Enemas growing up from Mothers and Aunts

Enemas were frequent in my house growing up, it seemed like one of us was getting it at one point or another and it really shaped my love for them today (even though i hated them then). There is a whole set of memories that come back when i strip for one now, or the smell of the rubber or the soap and water mixture. Its really crazy how those little things bring back floods of memories

There is no question about the fact that early enemas in the home influenced my ' klismo ' persona today . As I have stated elsewhere on this site as in discussion comments , my experiences were of a very positive nature and as such were most welcome diversions in my life from my infancy , according to my mom , until and through my last home enema administered by my mother when I was a young man still residing at home . As to the subject thread yes ….. I did receive several enemas from a ' special aunt ' and later when in college / university from a ' great - aunt ' by relation with the lady being my grandmother's ' baby sister ' . That activity is a story in itself and led eventually to my ' first time to give an enema ' to this very special lady who encouraged me to do so for her . I will never forget her gentle soft voice asking me that afternoon so long ago ……….. ' ……. ' would you like to give me an enema ' ???????? I was flattered to say the least but also very willing to be of assistance as to this very personal and needed request from a dear lady I had come to love and respect . Needless to say I was very gentle and methodical in my initial administration which we both in retrospect very much enjoyed .

I got enemas from both mom and aunt

Got them from mom at least 3 times a week age 5 till today

Had a enema for stomach ache due to eating of green orchard apples and large amount of hoop cheese when told not to earlier. I operate each and encountered constipation with no bowel movement for couple of days and had very soapy mix enema by grandma and assisting aunt who had to contain and restrain me face down onto the bed as I was resisting the procedure finally succumbing to it once my pants and underwear were thrust downward below cheeks and I felt the prep of rectal rectum lubrication occur and the oncoming hose and nozzle headed for that area and the overflowing soap mixture running down the bulbous bag hung bedside on a tall wooden coat /hat rack.

First ever enema at age of 8. Fretter

You were a lucky boy! im sure you didnt feel that way at the time, but they did it out of love!!!!

Mom was a firm believer in enemas. Me and my 8 siblings got them.

If you were sick in my house growing up a enema was a given , especially if you were to sick to go to school

I was raised by my Aunty and her family and, since the constipation was something I had to struggle with from the early age, the enema was definitely a thing in the house. No other children in the house (my brother and Aunty's five sons) seemed to need it, at least not that I knew that. But my Aunty and I could develop the right enema routine for me over time. She was a very understanding woman, kind and compassionate, I think she understood quite well what it meant to me to have to be in need of such an intimate treatment (in the house full of boys!).

It was usually “scheduled” right after the Sunday church, the boys would go out to play or do their boyish stuff or stay with the Uncle in the town. Aunty would accompany me to the “adult” bathroom in the house, where children would normally be not allowed into. She would put a towel onto the floor and help me undress. She had always explained what she was about to do and was so patient with me that those Sundays were actually never stressful for me and I learned to love our calm private conversations. She would prepare several enemas (I needed it cause I sometimes didn't have the bowel movement since the previous enema session). I got them all on the floor, mostly lying on my side or back, with my knees put to my chest. I had to retain every one of them for about ten minutes, firstly the soapy ones and the clean water enema as the last one. It was sometimes a bit tiring, but my Aunt was always very supporting. And I always felt so much better afterwards - right after all the solid smelly stuff was out. If I complained about the soreness in my ass, she would lubricate it or put a suppository in it. And then it was all done. At the dinner table we were looking look at each other like two conspirators and smiled. Noone knew about our little secret.

It went like this for a long time and I even remember being about seventeen and receiving my last enemas from her before I went to college. I didn't need an enema for years since that, but I still have very fond memories about that time and my dear Aunty and wanted to share them with you.

To Timeproperty, thank you so much for sharing, sounds like you and your aunt really had a special relationship.

I don't think my mom ever gave me an enema. My dad certainty didn't, he left that stuff up to my mom.

Never from an aunt.

All of my growing up enemas were from mom. My grandad on mom's side remarried. So whenever my grandad and step grandmom visited she always made sure i got an enema. She and mom would take me iknto the bathroom and give me many soapy bulbs. I watched grandpa and her unpack their suit case during one visit and she brought out a lovely blue open top enema bag. She asked if I knew what it was for and I answered yes. That afternoon I was getting one.

While I got my share of enemas when growing up, my two sisters probably got a few more than I did. Mom was a great housekeeper and the bag was intended to be kept put away in the linen closet. If we were sick an enema was always part of the treatment, but mom was also pretty good at watching our bowel habits and too many days without one meant that that person would soon have an appointment with the red bag full of soapsuds. That said it seems as if that enema bag was used at least once each week, which also meant that nobody ever gave a second thought to it being out on the towel bar drying after a use.

I noticed two larger bags in my mother's sister's linen closet back when I was in my teens. I always wondered how much they got used in that household.

I have written about the enemas that my mom gave me when I was young and what I remember about them. And as I have stated previously, those came to an end by the time I was 7 years old when my parents separated and divorced.

I sometimes wonder how things would have been different if I had lived with my mom after the divorce (well beyond just enemas). But relevant here is whether the enemas would have continued and for how long? Would my own self-discovery and indulgence of enemas blossomed like it did a few years later? I have no way of knowing.

When it was time just had to take it or take and get the wooden spoon as well

@CaptNemo I noticed two larger bags in my mother's sister's linen closet back when I was in my teens. I always wondered how much they got used in that household.

I always read that women should not use the same bag and equipment for both douching and enemas - so I wonder if that is why you happened upon two bags. A sniff of the bags might tell the story if one had a vinegar scent and the other soapy… oh that would be exciting to find.

@reddevil said,

I always read that women should not use the same bag and equipment for both douching and enemas - so I wonder if that is why you happened upon two bags.

As preteens our RN grandmother taught my brother, sister, an I personal hygiene. Once school started that fall, we started giving each other enemas after school in the afternoon. A year or two into this activity, my sister asked me for a couple of enemas, because she was having troublesome period cramps one afternoon. We followed our normal routine, whenever we gave each other enemas. As a rule, she gave me a couple of enemas first, then I gave her a couple of enemas, that being her preferred order. As she was on the toilet expelling her second enema, I was rinsing the bag in soap & water and the douche nozzle in alcohol. When she asked me to fix her a warm water douche with a little vinegar. I did as she asked and hung the full bag on the shower head, then started to leave too give her privacy. When she said, “don’t leave, I needed your help.” I replied, “sure, what do you need?” She said, “I want you to hold the bag, while I stand in the shower with the water on my back, because the hose isn’t long enough and it’ll give you the chance to see what I do.” When she finished on the toilet and got up. She turned the water on in the shower, adjusted the temperature too her liking and got in. With her back to the shower head, water spraying down her back, she said, “get the bag and hold it up for me, then hand me the douche nozzle.” Once she had the douche nozzle in hand, she slowly slid it in her vagina with a little twist, then asked me to start the flow. I watched as she douched with a nozzle, that less than an hour before, had been used to give both of us a couple of enemas.

The linen closet had a second two quart closet top douche/enema bag, along with hose an attached nozzle, ready for use. However, it was mainly used as a hot water bottle after we were responsible for ourselves. There were three or four extra douche nozzles both curved and straight, plus the same number of rectal nozzles, of various sides, stored in a drawer by the bathroom sink. At least two of the douche nozzles had a hole in the tip and the others didn’t. I don’t recall if the nozzle my sister an I used that day, had the hole in the tip or not. However, I suspect it did, because we preferred to use one of the douche nozzles with a hole in the tip for enemas. In all the years we engaged in this activity, none of the girls ever had a problem, because we used the same douche nozzle both anally or vaginally. Our RN grandmother had taught us too “always” clean rectal or vaginal nozzles in alcohol.

It comes to mind a lot of enemas where entertainment for moms and aunts who grew up on enemas themselves,everyone had the equipment some had multiple bags. I know I came to love the enema bag and the feelings it brought out and later the power and control the enema bag demanded. Then when you started your own path of self administration or sharing with others the enemas the feelings it brought out I don’t think where any different than mom or your aunts felt. Change my mind they got off on it one way or the other you do…….your here we are online the hung over the fence to talk about enemas

Growing up grandma, aunt, and mom would use an enema as a panacea for everything, and it wasn’t just our family. I can remember many times at friends houses using the bathroom and seeing a red, pink, or cream colored enema bag hanging from the back of the bathroom door. If it was a cough, slight fever, runny nose or even Saturday nights bath time for the next day church we were going on the bag and it wasn’t up for discussion. The boys went first and the girls were next, it was never rushed and given in a gentle way.

I was sick with allergies growing up. Back then, an enema was given as the cure-all for everything plus when allergy meds came about they had a tendency to make me constipated. I was usually sickest around Labor Day weekend every year due to the peak of the hay fever season. One such weekend, the family had vacation plans plus grandma was visiting. Early one morning as I was laying in bed I overheard grandma say “Well then, let's just go ahead and give Michael a good enema…” I froze in place with breathless anticipation, butterflies in my tummy and weak in the knees. Soon enough, mom came into my room, ordered me onto my tummy and proceeded to lower my pj bottoms and underpants to my knees and inserted a vintage glass rectal thermometer smeared with globs of vaseline and said “Michael, hold very still while I go check on grandma”….to which she left the room and went to join grandma who was tending to the preparation of my enema. “Yes, a good hot soapy enema will do him good”, grandma remarked. Mom returned soon enough, removed the thermometer, read it, and then proceeded to remove my pj bottoms and underpants completely leaving me wearing only a t-shirt. “Michael, follow mommy into the bathroom. We're giving you an enema”….mom instructed. I was 10 or 11 and still soft, smooth, pale white, skinny twink boy with a flat tummy, skinny legs and a smooth bare bottom- now all shivering and covered with goose bumps. I entered the bathroom and there stood grandma holding the large, bulging red rubber enema with red hose, chrome clamp and black nozzle smeared with globs of vaseline. “You'll feel so much better after an enema…” grandma remarked. Mom managed the hose, clamp and nozzle during my enema while grandma held-up the bulging enema full of warm soapsuds high overhead. After insertion, there came a “CLICK”!. The room seem to fill with total light and silence and the smell of warm rubber and soapsuds. Soon, I felt the whisperings of that familiar “weak” feeling building deep inside of my tummy of the rapidly flowing warm soapsuds. “Do you feel it going in, Michael?” mom intuitively asked. I was breathless and couldn't immediately say a word in reply. Instinctively, grandma lowered the enema, inspected its contents, then quickly raised it back high overhead. "Yes, it appears to be going in……look at Michael's tummy (my tummy had already begun to distend). https://en.zity.biz/gallery/image/16548

Mom was the oldest of four siblings. She had one brother and two sisters and during a summer visit with grandma, grandma used me as her subject to teach mom’s youngest teenage sister how to administer enemas to young kids. Afterwards, she would give me and my siblings enemas whenever grandma asked her too. It wasn’t that often, mainly at bedtime when we needed both an enema and a bath. First, she undressed us, then herself. Then had us lay on our backs, with our feet pulled back to our bottoms, in turn, on a couple of bath towels with one rolled up as a pillow. She was the only one that used this position in the bathroom to administer a soapy, then rinse enemas to us. Once we’d finished on the toilet, she’d put us in the shower to bath us. All together when younger, then one on one as we got a little older, with her bathing us in the shower. We always enjoyed it when mom’s sister did us, because she didn’t do it that often and like mom, she did us together, letting us get away with a lot more than mom or grandma. However, that didn’t stop her from putting us across her lap and giving us a spanking when needed, or told to do so, by grandma.

As I said earlier, she only got to do us a few times that I recall, and by the time I was eleven, she had gone to college and no longer lived at home. It was a cherished time for me and my siblings that we’ll always remembered…

When my sister and I were growing up, I only recall getting a couple of enemas from my mom and perhaps one from my grandmother when my parents went on a week vacation. Both my mother and her mother had a fasting ritual every month during their periods. They both did it to control their weight. My mom kept her enema bag in the bathroom closet except during her period when she was fasting. She generally took her enemas in the evening before she went to bed. She had a separate “feminine syringe” for douching. Since she used a diaphragm for BC her douche syringe was always hanging someplace in the master bathroom. She never put it away. When she stopped having periods she switched to taking her fasting enemas on the full moon every month for 7 days.

When I started menstruating mom took me to a local pharmacy and bought me a fountain syringe for my enemas. She sent away for a good folding travel douche syringe for me. I used it for years. It finally failed when I was in grad school. She showed me how to take enemas and douche. Once in a while when we were at our cabin in Maine, I would catch her taking her enema, or expelling on the toilet or more frequently douching in the morning when she took her diaphragm out after sex; one bathroom made privacy difficult.

Dita

Staying home from school sick, I remember after my sister left for school.I would hear the water running and the preparations being made for my enema.Laying and bed hearing that and the antisapation. Will always be in my mind. Then I would hear “ Mark honey come here your enema is ready!”

I only got one enema when I was nine. I hated it. My sister got them a lot. At least I thought it was a lot. Once or twice a month. I didn't start liking them until a girl moved in with me and turned me on to them. This was many years later.

Anyway, I was talking to my sister and her girlfriend the other night and I don't remember what all we were talking about. I asked my sister if we went home to visit mom and dad is she needed an enema would she ask mom to give her one? She said she would ask her girlfriend. I said but what if she didn't come with us. She said,"me ask mom to give me an enema at my age?" I said yes. The look on her face was priceless. She said no. I would ask you first. At least I could get away with saying you are a nurse. LOL

Yes , from both as in eagerly anticipated , good administrations , calmly received and always with the desired by my administrators ' good results ' .