Enema syringes in plain view

Once as a young teen, I visited my sisters girlfriends house. There was a red douche bag,hose and nozzle hanging in the bathroom.(This was in the early 60's) I filled the bag and drained it into the tub. I remember them asking me if everything was alright since we all had to go somewhere that evening.

Our family fountain syringe was always hung in the bath to dry for a few days after each use. Because there were 8 in the house, there were times when the bag & hose seemed permanently displayed. Never was there an attempt to hide it just because relatives or friends were dropping by. I remember the sight of the drying equipment would have a "laxative" effect on me. I also remember sitting on the toilet and mom pointing to the bag and asking me if I needed a little help.

Today the bag is tucked away after use (hanging in the back of my closet). Nobody gets to see the equipment except me and the wife.

I have no recollection of ever seeing enema equipment at people's houses. That is until I had my first home enema. Then they seemed to be everywhere. Of course, if I was using someone's bathroom and didn't see any enema equipment about, I was much more likely to give the bathroom cabinets a quick check. :😃

I think the effect is like when you're about to buy a new car. Before you buy yours, you rarely see any car like it on the road. But as soon as you buy your car, you see them everywhere.

I never had my first enema until i was in my late 20's and i administed to myself

I am curious. What prompted you to administer yourself an enema while in your late twenties arn? Did you enjoy your first one? Most here; but not all it seems, had them in childhood and then developed an affinity for them over time. Did the first knock your socks off or did you find it more invigorating over time? I will certainly understand if you find these questions too personal and don't answer; but I am just curious enough to ask.

Even though I had a few enemas with an infant rectal bulb syringe, I really love being given an enema with a feminine douche bulb syringe. I think it is the fact that I know that it is going to be inserted over and over again. The release is kinda thrilling to. A good soapsuds enema done with this bulb really turns me on, particularly when given by a really knowledgeable prep nurse!

I grew up in the fifties. After I received my first enema while in the hospital following surgery, I became more observant! I can vividly remember seeing enema bags in almost every bathroom in the community where I lived. Whether it was my parents, my aunt's, or the women who went to church with me - it didn't matter, everyone was doing them, or had done them. I never recall seeing any bulb syringes, though. I did see Massengill douche powder out on the edge of the tub at one of my friend's houses. I also got even with one of my friends by using a straight pin to punch holes in his mom's enema bag and hose. When she used it, I am sure some kid in that family had some 'splainin to do.

Our Davol four ounce bulb was always kept on the top shelf of the linnen closet but one of our neighbors always had a bulb on top of the toilet tank.

Our enema bag would be left hanging on the bathroom door to dry after I'd been given an enema but Mom would put it away in the closet in my parent's bedroom when it was (unless I was to get another enema soon).

In my neighborhood (in the late 40s and early 50s) this seemed to be common practice. I don't remember seeing an enema bag hanging on the bathroom door as some have described, but on several occasions I would find an enema bag hanging over the bathtub which let me know that one of my playmates (or one their siblings) had gotten an enema not long before.

My douche/enema bag is always hang from the showerhead. I make no effort to hide it. this has led to some interesting conversations from guests and even a few "first enemas."

Suzy

About half of friends' homes in my boyhood had bags on permanent "display" in the bathroom. At my home, the enema can and black nozzle were put back in the box after cleaning, and the ridged red/brown hose left out to drip-dry for a few hours.

That made it no secret that someone had been enema-ed.

For financial reasons Mom, Dad and I moved into my paternal grandmother's home. It was a typical 1920's home, several bedrooms and only one bathroom. Both my Grandma's and Mom's enema/douche bags hung from hooks next to the bathrrom door. As I would sit on the toilet I got to see them both, every day.

Grandma's was Flamingo combination syringe. She kept the enema nozzle on it all the time. Mom's was a Rexall Kantleek fountain syringe. it was the BIG one, not the ordinary 2 qt.'er.

Mom also had a 6 oz. red bulb for enemas. Then she had a 10-12 oz. white douche bulb with the shield and end cap. She kept that in the medicine cabinet at the end of the claw-foot tub. She caught me plaaying with her douche bulb once when I was taking a bath. She told me that I shouldn't play with it and if I got caught again she'd spank me. Needless to say, I didn't play with it again.

It seems to me that whenever I visited a relative's house or a friend's house in the 1950's and 60's, the red enema bag was hung either in the shower or behind the door of the bathroom.

Ours wasn't on the door but when visitng someone I would always look in the closet or the drawers of the bathroom and could usually find the equipment, occasionally when it had obviously been used very recently

As I was about 7 I used to visit my aunt's house to play with

my cousin. Every time I went into the bathroom . She had a

red combiation bag with the hose an nozzle on it on the back of

the door. This was back in the early 60's. I never did ask my

cousion if he got enemas with it. But I had a feeling he did.

Ronald

We keep one of our bags hung on the shower head.

Sliding doors on the shower, but one door us usually

halof or full open. So anyone coming into the bath

can see it hanging there.

It's the bag we use for a "quick" constipation

relief enema.

Jack

Growing me and sis always knew what was up when we saw the ole bag hanging from the bathroom door

mother would alway flush our butts out together side by side and stark naked we both hated that

At home the bag was always hanging on the door in the bathroom. Now I hang our bags on the bathroom door! Thats was just a part of our life growing up. Nothing kinky or bad. I never really thought about enemas until later in my twenties.

After an enema, the enema bag was hung from the towel rack over the tub. It stayed there for at least two days drying before going back into the closet. I was in other homes and they kept the enema bag on the back of the bathroom door. This was in the 1940s.

I "stage" my bathroom before I have friends over for a party... I hang my bag from the shower head, and pull the curtain almost closed, but leave it partially open so someone can see it if they are peeking... I make note of how wide a space i leave in the shower curtain opening... during the party or after, i go check it out...and usually the curtain is pulled back further, or totally shut,.... one time I found the bag wet, like someone had used it!...still wonder if one of the guests did a quickie enema at my party!

There's definitely a relationship with childhood experiences with receving enemas, having your temperature taken rectally, and getting spankings and adult fetishes. On a different forum I was looking at, the relationship seemed to be connected with the trauma the child was feeling because usually, within their stories, someone beside the administrator was watching, and they were embarrassed.

I have a partner who also enjoys enemas and a few of my friends know I take enemas so leaving my enema bags and equipment in full view is no problem.

I enjoy seeing my red enema bags hanging in the bathroom all waiting for my next enema session!

I only remove them when expecting visitors or friends who do not know of my enemas....

Mom's black bulb was kept on a shelf in the bathroom closet.

The only time it was in plain view was when she planned to use it. Mom had everything ready--bulb & nozzle on sink top, vaseline jar out, pan of soapy water in sink, and towel over the downed toilet lid. If she planned to take a RT, she had the thermometer on the sink.

When she was ready, she called one of us who was going to get it in. If it was me, as soon as I saw2 the bulb, I knew what was to happen. I protested when I was younger to no avail and when I started to like them just laid down (after lowering my pants & underwear or pajamas if I was wearing them) Sometimes I got enemas before bathtime and I laid down naked over the toilet.)

I remember several times when I was younger, I walked in, saw the bulb and let out something like "oh, no" thinking it was for me but mom said it wasn't for me and I quickly got out of there and then saw either of my 2 sister or my younger brother go in. When I was older (and craved enemas), I walked in and mom said it wasn't for me (for my younger sister). After mom was through, I lied and said that I thought it was for me. Mom wanted to know why and I lied and said I had a stomach ache and hadn't gone today (Key words for mom) She asked if I wanted an enema and with my acting said okay. I enjoyed that enema

Until I went away to college, and later the army, my mother always kept her red open top enema bag hanging from a hook over the bathtub. It was obvious that it was used for enemas because the white plastic rectal tip was always attached to the hose.

Following my discharge I lived with her again for a few months until I could land a job and get my own apartment. She had moved to a new house, and now kept a white rubber enema bag hanging from the back of her bathroom door. I was delighted to move out and be able to give myself enemas whenever I felt like it, which as a horny 21 year old was often, without having to sneak them.

I grew up in the 50's and just about every household I visited, all my friends and relative had them in plain view hanging in the shower from a curtain rod. When I was really Young, before I got my first enema I thought it was a pay toy for when you took a bath. One day my mom caught me playing with the one in our bathroom and explained what it was and how it worked. She saw my curiosity, I was about 8 or 9 so she said she would show me what is was like. She made up a small enema and explained everything she was doing. It felt sort of weird but I remember that warm comforting feeling as the water went in. After I knew what they were for I made it a point to check for them, and if I found them I asked my friends if they got them.

In our house the euipment was always in a bathroom cabinet. In the home of a girl I dated in college, an open top red bag and hose with a black nozzle hung on a hook on the bathroom door.

My red hot water bottles, higginson attachment and rubber tubing hang up in my bathroom for most of the time...always waiting and ready for my next enemas!

I saw all that stuff hanging in cloakrooms and i never gave it much thought. my mother said it was a douche to clean out her female parts and that was that. i understood what it was but it really didn't concern me. ohh sure i handled the thing like Neanderthal man and visualizing the insert doing what it does once it was inserted in to the vagina and the water washing away whatever danger needing washing out . but i never considered the anal use of the dammed thing ... please don't laugh ,now i get it! 😜

I grew up in the 60s and the closed combination Rexall bag was used only when someone in the family had constipation or a fever. My mom may or may not have used it for douching...don't know. In our house, the bag was hung on the back of the bathroom door to dry, then put back into the box in the linen closet, top shelf. I never saw bags in the open over at my friends' house when I was in their bathrooms.

The only time I've seen equipment in the open (hey, I've led a sheltered life) was in the house of a neighbor across the street. She was a lady from Germany that had married her husband from New Jersey who was studying for a year in Germany. The four of us were friends, and often visited in our homes. There was a neighborhood party in their home one night and the only downstairs bathroom was occupied, so the husband said that I could use the upstairs master bath. There I saw a bag with douche noz attached hanging above a bidet.

Do Europeans douche more frequently than their No.American cousins?

Growing up in the 50s & 60s, with Mom and my aunt being nurses, there was almost always the red or white bulb syringe drying on the back of the toilet tank.

Never experienced a bag until playing at a friends house and his sister brought it out and asked us if we both knew what it was for (she certainly did, as her mom had given her several quarts just that morning)

to this day, I prefer bulb syringes

In 50's or 60's it was common to display the enema bag on the back of the bathroom door. Now aren't, I think we have loose something good.

Acquaman