Crying when getting an enema as a child

Cry about getting an enema? I don't think so. My first was at four and I wanted it in advance because my sister had gotten one. It was self administered but my mom gave explicit instructions. The only time I cried was when I had a hip fracture and was in the hospital. I'd had a partial stool which was half in and half out. I cried with embarrassment when I had to ask for a fleets. I was thirty four.

For me the earlier years I did cry and put up a physical fight and had to be held down which I just hated. But as I got older around 10 years I started to like my enemas I still gave Mom a hard time though. I wouldn't cry anymore but I did complain a lot didn't want Mom to think I was liking it. LOL 😁 😜

I never cried during my enemas. I started getting enemas as an infant and simply grew up with them and so even when I was a toddler getting an enema was completely egosyntonic for me. My earliest memories of getting an enema were of my mother calling me into the bathroom and removing all of my clothes, draping me over her knees while she was seated on the closed toilet seat, and giving me an enema with a red rubber bulb syringe with a black tip and me complying like it was the most natural thing in the world. I do not recall any pain so she must not have given me too much enema water, but I do recall the tremendous pleasure of water running rapidly into my rectum. Ahhh .. to relive those days would be a trip to heaven itself.

I've only gotten an enema once in my life, when I was 14 or 15 and I was in the ER for...severe anemia.

I didn't understand then and I still do not understand till this day why it was necessary to have a rectal exam, a vaginal exam and enema... I was a virgin and I told them that!

Perhaps they didn't believe me or maybe they wanted to see whether I'm loosing too much blood due to some gynecological reason, I get that. With the rectal...I don't get it and the enema?!!! I have no explanation.

That enema caused me to experience severe cramping and I cried, actually I screamed; because of the pain and because I felt humiliated and I didn't understand why would anyone subject me to that.

I put it behind, but I never wanted to hear about an enema my entire life.

Then I sign up on ZB and I see how many people actually enjoy enemas.? They enjoy it and I had a horrible experience.

Perhaps the person that did it to me didn't know what she was doing and that's why it hurt so much... I don't know, but I have to admit that all this enema talk got me curious. Maybe if I'm in control, and do it on my own terms it will be different?

I purchased a kit a while ago, I haven't opened it, I'm not going to for a while...one day I might.

I showed it to my husband (he's not into medfet at all) and I was surprised by his response..."You want me to hook you up?"?

I have to admit I wasn't expecting him to say that, considering that he won't even insert a speculum for fear of accidentally do something wrong and hurt me.

I shouldn't have let him watch "Sex sent me to the ER"?

NADY you have taken the first step and the offer of your husband sounds promising. However, don't hurry things and seek advice from zity people about positions, potions, nozzles , amount of water and all the other things which have to be considered. The worst result would be for you to have another unpleasant experience and renounce them for life!

NADYASB, since you were severe anemic at the time, and since drugs are absorbed through the rectal area faster than any other way, that may have been the reason that they gave you an enema in the ER. and as far as it goes, hospital stall are not all that caring about how a person feels. get in and get it done I think is their motto.

My brother received regular enemas from our mother, due to a medical condition. He would fight and kick and scream and cry and generally cause a 10 or 15 minute enema to be dragged out for a much longer period of time. I, on the other hand, never had to have an enema until I was 6 or so. I knew what was coming and didn't offer up any protestations. Wham, bam, it was over and I never received another from my mom. I didn't become a klismo until several years later.

Faultless50 ---- great word ... egosyntonic

For me it is quite natural that a child will cry when this will be forced to get an enema. Firstly: Even a child is entitled to an explanation of a certain procedure; for example: "You are constipated, so your colon should be cleansed." - Secondly: A child should always have the chance to choose between various possibilities: taking a laxative, receiving an enema or inserting a laxative suppository. I suppose that in this case no child will cry.

I never cried. My mom was very gentle and caring. Enemas, suppositories, and rectal temps were no big deal. But I do remember cousins crying. Also, it was common to hear kids crying at the drs office. I used to speculate what they were crying about. Rectal temps were my usual guess.

When a child crying, I did not want enema. after 12 - 13 years old, I did not cry but I was humiliated.

2016-03-01 person: what? In my experience any anal medication will make a child cry because third-party insertion is a painful violation

Younger children cry sometimes just out of fear.

As your children get to be school age, it is about helping them to not be too scared.

Part of that involves the WAY you give them enemas (Assuming you need to. I've been lucky on that!!!) and deal with the fear at that point.

That fist enema when it comes is so critical in dealing with the child's fears.

The crying, fighting resisting etc is all the result of fear.

I don't think I ever cried because of an enema. Maybe when I was very young, before I can remember, and before I understood what enemas were about. Maybe it's because mom was always gentle, never gave more than I could hold, and always private. I think the fact that I started giving myself enemas at a very early age shows that for me, enemas were more pleasant than traumatic.

I remember crying when i was about to get suppositories from my aunt. I do remember being very young and the suppository did hurt going in, and being just out of of the refrigerator they were very cold. As I got older i guess i got used to them, the only real annoyance was the humiliation of being taken over her lap face down and the burning of the glycerin suppositories.

I cried as a child probably till age 13/14, my mom generally gave us fleets which where pretty harsh back then. Today - i have 3 kids, my youngest, 9 still cries she gets fleets as well for the time being, my middle child is 12 and does her fair share of whining and complaining, my son who is 13 is a braver but will whimper when he is holding the solution - my older 2 get the bag not fleets usually

I usually cried with drama when getting any enema from age 9 to 11, with some mild wriggle squirm. A lot of pitiful sounding complaining/fussing. A 1 qt. 104 degree F.Castille soapywater enema was a really big/filling enema for me,with very uncomfortable sensations of irritation and pressure for a small bodyframed boy even at age 12. The Pediatrician said I needed a 1 qt enema at age 9-10, and 40.ozs at age 11 on.

I know I cried when I got my enemas. They hurt! I think I usually received a full bag because my mom wanted to be sure it worked. However when I was expelling, the crying was over. I remember thinking that maybe I was a girl because when girls sat on the toilet, water came out. I don't know when I figured out the difference but maybe this had something to do with enemas becoming a fetish.

My female cousin was constipated alot and received many soapsticks and enemas from my Uncle James. (My Grandma recalled: if the soapstick didn't produce a bowel movement, a soapy enema was soon to follow.) He gave my cousin lots of both. If my Mom, Grandma and I happened to be visiting, I could hear my cousin loudly crying from the bathroom while getting the enema, saying "Daddy, my stomach hurts!" She also came out of the bathroom crying.

Funny thing is.....I wish my Uncle James had given ME soapy enemas! It's one of my fantasies now.

I don't remember crying as much as complaining and stalling I'm sure a few tears were shed when younger. Especially if I got the wooden spoon for not cooperating .

I did cry from the pain caused by my mom's terrible technique. She never burped the air from the hose, held the bag as high as possible to get it over with fast and never lubed the rectal nozzle.

I cried and fussed when mom began using the bag enema on me. The combination of no control over the situation, the volume and bloating, and the cramps, it was definitely uncomfortable. I was afraid of those early enemas, but at the same time, from earliest memory, I was always curious about the equipment and rectal thermometer. Playing with the equipment was exciting, but the real thing from mom was frightening and exciting at the same time.

I cried all of the time up until about age 8. Not really sure why because I really don't remember the hurting, except maybe a little cramping. After 8 I began to like them...but never really said that. I always got the enema using a bulb syringe so to get enough water in there was a lot of filling and reinsertion.

Frankly I think a tear must have come up when I took my first 4-qt enema at 16.

I didn't start bawling like a baby, but let's face it 4-QT enemas HURT!

Nope, never cried (at least as far as I can remember). Loved 'em right from the start and would often feign constipation or complain about itchy worms to get mom to stick it to me. She always obliged. I guess I was born a klismo... 😁

Crying is just a part of the procedure nothing should stop the progress of the giving. As they say the show must go on....omg did I say that.....

I remember crying from just seeing mom get the bulb out. I cried when she told me to take off all my clothes. I cried watching her mix the soapy water in the sink as I sat naked on the toilet. I cried as she sprayed the water into me and I cried while expelling. All that crying never stopped her from giving a good enema to her little boy. She would talk to me throughout the procedure, telling me how good it was for me and how good it will feel to be cleaned out. After awhile, knowing that enemas would continue to be a regular occurrence (and not just for me - everyone in our house got them), the crying stopped and I learned to listen to her, to relax and accept the enema. I enjoyed hearing her praise for taking a good enema, would agree with her that I felt better after expelling, and even agreed with her when she said a little more was necessary.

At some point, around 6 or 7 years old, I think she determined those bulb enemas were just a little too easy for me (according to her, a good enema required a noticeable level of discomfort). I remember being called into the bathroom and my eyes zeroed in on the family fountain syringe with its long hose and black nozzle, hanging from the robe hook next to the toilet, full and waiting for me. And the crying started all over again.

I always cried. It was humiliating. When it was done for worms, my mother would open my legs and inspect my vulva, checking in between the folds and gently retract my clit hood before she administered the bulb enema. I remember how that nozzle burned going into my anus as I lay naked across her lap. I remember her pinching my cheeks closed and rushing me onto the toilet to expel.

I think it was genuinely done for the pinworm issue, but I wanted to freakin die at the time. I was 5 or younger.

I probably cried 2 or 3 times. But, mom said i was getting an enema every night before bedtime, and that was that. Then she spanked my butt till i was bawling my eyes out. She told me if i didnt take it like a big boy she would spank me even harder.

Its hard to completely remember but generally I cried anytime the enema was announced up to about age 10 or so after that it turned to complaining and semi-begging/whining. I am not sure I ever left that stage even now. When I decide I am having an enema there is still part of me that 'complains' about needing it.