Do you remember what Mom said to you

Do you remember what Mom said to you when you had to get a enema. My mom would say, come on Anthony, why don't you let me give you a little enema, it will help you so much. Or , don't be embarrassed, just take down your pants and briefs, I have seen it all before,,you don't have to be embarrassed. Then just lay down and I slide it in,,,,just hold all you can.Or, come on Anthony, it just started, you can hold much moire then that, you only took about a cup full so far, relax. Or Anthony , there's a difference between hurting you and you feeling uncomfortable, a enema doesn't hurt,,its just uncomfortable so stop crying.

Mom always had everything ready to go in the bathroom just waiting upon my arrival. I would be called in there and she would be seated on the tub with a towel across her lap. The red bulb syringe was waiting on the tub filled and all greased up with vaseline. The jar of vaseline was open and on the tub also. I was told "to come in Bobbie and take off your jeans and underpants." I always knew what was to follow from previous adventures. After this was done she would indicated that I should get comfortable across her lap because I had to have an enema. She would lubricate my anus real well and said that I was very constipated and needed an enema very badly so I could go poop and start feeling better.

I just stared at the tiles on the floor and didn't fight the procedure. Fighting only produced several stinging smacks to the backside and the enema was given anyway. She would insert the nozzle which always gave me an immediate erection. She had indicated in previous enemas that erections were normal for little boys and not to worry about it. Note: we didn't use the word erection back then, I asked why my pee-pee go so big. ha. Soon the warm water would be flowing into my bowels which really felt like a lot back then. She would say I was being a good boy to take my enema without a fuss and how good I was going to feel after she got me all cleaned out. I would only be required to hold it for a short period with Mom holding my little butt cheeks together and saying in just a minute, I let you go poop. I just want to let this work a couple of minutes. After that I could get on the pot and go. Mom would be busy filling up the syringe with more warm soap suds and greasing up the nozzle for my next enema. I always got three or more if she didn't like the results generated. I was always told what a good boy I was for not giving her trouble about my enemas.

Mom always had everthing ready in the bathroom. She would call me in and I would see a white pot full of hot water with a bar of ivory soap floating in it. Nex to it was a red enema syring with a white tip. Mom would sit on the toilet and have me lay across her knee, she would then put the syringe into the water and draw water in an out of it working up a soapy water mixture. Mom would then seperate my heiny and apply vaseline to it and the enema tip. She would then say are you ok? and then start giving me the enema, I was young and usually held 6 or 8 bulb fulls, she constantly told me to realx and take deep breaths, I remember the feeling of the hot ivory soap water rushing into me, I never needed a second enema after she finished.

I remember she would just keep saying to open open open and then I would feel the vaseline going up my butt from the thing at the end of the tube...sort of like what comes with preparation h nowadays. She used a finger cot on her finger because I don't remember examination gloves back then. After I emptied each bagful she would have me back over her lap sitting on the seat saying open open open and in would go the vaseline. I don't even think they sell jars that big anymore. Sometimes when she was out of vaseline she used her cold cream which worked but I think it sort of stung or that might have been the Noxema that she had too. The first two were very hot soapy ones then two warm ones or one warm and one cold depending on whether it was summer or winter..In winter you ended with a clear hot one. I had the same problem other people have talked about but she never paid any attention even though it was right there most of the time. My sister saw it and so did my aunt.

My mother would call my aunt over and get the bag ready in the bathroom then she would come into my room and tell me that she had to give me an enema, i tried to run but my aunt carried me to the bathroom while i was kicking and yelling that I diod not want an emema to no avail. I was stripped and held down on the floor by my aunt and my mother would give me the enema. I fought it the whole time but i have to admit that when they were done and I was allowed to go to the bathroom after the enema I always felt so much better but I still hated getting them.

If I wasn't feeling well or hadn't gone for several days, she's always say "why don't I give you a nice warm enema." Once in the bathroom and in position, she'd tell me she wanted me to take as much of the enema as I could and if I managed to take the whole thing that I should hold it as long as possible. Before the insertion, she'd tell me that the nozzle was very well lubricated and shouldn't hurt going in and to relax and push out like I was trying to go to the bathroom to relax my anus for the nozzle. Once the nozzle was in, she'd tall me to grip it with my anal muscles. After she opened the clamp, she'd ask if I could feel the water and if I started to feel urges to go, she'd say "that's just the enema starting to work" or ask "is the enema starting to work on you?" If I got a bad cramp, she'd stop the flow and tell me to take deep breaths then ask if I was ready for more once the cramp passed. After I'd taken all the water, she'd tell me to keep taking deep breaths since that would help the enema work. For some reason, I always wanted to sit up after taking an enema, but she'd tell me to stay laying on my side since sitting up would make the enema harder to hold. I was always told to hold it at least 10-15 minutes.

In my case, since I had a birth defect that resulted in frequent constipation, the enema process was frequent. About all that I remember is her saying, "Michael, i think you need an enema." --and that was it. Sometimes she would have the bag ready other times would go prepare it and then call me into the bathroom.

And then during the enema process would say all the "Mother things" that Moms do....always caring and gentle.

Wonderful days!

the boxcar

"We should get an overall clean home again"

Now, be a big boy for Mother.

The sooner we start, the sooner it will be over.

Your wiggling, squirming, whimpering, protesting, whining, pleading and begging won't help, but it will make Mother's work more complicated.

Yelling Take it out! Take it out! I'm going to have an accident won't help You're getting the entire thing.

Please, I don't need one. I don't want to pull my undies down. Mommy, don't do it. I will go to the bathroom. I promise.

Please don't tell Alice you gave me one. (Alice was her sister)

Lock the door and pull the shade down, and please go out of the bathroom when I "squirt out" when you take my nozzle out.

Anyone remember those expressed sentiments.

Go change into your pajamas, and meet me in the bathroom. Mommy is going to give you a good enema.YES your getting an enema like it or not.

ITs time to get over my lap, get those bottoms off. Your soap suds enema is all ready.

You are clogged up and it is time to help to make it come out. Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes. I do not want to hear any complaints JUST DO IT.

My mother my aunt giving me the enema, my cousin looks

Well I got more suppositories than enemas as a child - at first my mother would just say "and then I'm going to put a suppository in you" but after a few years my parents started using shorthand, or code "I'm going to do you/fix you/put something in you" - or any double-entendre pertaining to bowel movements/anal insertion that they might drop into conversation would be a sign of what was going to happen in the toilet later! It gets worse - I'm sure they tried to "send messages" by the music they were playing around the house and in the car, any suspicious use of the d-word could convey the message that my bottom was in danger!

"d-word"?

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"d-word"?

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The commonest verb in the English language, with which I have an uneasy relationship because of its lavatorial uses.

What is the "D" word?

I never heard of this.

Do is a common verb. Are you trying to say doodie? As in make a doodie?

"Send messages by the music they were playing"?

Do you really care what she meant by "D word" after that?

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"Send messages by the music they were playing"? Do you really care what she meant by "D word" after that?

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What I meant was - playing music which they knew I'd find a "potential" lavatorial meaning in, because it hit all the wrong phonetic/verbal buttons.

And "d" is just the verb "do".

I love clarity, even if it took a week...

Thanks squidgi ~

OOOOOH Man! Anthony!

These posts are so freakin hot. I think I need an enema.

Mmmmmmmmm

I understand being unable to say a particular word because you were traumatized. It took me 60 years to be able to say "enema", and even now it's difficult. I literally choke trying to say it.

I don't recall my mother ever using the word "enema" when I was a little girl. She would say, "I will give you a little water to help you go." As I got older, sometimes she would ask me, "Do you want a little water, or some Castoria to help you go?" It did not take but once for me to realize "a little water" was much better than Castoria.

Mom talked about enemas to everyone. Enema was a common word in my my childhood home.

If I was sick and in bed my mother would say "take off your bottoms, I am going to take your temperature and give you an enema". Otherwise it was "take off your close and get on yourr be, I am going to give you an enema" In either case the enema(s) would be administered very shortly.

My Mom liked euphemisms for poop. So when she gave me nemas, she asked me many confusing questions. She asked me, for example, do I feel a nozzle when she inserted it in my anus. How I cannot feel it? But I have to answer "Yes". And then another question: "Do you feel a water". I had to report all my feelings, and I cannot say that I want go poop. Istead I had to say that I need to go.

My babysitter told me you have to go to the bathroom I have put a suppository... then hold 10 minutes before going

My mother was kind of direct. If she thought I needed an enema, she said.

"Get your ass into the bathroom for an enema!"

I used to collect small plastic animals, like frogs, lizards, giraffes and yes, a donkey.

So next time she said to get my ass into the bathroom. I put my donkey into the bathroom and went back to my bedroom.

Mom, furiously, barged into my bedroom and yelled at me for not obeying her. I simply smiled at mom.

"My ass is in the bathroom mother." I went back to reading my Mad Magazine.

"Now you're getting a spanking for lying to me." She charged toward me with the classic pushing up the arm sleeves move.

I set down my Mad magazine and stood up. "Follow me." Mom stopped and curiously followed me to the bathroom.

Upon entering the bathroom, I showed her my small plastic donkey sitting on the bathroom sink. I started to go back to my room.

Mom stopped me. She looked at the toy donkey and picked it. She even laughed. "This is your ass?" She laughed again.

"Now do whatever you need to it. I'll just wait in my bedroom until you're finished."

Mom still chuckling closed the bathroom door and yes I got the enema not my toy donkey.

From that day day forward mom began saying. "You and nothing else are going to get an enema."

Mom was an old-time nurse, 1929 to 60's. Recall was sick,

early in the day she said: "later I will give you an enema".

Was not too happy about this, did not like them then.

Worried about all day.

My last one was when I was 12. Was on my right side in bed on

newspapers (?), could feel the black pipe being inserted,

liked that. After awhile she had me turn on my left side.

Looked up she was holding the red/orange Armstrong Art Weave

hot water bottle with black hose. There was also a black rubber

Armstrong water bottle, think saw used on sis once.

Don't recall much after that. Once she asked me:

"Aren't you going to Thank me for giving you an Enema".

Didn't say a thing.

I remember there was a nail in the side of bathroom window,

over the bathtub. For enemas?

One of my 1st memories, was on my stomach, mom said:

"Thought you liked them"? Was either inserting the pipe or

giving me an enema.

Also was carried to toilet and warm water coming out or

suppositories being re-inserted.

When older noticed girls got them, too.

Think sister (2 yrs younger) got more than I.

We both got "How Many"???

Wish I had films or photos of them.

Have a very large collection of vintage

equipment and literature.

If I went to a Hypnotist and went back,

what would I discover? Have it taped.

Would have to be a lady one.

My mom would often phrase it as a question to me for example if ill she would say i think an enenma might help, do you help that well help?? essentially try to get me to agree. not sure why as is she said it most of time she had already made it up and if i said no she would just carry on saying the same i think it might help or make you feel better.

i think this was kind of nice way, was not really given a choice but kind of made o belive it was a two person decision. I prety much say the same or go about it same way now.