking into the bathroom I froze, There on the knob hung a huge enema bag, at least 1/2 full. Mom dragged me in, I begged there was too much water. Mom let a little white stuff out, then it was over her lap. Tube firm in place, and that click. Then the lecture that the enema may hurt but it was making me better. I begged her to stop and she said yes, it was a lie, the water kept going. She looked at the bag to see if I got enough. Finally she stopped, but now the tube was stuck and it took time to work out. Finally I was allowed to go. Mom Patted the bag to show some water was left. I've lived that enema always, and still try to take it all as a good boy. Later I heard her say I got a good enema, Thank God, I never got a bad one.

I recieved enemas throught my childhood. First with a baby bulb then an adult bulb by around age 10.

Once I got a little older (maybe 6 or 7) I was told that I was ready for the big persons bag. Large and red. Always given my mom and grandma. When all the water was in, mom would remove the nozzle and grandma would stick her finger in my butt and walk me to the bathroom so I would not make a mess on the floor.

As a small child I received enemas ocassionally. Always private, always over my mother's lap, always with a bulb syringe. She usually gave me two bulbs full. I clearly remember the day when, without her saying a word about it, she inserted the nozzle and squeezed a third time!

I did not receive any enemas after I reached school age, about 6 yrs.

At the time I didn't like or dislike them, but in that short time a seed was planted. I did not receive another enema till I was an adult and that was by my own hand.It continues.....

I got enemas from the red enema bag from age five.. it was just a little water in it but never a bulb. My mom and grandma were both sure that enemas cured everything. I got weekly enemas till I was 15 three each time one warm water one soapy one salt water. On a few occasions dad would give me my enemas but his hurt and I always ended up gettging spanked and since I acted like a baby was diapered and plastic pants and off to bed...

I got enemas throughout my entire childhood. I don't ever remember them being enjoyable. My mom would give me an enema about once a week and I never enjoyed them.

I think she gave them to me because I was a pants pooper until I was well into the sixth grade. I would have too much fun playing and would stay outside even tho I knew I had to poop. By the time I would start heading for home to use the bathroom it would be too late and I'd end up messing my pants. My mother would clean me up and spank me, then make me clean my own underwear. She'd hang them out on the clothes line for everyone to see the stains in the seat of my drawers.

It was very embarassing and I believe it was these experiences that formed the fetishes I have today.

I got a few enemas as a child the last one being when I was eight. Always on my back with legs up. It was embarrassing. I always got an erection and didn't know why.

The legs-up position was recommended for younger patients in some children care books during the golden age and that is the way I was enema-ed until being switched to the classic left side position at 7. I use legs up now because it allows me a better fill.

Sacredibis, hopefully your mom did not mention the erections, which would only add to the embarassment you felt.

I just cannot imagine that receiving a hot soapy enema as a child could have been a pleasurable experience for anyone. My mom always held the bag high and I cramped and could not hold the soapy water in resulting in me getting the enema repeatably until I was able to take the whole bag of liquid. I was held down on the floor by either my older sister or my aunt while my mother gave me the enema. She never stopped the flow and I would cry scream and kick up a storm. The whole neighborhood knew that I was getting an enema when the batroom window was open. As I grew older I stopped resisting and tolerated them in order to get them over with. Although I have to have truthful and say that after I received a soapy enema and rinse for being heavily constipated I did feel much better after the enema ordeal was over. I was given enemas mostly as a child for constipation and bad colds. It was always a hot ivory soap suds enema in an open top red bag.

If it weren't for the loving and tender way my mother and aunt gave me enemas as a child, I don't think I would be as hooked on them now as I am. The location was always the bedroom on the bed, never the bathroom. The bed was covered with a rubber sheet, with several towels and pillows nearby. A bag full of hot, soapy water hung from an IV pole next to the bed. While the water cooled, I'd get a nice massage with baby oil, front and back, with just my underpants on. Soon, I'd be on my tummy when she would slip my underpants off, and I'd feel the baby oil being massaged firmly into my buttocks. She'd check the temperature of the enema, and when it was cool enough, she'd whisper "time for your enema, honey". From there, it was a slow process. Mom always said that enemas wouldn't hurt if I learned to relax, and she did her utmost to get me relaxed before the nozzle went it and the flow started!

Back in the 50's, I think mothers thought it best not to make a child's enema experience too enjoyable, for fear the child, especially boys, might get some sort of sexual pleasure from it, which was definitely taboo! My mother did not share that philosophy. Instead, she accepted the risk that her method of giving enemas could give me erections and did her best to keep me from being embarrassed when it happened.

As a child I got an enema only when constipated or running a fever. In my teen and pre-teen years I got them on a regular basis. Hated them and loved them .

No, Eman, she didn't mention it and I had no idea what it was for. I recall the last one she put me on my side. Probably so she didn't have to see the erection.

As I have said before, one of my earliest memories in my life is being draped over my mother's knees getting an enema from a red rubber bulb syringe with a black nozzle. The big red open top rubber bag that hung behind the bathroom door would come along years later. Regardless, I have always enjoyed the enema experience and never was it traumatic for me or really uncomfortable. I think that may have a lot to do with the fact that my mother took enemas on an almost daily basis and so the enema routine was a regular accepted custom in our house. Also, she apparently had a group of friends that shared her enthusiasm for the enema because the conversations on the phone seemed to be fairly intimate, i.e. "... and I knew I had to get all of that enema up in me and so I just took some deep breaths and panted until I had it all in me, and I think it was worth it because it really did the job."

As a result I started to love enemas at an incredibly early age. To me, enemas were sexually exciting before I even knew what sex was.

I was a chronically constipated kid and my nanny kept a "potty chart" above the toilet....if i went 2 days without a BM, then I got an enema. While I didn't get punishment enemas per se, my nanny believed that most brattiness was a result of constipation and she cured this with soapsuds enemas. My girlfriend's mom treated her brattiness with a paddle; nothing brutal just enough to make her bum beet red. Once we both got into trouble together and her mom brought her daughter to our house to punish us together...her mom applied the paddle and my nanny applied the soapsuds enema...

I received enemas as a kid and like me other kids in HK also receive enemas it is a favourite Chinese home remedy.