Did you easily accept being given enemas as a child?

I think I might have been hesitant at the first mention of an enema, but the idea of getting relief from a bound up colon probably made it much easier to get me into position on the bathroom floor to receive a much needed enema, without fuss.

My grandmother was the one who frequently gave me enemas. Most of the time I'd put up a fuss, moaning and sometimes crying hoping she'd change her mind and not give me an enema, however that did not change her mind at all because I always ended up over her lap with the nozzle in my butt. After a few bulbs she would then decide I've had enough and let me go.

Today's a different story though, If given the change to get an enema from my grandmother again, I would definitely cooperate without a doubt 😃

Having received them each night before bed since I was a toddler, I got used to them. And I finally looked forward to receiving them. I really enjoyed the fact that they extremely reduced the amount of mornings I woke up with a poopy diaper.

I think my mom would have considered me a pretty good enema patient. Sure, I had to protest a little just so she didn't catch on that I actually enjoyed the small enemas I got from her. By time I was about eight, my sister and I were giving ourselves and each other small enemas with the bulb in the bathtub just because they were, well, kinda fun. When I was old enough to stay home alone I often spent the time in the bathroom. And it went on from there.

But going back, I didn't get a lot of enemas from mom, and not on a regular schedule, so when she determined that I needed an enema it was usually true. I learned early that once she made up her mind I was unlikely to change it. Most of my complaining was not so much that I did not need the enema, but the timing of it. Like, can't we wait until this TV program is over? I only remember one time I talked her out of the enema and that was a mistake. She told me if I did not want the enema she was going to give me Castoria. The next morning I was at school when it kicked in, nearly causing a very embarrassing accident in the classroom. Never again did I choose a laxative over an enema.

For me, at my Preparatory (age 8 to 13 boarding), it was the school matron (house mother) who was the enema giver. There was no nonsense when it came to daily bowel movements. By the time she had worked you through syrup of figs and liquid paraffin there was no point even thinking about protesting when she summoned you to her treatment room at games time. Funny, this was where her caring side appeared, she was really good at what she did and was so discreet that, as far as I know, nobody else ever knew.

Always whined when the enema announcement was made. I knew it would do no good but I pleaded my case that I didn’t need one. What I said never mattered, I would be instructed to head to the bathroom and get undressed.

If I think about the progression, it probably started out as crying and carrying on and then morphed into just whining about getting an enema. While I still didn't like having to get one, but age 12 things had changed to where it was merely toleration and a little complaining. The first enema that I ever had that I decided I liked was when my wife gave me one. That was the true turning point.

Having received them each night before bed since I was a toddler, I got used to them. And I finally looked forward to receiving them. I really enjoyed the fact that they extremely reduced the amount of mornings I woke up with a poopy diaper.

Why in God's name did you as toddler on up, presumably generally healthy, have someone give you an enema every night? Now as an elderly adult at nearly 69 I've loved enemas ever since my first self-given one at age 15. My mom was a stellar RN and gave me almost no enemas, certainly less than 5 my entire life.

I wouldn't have remembered much from being a toddler, but I would certainly have asked my mother why it was required every night. What was the rationale for this, just to produce a clean(er) diaper or underpants? Color me baffled.

Eric

@Thursdays_child said,

Funny, this was where her caring side appeared, she was really good at what she did and was so discreet that, as far as I know, nobody else ever knew.

Nobody else knew, because everybody was getting the same treatment you were receiving. They, like you, kept it too themselves, hence everyone knew, but no one else knew they knew.

When told I was to be given an enema there was no hesitation from me!!

I easily accepted being given an enema as the youngest of all my siblings. When I was called, I went.

Not really as they were uncomfortable and big, but it wasn’t a discussion...once it was decided that an enema was necessary then I was going to get it regardless of what I said.

Yes, very few but accepted very easily and actually enjoyed them. Started my own at age 15 after no Mom-given enemas for perhaps 10 years in between. Hooked immediately after my first one given to myself at age 15. Still hooked now at age 68+.

Eric

Yes, very few but accepted very easily and actually enjoyed them. Started my own at age 15 after no Mom-given enemas for perhaps 10 years in between. Hooked immediately after my first one given to myself at age 15. Still hooked now at age 68+.

Eric

Numerology is any belief in the divine or mystical relationship between a number and one or more coinciding events. I It is often associated with the paranormal, alongside astrology and similar divinatory arts.

Eric - when you turn 69, the two digits 6+9=15, which is the age when you became hooked on enemas. This could be a very special!!! Could it be the year of the divine enema for you?? 😃

Numerology is any belief in the divine or mystical relationship between a number and one or more coinciding events. I It is often associated with the paranormal, alongside astrology and similar divinatory arts.

Eric - when you turn 69, the two digits 6+9=15, which is the age when you became hooked on enemas. This could be a very special!!! Could it be the year of the divine enema for you?? 😃

Interesting. No contact with numerology until now. What's the Divine Enema?

Eric

Maybe less so when very little but yes once the decision was made that I would getting an enema I like to think I was a model patient. Most were given pretty well so wasn't to hard to take.

When told I was to be given an enema all I can ever remember is running into bathroom and disrobing to get the enema.

When told I was to be given an enema all I can ever remember is running into bathroom and disrobing to get the enema.

I wasn't quite as outwardly enthusiastic as Hiddenuser lol, I didn't want her to catch on to how much I enjoyed them. I kind of acted as though I didn't want enemas, while savoring the whole thing. I got away with going over her knees acting a bit reluctant until erections gave it away. Then she told me to take my own enemas.

I don't remember resisting. Always felt good after the enema. When the childhood enemas stopped, I began on my own and now at 72 still love a big bag full.

At a young age I would see my mother naked and she had a beautiful rear end. Often she was on the toilet and would explain bowel health and the need to use the toilet. She would also explain what an enema was for. This started my fetish of seeing women's rear ends and enemas. I remember with nervous anticipation the first time age 11 when my mother told me a nurse was going to give me an enema, and the first time she told me that she had to give me an enema

I never received enemas but once saw my neighbour (a boy around my age - 12 or 13) get it. His mother had called mine to assist in holding him down since he was creating quite the fuss. I followed my mother and saw everything. His bum was red too, indicating he had been spanked. Saw a hairbrush, rectal thermometer and vaseline lying around too. His red bottom looked nice with the red nozzle going into his lubed, glistening anus while my mother held his cheeks open. He was whining but couldn't do much about it.

I never received enemas but once saw my neighbour (a boy around my age - 12 or 13) get it. His mother had called mine to assist in holding him down

Sounds like you might need to get it done. I'm sure your boyfriend could help with that!

I was always fascinated with anything that doctors and nurses did. I wanted to be a doctor myself. All my dad had to do was say “The doctor has ordered an enema,” and I was ready to be the “sick person”. He taught me how to give myself an enema when I was nine or ten and from then on, I played doctor and ordered an enema and then played sick person and received it. When I realized how much schooling it took to be a doctor, I changed my mind, but I never lost the joy of a good enema. In my teen years, I realized that I enjoyed the feeling of the nozzle going in and the bigger and/or longer nozzles were even better.

I used to make a fuss,but it didnt do much good,i would be marched into the bathroom by Grandad gripping my arm where i was ordered to remove my clothes or whatever i was wearing.

My mom was very much into enemas. They were a baby poop helper. When I gradually understood why she was doing this I hated my enemas. Memories explode often with pain and sexual tingles for a little boy that does not understand sex. This little boy had to be restrained until an age where a few very sharp slaps helped open a clenched hole. Then I just balled while screaming I hate you. We had the I love you talk many, many times after an enema. The last over the knee enema was bulb first then anger then the big red bag came out.

Sounds like you might need to get it done. I'm sure your boyfriend could help with that!

Hahaha… I am sure you'd tell him if you knew him.

Hahaha… I am sure you'd tell him if you knew him.

I definitely would. What's his email?

I just accepted the fact that Daddy was going to give me an enema. I think in retrospect I somehow thought I was naughty and naughty girls got enemas. I think I thought that because I was very anally erotic and was always secretly slipping my favorite crayon up my bottom. I to accept the enema like a good girl for my enema or Daddy would discover my secret.

I was totally ambivalent to the bulbfulls that my mother occasionally gave me.

I never pitched a b**** as I enjoyed them. That is why I probably turned into an enema lover. Go figure