Crying when getting an enema as a child

I know I am in the minority, as two different therapists have said I was subject to enema abuse growing up. But I would like to know if anyone cried during an enema. My enemas were always a full bag. From age five to eleven, Mom gave a bag enema from a childrens bag. It had a Little Bo Peep nursery rhyme on it, and probably held about a quart. At age twelve, she used a full two quart bag filled with soapy water(Ivory). Back in the 50's the metal hose clamp was either on or off. When it was "on" the water flow was quite strong, and about 10 percent of the time, from age 5 to 13, I would cry from the cramps. Mom would shut the clamp until the cramps subsided, and as always she had my butt cheeks pinched together to prevent leakage. Handing me a piece of toilet paper to wipe my eyes, she would say "Stop your crying, you're not finished". EVERY enema was a full bag, tears or not.

Did anyone else cry, and did crying lessen the volume or stop the enema from continuing? Curious minds want to know.

Yes, I cried from the fullness of my belly. But it usually didn't stop the enema. Once in a while it did stop the enema, but then I was given repeated enemas until I held the whole container. I tried to stop the crying but the fullness would overcome me. Mother used a colon tube and funnel pouring into the funnel from a pitcher. I still have the pitcher and I measured that it holds 2 qts. The hot soapy water would start filling me and then she would advance the tube further and my belly would feel so expanded. I tried holding back the tears but I could not.

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I was admitted to the hospital to have my tonsils out in the 1950's. The hospital policy was to give two enemas each day- an enema after visiting hours; an enema first thing in the morning. I was in a ward with 8 beds and no dividers and could see and hear everything. Since all the beds were occupied, two teams of nurses- 3 nurses to a team- would make rounds bed by bed giving enemas. One nurse would manage the nozzle, hose & clamp; one nurse would manage the enema-stand; and one nurse would hold-down our legs firmly to the mattress by our ankles as we lay on our tummies getting our enemas. There was lots of whimpering and crying in the room. I cried during the enemas and- of course- after surgery the crying only made me hemorage. I was held at the hospital for two weeks to deal with the hemoraging. However, two enemas each day continued until I finally learned not to cry during the enemas in the hospital. I was six years old.

Sure I remember crying until I began to enjoy them. I think the crying was fear of the unknown. As I remember the crying didn't last long because they were always given in a loving atmosphere.

At beginig (about 5-6 years age) I was crying from the fear. Even seeng the enema bulb in the hand of somebody closing me I was crying. Later it was changed, and I became very excited by enemas, till I don't understand the transition clerarly.

I didn't cry, I didn't shout. I simply shut up like a dumb.

I could not understand what is happening to me. There wer four people around me and for them it was a show.

The last time my mother atempted to give me one I was ten. I refused and since then it stopped.

Nut I do realise the damage done to me was already building up.

Regretfully because it caused a fixation, incurable.

I think we all cried at age 5, due to the fact that we really thought it was going to hurt more than it did. I too was brought up on many enemas. The first one that I can remember was given to me with a red rubber bulb syringe with a black tip, and it was usually 3 to 5 at a time, and oh yes, my butt cheeks were held together with a firm hand, for at least 5 minutes, but it seemed like an hour. A salt water mixture was always used, because I was told that it would be easier to hold, then when I got a little older, the big red bag was used on me quite often.

Fear of the unknown due to lack of good explanation and the intrusion in my body caused me to cry during my first couple of enemas at 4 and 5. As with others here i am sure, it was "I don't need this, take it out, I can't take any more, etc." I was more accepting in later enemas, though not a fan of them at the time.

This is the best information I have now, I am not sure of exactly what happened. I was alone a great deal as an infant. I believe that I cried and when that happened if I had not had a bowel movement lately mom would assume that I had colic, her remedy was a bulb tea enema. I can imagine that the stimulation produced an erection and she ignored it. The holding stopped the crying and so in her mind the enema did it job. She has said that she regrets the lack of attention she gave me. She has told me of the tea enemas when I was a father. I recgonize the emotional connection I have with an enema. the last one she gave me was at age 4 my sister who was 2 both recieved one that evening and I imagine that I cried. I have forgiven my mother for the lack of affection and the up bringing I recieved. I am well aware that she did the best that she knew how. I have heard some of what she went through as a child. I am not ashamed of the connection with enemas now, they are healthy if not in excess.

I never cried but I let it be known that I didn't like it. I moaned and complained and said I had enough soon after it started and I was told I would get just a little bit more. I was about six. No more after age six. There is no way I would have gotten them at age twelve like some folks write. I would physically resisted. The people who got them at age 12 or older wanted them. At age fourteen I found the bag an experimented on my own. It had nothing to do with the enemas Mom had given. And then I got a boner and I came. And the rest is history, as they say.Now I love them and can't do without.

I remember crying when Mom would call me to the bathroom. Apon arriving i would see a Jar of vaseline,Small hand towel,and a Red Bulb Syringe with a Black nozzle. I would begin to cry and beg my mom,"Please Mommy dont give me an Enema Please" but that did mean to much.I then would be told to bend over her Lap and the Enema would begin.

I have from time to time, and still do on occasion. But it's more from emotion than physical discomfort.

When I was 14 I was "rescued"and put into a group home,In the first week I was given a through chek up for sex abuse , with the enemas and fingers and speculum in the rear it was like it was happening all over again, Crying and helpless to resist is a under statement.

I have had a few clients (including my wife) cry during a colonic or enema, and as Joy-ful mentions, it was emotion not discomfort. I'm not sure about the psychology, but some of us seem to have a lot of pent up emotions surrounding our anus and excretory functions. Giving someone permission to look, touch, and penetrate down there takes a good deal of trust and giving over control of our most private parts to another. Personally, giving and receiving enemas have been some of the most intimate,intense and pleasurable experiences I have ever had.

Yes, crying can be a sign of emotional release or sometimes even pleasure. My companion sometimes gets tears but no real crying when getting a good massage. You see it in the corner of his eyes. He doesn't know why - it just happens.

Yes I remember crying I remember the sounds in the bathroom. As I would hear my Mom preparing the Enema.Then she would say " Come on Honey its time for your Enema", then I would start crying, begging her not to give me the Enema! But it wouldn,t help. I then would be led into the bathroom, put over Moms knee, and be given many with the Red Bulb Syringe with the Black Nozzle!

Yes I remember crying from age 5-7 just knowing i was going to get an ENEMA made me CRY cause I didnt want one but new it didnt make a difference cause you knew you was getting one.

I remember crying when I was a very little boy.

I was given 2 qts. of hot soapy water at one filling.

If I had cramps the flow was not stopped. Instead I was told to pant like a dog.

Damn that was painfull.

After expelling most or all of it I was not given a flushing enema for rinsing out the soap.

I would be in agony for hours afterwords.

My mom shoved it up me and I thought to myself "don't you usually go the other way all my teachings are backwards, why is something going In?" The idea made me cry more than the enema doing to me. I felt so helpless, I could do nothing more than cry and hate my mom after.

I see your conflict, getting praised when things came out in the right place and then something going in. lots of kids are fearful of anything that feels invasive after their first vaccination. Really amazing what get remembered from a very early age.

When I was quite young I do remember crying about getting an enema. I did not like them at that point and would go through the usual list of things that kids said including "but I don't need one", "I don't want want one", "it hurts, take it out", "that's enough", and "I really have to go now". None of those worked.

As for abuse, I don't think so. I remember fussing about taking cough medicine and even having Vicks rubbed on my chest.

Never cried in regard to much medically.

No there were a lot of tears in the younger days, I don't remember the quality or size of the nozzle, but I do without any drought remember the Ivory aroma with the crushing cramps and the warm solution that never ended no matter how much I begged or cried.

I believe I cried every time. It was a weird invasion and I was embarrassed by the erection even though I didn't know why that happened.

I didn't cry when I got my first one, but when I expelled it I was so happy that I know I did sob a little. It felt so good to be able to finally have a BM.

Worst enema was about 7. I cried,begged, finally announced I'm full the reply not yet but you wiil be,and no mercy until Mom was satisfied I got a good enema.

I cried when I was young because I held my stool because it hurt when it came out because they were big round stool. My mom would ask if I was clog again and I would tell her and she would fix the enema bag. I would cry also because she would make me take the whole bag because it had to be to get the big one out and she did not want to give me another one to get it out so I cried because of the amount of soapy water. Than when it was comming out I cried because the stool hurt comming out. Yes I cried alot when I was young.

I cried during enemas due to the cramping from the hot soapy water until I was about 10 years old, but it didn't stop the enema from continuing. It was always full flow until the bag was empty with my mother squeezing my butt cheeks tightly together to prevent any leakage, then 5 minutes of forced retention while being told to take slow deep breaths through my mouth to help relieve the cramps. After age 10 I didn't often cry out loud but I did tear up and whimper, pleading for my mother to stop because it hurt, but it didn't make any difference.

I cried as a youngster from time to time but it made no difference, I still got the enema(s). I have also cried on occasion as an adult when enemas my mother, or her sister, gave me for severe constipation due to meds.

I remember crying because I was afraid. It didn't matter, my mother just held me and let my aunt (her sister Suzie) fill me up. My sister and I usually got 3 enemas at each session and by the time the third was expelled we were left whimpering.

As I grew older the fear had subsided but I continued to cry out of embarrassment.