Memories of seeing Enema Equipment

In the late fifties and sixties, our bathroom door always had my mom's folding douche syringe hanging on the back of the door. I can still remember the sound of the syringe hitting the door when the door was opened or shut. The first syringe was a red bag with a red rubber hose and a black douche nozzle. Later a yellow bag appeared with a yellow rubber hose and white attachments. I was never given an enema growing up, but I did use this bag a few times when I had the opportunity. Later the bag turned pink with a white plastic hose and white attachments. I didn't like the pink bag as much, but I still used it when the opportunity presented itself! My grandmother had a red combination bag always hanging on a nail by the toilet with the white hose and enema nozzle attached. That was the first bag that I ever used on myself. It was an experience to remember!

I loved the sight of my mom's yellow enema bag.

When I would stay with my great grandmother, the bag and hose was always hanging from the towel bar above the bathtub. So intriguing. Whole reason I dig it to this day.

I remember bags at my grandparents but thats really it !

I remember bags hanging in the shower to dry, bulb being

upside down to dry. It was a common site in the 40/50"s

My parents got the equipment out only when they used it on us. I do not remember where they stored it, but I never used it myself. I do not remember seeing it at neighbors, but I did not visit them much, either.

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As a boy a local chemist (pharmacist) occasionally displayed a rubber Higginson's syringe in a glass case outside the door of his shop. Just glancing at it from the age of 12 up always gave me an intense erection. And aged 15, visiting London, a Surgical Supplies shop near our hostel had a display of rubber items including the large bulb Whirling Spray douche which could also be used for enemas. I found the display most erotic, and tried to linger nearby as long as possible, without being noticed by my fellow schoolmates.

I remember snooping around my parents bathroom when I was in my early teens and finding the red enema bag stored in a cardboard box that had small red stripes. I pulled it out and saw the traditional small enema nozzle and the douche nozzle. I got very turned on by this and I knew I wanted to use it. The sight of those nozzles and the thought of sticking them up my ass was such a turn on. So at some point I found myself alone in the house and started my enema adventure which continues to this day.

I was at my Grandmaa's house(my paternal granny) , there were three bathrooms in house. The one attached to grandmaa s room I was Not allowed to go there. I was lurking around her room seeing old albums , i wanted to "pee" and for that i had to run down to second or first floor s bathroom. I was 5 years old then. So I went to grannys bathroom thinking she wont know about this. I went and behind the door was this orange bag. Didnt give a thought to it at that time . But....

When i came back to my home i asked my mom about it and she said its a "hot water bag'

My dad from other room said-" stop lying to the kid , cookie the thing you saw was something that helps granny do the "poo poo" daily ....

' okay dad'

~cookie

It was common to see the assortment of bags, cans and bulbs in open display in bathrooms and drug store windows. A little probing in home closets and drawers also came up with what were sold as "sickroom needs."

My mother more or less hid the enema bag in a cedar closet inside one of the covered shelves. I knew where it was and, when the house was quiet, took it out to take an enema. One of my school friend's mother used to hang her enema bag out on the back door of the second floor bathroom, the only bathroom in the house. I always found an excuse to go pee so I could look at the bag. It was a kick, for sure, motivating me to find another time to take my own enema again.

My Mother's red enema bag, hoses (shut off clamp), and douche nozzle hung behind the toilet all the time. I would play with it and when possible use it. Got got several times.

I remember going to visit my aunt and uncle with my grandmother, my uncle's mother, back in 1960. Once we got to their house, I remember that I had to go tinkle real bad and went into their bathroom. Once in there, I closed the door and hanging on the back of the bathroom door was a red hot water bottle complete with red hose and a black nozzle and a silver looking shut-off. I was very tempted to touch it, but decided not to. I later heard my aunt tell my grandmother that she had to give my cousin an enema that afternoon. Boy did I want one too!

I used to look in my mom's bathroom closet to look at the Higginson syringe. Am also guilty of having done the same in other peoples houses as a kid. It amazed me how often I found equipment of some kind.

If a girl around my age lived in the house it really excited my imagination.

So what if it was fantasy? A lot if not most of the stories posted here are part fiction and part reality. If that remembered incident is a turn on for him, then so be it. I'm glad he enjoys it. I enjoy others fantasies as much as my own.

Fantasies in what are supposed to be areas of real life experiences often get deleted.

Just wait, you'll see. 😁 😁

There are area in each fetish section of zity for fantasies.

I remember one of my best male friends had a green enema bag hanging in his bathroom towel closet. He showed it to me once.

In our bathroom, was the ever present bag and nozzle, always ready for use at a moments notice. On the shelf, was the Vaseline, and a closed box of different size retention plugs. Enemas were not given in the bathroom, ( a bit small) so the plugs were used both for retention purposes, and to help prevent leakage as one was racing for the potty.

You know thinking back to the 50s and 60s we always had the open top bag hanging in the bathroom behind the door. Come to think of so did all my friends. I cannot remember anyone not having some type or kind of enema/douche bag or bucket somewhere in the bathroom.

We had enema and douche bags, hoses and nozzles on the top shelf of a bathroom closet. After they were used they were hung from the shower to dry out.

And any drugstore you went in, such as the local Rexall, had a variety of enema bags, cans, and bulb syringes!!! I used to aimlessly make my way to that aisle in any drugstore I went in, taking quick glances at all the wonderful enema equipment on display!!!

I used to find several bags in the large medicine cabinet in the bathroom. They were always there and got used often; mostly it was mom who administered the enemas, but when we got older we could do it ourselves.

Growing up the bulb syringe was always present in the medicine cabinet over the sink, so I saw it every day when brushing my teeth. While visiting relatives it was quite common to see various bags or syringes in their bathrooms. A girl I dated for a short while left her folding douche bag hanging over the tub all the time.

Growing up in the 50's hanging enema bags with nozzles attached ready to go with a large jar of petroleum jelly in every bathroom. Mother ordered her Flautless bags through the Sears n Roebuck catalog. My grandmother always had a pan with ivory soap soaking on her kitchen prep table.

Like many of you, I recall seeing enema bags in the bathrooms of my friends houses on a pretty regular basis back in the day. Every time I saw one it gave me butterflies in my stomach as I studied every detail right on down to the "business end" of the hose. I remember the variety of colors...green, blue, yellow, amber and the predominant red. And the nozzles...from the straight black douche nozzles to the curved ones...and then the little enema pipes!

Today, any display of enema and/or douche equipment is considered weird by many or even perverted by some.

Tis a shame!

Deb

I only remember one friend who's mother had an enema bag hanging from the inside of the bathroom door. At that time we were both under 12 years old and I do not remember ever asking her about it.

In my parents' house, a cloth bag containing porcelain irrigator hung on the bathroom door. When I was alone I checked the content.

Today, I have a briefcase with my team enema in the trunk of my car for my affeirs.

I was in a Walmart today, and was caught by a clerk, looking over the new packaging for their bag enemas. When she asked if I needed help, I just said that I was instructed to get a hot water bottle as a health aid. She proceeded to show me how to prepare the bag, and told me about her use at various times. I just didn't have the nerve to pursue it any further -----

Has anyone ever done a count of the number of enemas they have seen in bathrooms, or having had confirmation that there must be an enema in the house, usually by someone talking about having been given one? All in all, and over the years, I can make a count of somewhere between 45 and 50 - of which I knew of no less than seven relations who had them in their homes, and used them, most often on their children.

However, this was wall way back when, in that period that is called the 'golden age'. They just don't seem to be on display, or in use any longer. More's the pity.

My count would be 1. Before I was ten, in the 1950s, I found a big red rubber bag in a cupboard in my grandmother’s bathroom, which I took for a hotwater bottle. It wasn’t a hotwater bottle, but she found me one, and was highly amused at my mistake. It wasn’t until more than half a lifetime later, after acquiring a JBL bag, that the colour and smell brought the memory back and I realised what it was.

That’s the only enema bag I can ever remember seeing in someone’s bathroom.

When I was growing up it was so normal to find enema and douche syringes that nobody bothered to count. Certainly, I did not. In the 1960s our family would rent a lake house with my mom's two sisters and their families. There were six adults and five kids for two weeks. Unlike today when homes have multiple bathrooms, the house I remember best had only a bath and a half. With three families there was always a syringe of some type drying on the towel rack in the large main bathroom. The last time we spent two weeks was in the early 1970s and I know that a couple of us kids got enemas during that vacation. Nobody though twice about seeing a bag out drying.