Crying when getting an enema as a child

I remember more about getting my enemas from about 8 and up then younger. As far as crying, I do remember crying but not because of pain or the cramps just because I felt "too old", "like I was the ONLY kid who got them", and just plain embarrassed as heck!

It's funny how we resisted and cried as those intrusive procedures were inflicted upon us, only to find ourselves enjoying those simple pleasures and procedures as we age.

Few things provide those wonderful sensations as we may now relish things we abhored as kids. Enjoy some shits and giggles while you still can!

I never cried during an enema. I was very scared the first time I got the leviva, but I wasn't crying. I didn't cry later either. I've seen what I'm doing this for, I was constipated often. I knew it wouldn't hurt. My mom did the enema very well. She made some mistakes at first, but it was never so painful to make me cry.

I cried when my daddy gave me that enema but it was more from confusion and a bit of embarrassment. Daddy was very gentle and the enema, in retrospect, seemed "loving"! The enema did not exactly hurt but I was frightened because I was afraid I would not be able to hold the enema.

Patty10 has brought up many points about children receiving enemas. It is very true that there were and are many parents who believe enemas are good for you. For the most part they either grew up with them or the doctor said give them an enema and they should feel better. And we all know there were parents who were not gentle, caring or loving when you received your enemas.

Most children do not know what enemas are or maybe they heard or saw someone in their house receive an enema. Being told to undress and come to the bathroom can be scary for any child especially if not feeling well. And being confused and embarrassed makes it so much worse. Then have a parent or relative tell you to bend over and they spread your cheeks and then go about lubricating that so private area and then tell them you are going to insert a hard piece of plastic into that so private hole and the fill their butt hole with water till they are so full. Well that Is enough to scare, make a child cry and squirm and basically humiliate anyone.

So a lesson to all be caring when you give enemas.

I remember crying when I was around kindergarten age, when I was naked over Mom's and used the red bulb / black nozzle to fill me. It got better after a few times and when I graduated up to a DAVOL COMBO bag. Red bag, hose, and black straight nozzle. These gave me an erection which I didn't figure out until around 10 or 11, when a neighborhood kid / friend who also got them, showed me about masturbation

When I think back to my childhood my mother was very caring in her enema administration. At a young age I know I would carry on, but eventually realized that I could accept the enema or make things worse all around. Eventually, I calmed down and more or less accepted my fate, but that does not mean that I enjoyed the experience. I only got a couple of enemas past the age of 12, but by then I knew that they were helpful. It wasn't until after I got married and my wife and I began enjoying the experience that my whole outlook changed. At no time was any aspect of my getting an enema to be deemed abusive because it clearly was not.

I never cried because I knew it would do no good. Just accepted my fate, which was about a quart and a half if warm, soapy water from the pink fountain syringe and douche nozzle.

If you give a baby an enema they will cry!

Simple as that!

Any enema before about the age of 3 it goes with the territory.

Looking back I am amazed at how my attitude towards enemas gradually progressed from childhood treatments accompanied by crying & struggling, to becoming one of pleasure & anticipation. One would never have guessed watching my four year old self kicking & screaming while mom held me face down over the rubber crib sheet on her bed, her knee in my back as she kept the spurting nozzle between my cheeks, while grandma stood behind her with the bag held high encouraging me to take the entire enema or they would have to give me a second one.

I do not remember ever crying as I found enemas were pleasant and made me feel closer to my mom who was the one that gave them to me. Denise

@Denise to me enemas are about closeness, intimacy. Of course with a lover as part of punishment works too, as long as there is love and kisses after 🌹

I did not cry. My mom was giving my enema very nicely. I remember she started the water flowing into my butt and I liked the feelings! After about a minute the feelings were worse and I wanted to go. Mom said " A little more, we're almost finished", and I patiently waited.

I did not like enemas, but it was not terrible.

I was raised by my grandma and boy oh boy did I cry when the Vaseline came out of the bathroom cabinet along with the bulb syringe. I was just so humiliated that my little bottom was about to be invaded, I didn't make the process easy. Nonetheless, down my briefs came and over grandma's knee I went. But through the tears, I can remember like yesterday how sensitive my butt was to the nozzle, like my nerve endings could feel every inch of it sliding in, and then that rush of water squeezed from the bulb. My crying gave me something else to dwell on other than how good it actually felt.

Was a no nonsense deal at our house , When I was so sick at age 12 ,Doctor R. said give him an Enema and that's just what happened . Dr. R. had mom squirting water or some liquid up my bum several times a day ,with a bulb , as food , liquids just got instantly heaved up . Visiting nurse would come to our house , give me BIG Bag enemas , and she and Dr. would study result for clues to what ailed me . Doc's made house calls in those days . Was sick as hell for a couple weeks , have been told by a nurse that I almost died back then . Enemas were a roll up on your side and away we would go , I was so ill I didn't care . What ever Ailed me disappeared as suddenly as it appeared , but have had IBS ever since ,and the Good ole enema Bag filled with Warm Baking soda solution is a soothing thing to have available . Also find a good health aide to be most beneficial . I was 12 years old in 1953 , so no spring chicken here in 2021

When I was little, I sometimes began crying when my mom said she was going to give me an enema. However, although enemas were uncomfortable, sometimes very uncomfortable, I don't ever remember crying from the discomfort.

The only time I ever really remember crying from an enema, was the first time I got the colon tube. It was just so invasive, and embarrassing. I just remembered my dad slowly snaking it in and out, and just crying begging him to stop. The crying was definitely from embarrassment. I'm not sure that I cried during a regular enema, but I cried from the spanking for refusing one.

I think at a young age our default reaction is to cry. Being given an enema is such a rush of feelings that you default to crying. I remember thinking what are the doing to me? Why are they putting something in my butt. Oh my this is wierd. I feel something flowing into my butt. It feels strange. Oh no I feel like I need to poop badly right now. Oh it feels sort of nice. Oh no cramps. Oh I need to poop and I feel like I am full. And of these senations at once get overwhelming for a young kid. That leads to crying because you can't process it all. ..

Sometimes I just lay there and stared at the wall, sometimes I tried to look around while my aunt held me. For some reason, when I saw a pear in the hands of a nurse, I started to whimper at first, and when, despite all my resistance, the tip entered the anus and I felt that water was entering the intestines, I slowly began to moan and whimper. I don't remember from what. There was no pain. Probably out of embarrassment and embarrassment.

I said it in another comment.

I never cry.

When my Aunt Helena gave me my first Rubberb Bulb and I felt the nozzle enter and then the hot soapy water on my belly, I knew I liked it and my little 7 year old penis got hard.

My cousin Victoria watched waiting for her turn.

From that day on I became a Klismaphilic❤️

In the beginning I cried a lot and tried to resist the bulbs, which of course ended in failure. I think it continued like this until I was about 8 years old.

During that time, a friend's mom adninistered me two enemas that were totally different from the previous ones my mom gave me. At home, the process was usually the same. First a few rubber bulbs of soapy water, then two more enemas of plain water to wash out the soap. The soap burned in my ass and in my the intestines and triggered cramps that made the injected content want to get out again quickly.

During these procedures, I cried and fought constantly. The insight into the necessity of the enemas eluded my understanding.

The enemas from my friend's mom's hand went differently. She told me beforehand that she would give me a tea blend that would be very pleasant to the touch. This enema was in fact the first I received without a peep. And when I received two more from her after a few weeks, I got my first hard-on.

I have often secretly wished to receive one or the other enema from this woman, but unfortunately the opportunity never arose again.

At home it continued as usual, with the difference that the rubber bulb was accompanied by a rubber bag and an enamel irrigator.

My mother now increasingly used the two new parts. The liquids rushed into the colon in one go and not in individual bulb portions as before. Here, too, my screaming could not be overheard.

At some point, when I had passed the age of twelve or eleven, my little one suddenly spoke up and said he had to grow up.😎 Of course, this did not go unnoticed by my mother. But she never said anything about it.

From that point on, I took the enemas like a man and let myself endure them in silence. When I was 12 or 13 I suddenly had a hard-on with every enema. Maybe that's why the enemas became less and then eventually stopped altogether; I didn't know and never asked...

Our bathroom did well; it got quiet inside...😎

Oh gosh..initially with enemas #1 & #2 I cried and fussed big-time.This got me nowhere so I calmed it down to some melodramatic fussing/complaining..The enemas were “Doctor Ordered” and when I needed to get a enema--I got it…