Did you easily accept being given enemas as a child?

I never enjoyed enemas as a child. I would wait to tell my mom I was constipated for so long, because I never liked getting them. Once I got them, and I felt better, it was a different story.

Today, I cant wait to get them!

Not really because when I ws five I watched as my four year old brother got one fromMom with a bulb syringe. He was on his back with his legs up. He was screaming, crying,kicking like mad. I was sure I never wanted one my self. I only remember remember getting two as a child. One from my grandmother when I was six which I talked her out of finishing and one from Mom when I was 11 which I was shocked to discover felt good. I was really hooked after that.

I don't remember my early enemas but I bet I resisted and whined that I did not need one like most everybody did. I guess it was when I was 7 or 8 that I figured out that resistance just prolongs the process, and by the way, if I lay still it really doesn't feel that bad going in. By 10 or so I decided I liked the feel of the nozzle slipping into me and the water going into me and I learned to give myself small enemas. I took the bulb into the bathtub with me and usually gave myself just enough to feel the water in my butt without having to go to the toilet immediately.

I was more interested in the feel of the nozzle and the water in my butt than what an enema is usually for, which is to make you shit. Once I had the bulb in the tub with me when mom came in to bring a fresh towel for me. I didn't actually have it stuck in my butt at the moment. She asked what I was doing with "that thing". I told her I was playing squirt gun with it. She said it was not a toy, and put it away under the sink. After that I was a little more careful but soon after that she stopped giving me enemas. I think she figured out what I was actually doing and I didn't need her to do my enemas anymore.

Yes mom would lay me over her lap, tell me to pant like a puppy and fill me up with a large bulb syringe.I was 8years old about 5 syringe fulls was enough.

Yes,after the first few.Whenever mommy or grandmother told me it was time for "MY CLEANING OUT",I knew it was my enema time.I would follow them into our bathroom without delay,and get into postion in what mommy called the diapering postion on the towel on the floor.

Yes, I accepted enemas given at home by Mom because I knew they were for my good; constipation or fever, for example. I never got too many from Mom, but when I was very young I found that I liked the feeling of the syringe going into my bottom and the water squirting into me. I even liked the feeling of the expulsion. Having found the 2 oz infant syringe in the medicine cabinet at a young age I enjoyed self administering whenever I got the chance.

No fuss at all. mom said "I think you need a little enema to make you feel better". she helped me out of bed and into the bathroom and it all went like clockwork.

I begged and pleaded but it never did any good. Soon I was stripping my bed and laying down newspapers on it while I could hear her getting everything ready. She would come back in the room and put sheets over the newspapers and tell me to take off my clothes and lay on the bed. Soon I would see her come in the room holding a bulging yellow travel syringe in one hand, the hose and nozzel in the other and tell me to turn over on my tummy. Soon I would feel the nozzle, hear the metalic snap and start begging her to stop as the pressure built up. As much as I dreaded it back then, I would sure like to have that experience again today!

Wow! So many interesting experiences!

I'm surprised to see how few got enemas from their fathers. Did not realize how rare that was.

Although I now know my mother was addicted to enemas, she never gave them to me. Always had my father give them to me. Strange, she must have do so knowing I wouldn't protest or it would be useless that way, and she was right. So, instead of outwardly crying or protesting, I did it inwardly by saying to myself that I wouldn't show any emotion and would not let the enema work on me! Crazy, I know but that's the way it was.

I should write more about this in my profile.

Would like to correspond with others who got enemas from their fathers - be interesting to see how it affected you.

I sure did...my mom, an RN, gave very pleasureable, non-cramping enemas. Her techniques were supurb and her voice telling me to breath slowly...deeply as the enema went in was sooooo soothing. And I loved hearing her tell me that it was so important to take the whole enema. Periodically she'd stop the flow to let me recover, then continue the procedure. It felt really enjoyable as the enema solution was then continured to be flowing in me. She was a true professional in giving pleasureable enemas so anytime she told me that I had to be given an enema I was more than pleased to cooperate! Many great memories of all those enemas...

No way! I fought, kicking and screaming all the way. I hated enemas as a kid. My mother always used a bulb syringe on me. The repeated insertions of the nozzle and the hot soapy water squirting up my butt caused me to put up a fight every time. Funny how time changes things.

Never received enemas from parents, got my first one when I had my appendicts out at about 13 yrs from a nurse. Got a hardon right away and knew then and there there was something erotic about enemas and anal play.

My mother only asked one time if I would let her give me one bulb full of water for a tummy ache, I said no. After that I would sneak into bath room and filled a number of times with bulb.

Resistance was limited to a bit of fussing and crying ("I don't want an enema!"); anything more would have resulted in a spanking and that would have made the experience even worse. Actually, I don't recall any remembered enema hurting that much. I know I would squeal when the nozzle was inserted (3oz. bulb syringe; later the bag and the adult enema nozzle), and emit tight groans as the soap-induced cramps surged through me, but I'm really not sure it hurt that much. I vaguely remember getting one when I was about four and I didn't fuss at all. In fact, I tried to be helpful and make it easier on her (I thought) by flipping over on her lap, so I was face up with my legs in the air, but she would have none of that and smacked my bottom, so I turned back over to the usual position. The last one she gave me, when I was nine, was a totally enjoyable experience, though, of course, I didn't let her know.

This is a fascinating topic. I got a few enemas from Mom when I was a small boy, and I remember fighting and crying over the first one, but not the others--but I have had a lifelong obsession with them, especially giving. I love to give them (to women), and I also love to receive them--but only from a girlfriend or other female. I've been to the colon therapist many times (found a GREAT one here in the San Diego area...let me know if you want her #), but all in all, I enjoy a good enema series. For some reason, volume has always stimulated me, both giving and receiving. I have a strong bdsm component in my giving, so my girlfriends have all "gotten more than they wanted," but since I am Dom and my gf's have been sub, that's what THEY wanted, too... funny how things can be erotically unpleasant, isn't it?

And recently, as I age, I've found a most valuable adjunct--after a large hot enema, my prostate drains, and clear fluid exits my penis. I think it does so on the expulsion side, and it is something I'm going to take care to note, since BPH affects so many men. I haven't got that (yet), but I wonder if the reason is the enemas??

Yes, I easily accepted enemas as a child.

Bill

Good question cnmtman.

Arguing and resisting were my early reactions. The threat of a spanking (since I was certainly in the position for it) was all it took to get the process started. Complaining didn't do any good whatsoever, so the end result was taking the whole bag. And not liking it.

What a difference the years have made!

Didn't have a choice. Mom was the boss. There was no way to win an arguement with her so I just submitted and let it happen.

As a young child in the care of my foster aunt and uncle any protest on my part was futile. When she said, "you need to have the enema" that was it. Her mind was made up and often I'd get a spanking first because I protested.

Initially, I didn't like it, and resisted as much as possible, but as I got a bit older, the resistance was for show only, as I couldn't wait

Mother always knew when I should have an enema, and I never resisted, as they weren't uncomfortable. In fact they were quite relaxing, as she slowly filled me with a warm Ivory SS enema, while I lay naked on a towel on the bathroom floor. She always told me to tell her if I felt uncomfortable, and she would stop the flow for a couple minutes or so. I was too young to appreciate the sexual stimulation of an enema back then, but because they were never a negative experience, I had no hesitation trying enemas myself when I came into puberty. Been enjoying them ever since.

As I have posted before, I had a birth defect that resulted in frequent constipation and the need for enemas. I vaguely remember a session with a bulb, butt that quickly segued into the half bag progressing to the full bag. At about age 13-14 my Mom was working at a surgical supply house and brought me home a 20 inch 32 Fr catheter, and said to go ahead any time I thought I needed one. She didn't give me another one until I was in my 50's. --that was fun and we laughed a lot about "the old days".

From my earliest age with the bulb...to the bag at about 4, it was a common occurance so no fuss. And the truth of the matter, since I competed with my sister for attention from Mom I relished the time and "kind" attention from Mom in the process. --t'was indeed wonderful!

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When I was home sick, always considered that sooner or later I'd hear water running in the bathroom and my mother walking in with a 1 quart measuring cup, for guess what! Next the neighbor would show up to help hold me down and stick it in. At the time, don't know which was worse, the milk of magnesia or the enema.

Not at first. After realizing that enemas were going be a frequent ritual and experiencing a dry orgasm from a good bulb syringing from mom, I learned to relax and enjoy.

My enemas started when I was quite young. They just seemed like a fact of life. They were gentle & private. I remember once saying, no, I don't want it. It wasn't because they were unpleasant in any way, I just wanted to watch TV. I got the enema!

I resisted them for some time as a child, but as time went on i discovered i enjoyed them so i stopped resisting completely

I never had a problem with them ther was always somthing ther I knew I liked about them

No I did fight and kicked when I was going to get an enema as a child and had to be held down.

There's a story about me that still gets brought up at family gatherings every once in a while about the time I ran out of the house naked in the middle of winter into the snow covered yard ....running away from my mother who was about to give me an enema....so I guess the answer to "Did you easily accept being given enemas as a child?" is an emphatic NO !!!!

The first enema I can recall was at the age of three and the only memory of that incident was that I was really upset about the whole procedure. When I was five, I had a problem passing something that was too large to come out, possibly an impaction of some sort, and mother got out the red bag. I didn't really mind the intrusion but it was something I could take or leave, no big whoopie. I experienced that difficulty with a BM several times a year and mom helped me out with her enema prowess. At those times an enema was something that just happened and I was glad to have the relief but there was no turn on for me.

At the age of eight mother asked me to help her give my brother an enema, he was so violently opposed to an enema that she needed both hands to hold him in place and to keep the nozzle in his hiney, and she wanted me to hold the bag and raise or lower it as she directed. I had being never seen someone get an enema before and I was fascinated by the process, the prelube and the insertion took on a whole different dimension for me. One thing for certain, there was never a doubt about being thoroughly lubed when mother was going to give you an enema, I sometimes think she owned stock in vaseline because she used so much. the nozzle appeared to be about double in diameter because of all of the vaseline she would put on it and my brother was jumping so much that several times the nozzle came out of his rectum all of the way and on the way out it would pick up excess vaseline and it seemed to have as much on it as it did before mother inserted it the first time.

During the twenty minutes that she was working on my brother I was suddenly taken with a serious desire to be over her lap getting that enema, this was the first time I recall wanting an enema for the sake of the enema, and after she was through with my brother I told her that I didn't feel too good myself and she ended up giving me the first enema that I had ever lusted for. I suppose that was the epiphany moment for me and enemas and for the next several years I had an inordinate number of stomach aches that resulted in a magic session with mom and her big red bag. I was careful that I didn't have so many that she would think of calling in the doctor and I wonder to this day if she was on to my ruse or not.