If you could go back in time what age would you be?

If I could back in time, I'd probably choose for sometime before I was born, say in the 1900s before the Great War or maybe the 1920s. In either case, when it came to enemas and irrigation, I'd like to sent/taken to a thermal establishment, a thermal spa where water in many forms and therapies was used to cure many kinds of maladies, real or imagined.

I can imagine all the old fashioned, shining copper and brass instruments and devices, the white tiled walls, the attendants in stiff white uniforms, the lack of modesty when it came to giving therapies, especially if you were still young.

I don't know if I'd really want to go back to my pre-teen years because my hubby and I have so much fun with out personal enema activities, and because we live rural, one property which is well secluded from the pubic eye, we can do just about anything we want outdoors during the warm weather months ... and we usually do. Swimming nude in our pool, or our spa, tanning nude (no tan lines), and, of course, an occasional enema session during the May Through September season.

But, then again, when my sister and I( were in four early double-digit years, it was so much fun to romp nude around the house when we got home from school (Mom and dad worked to 5 and 6, usually, giving us two to three hours to cavort).

By that time, mom had given us permission to self-administer, and we did often ... and both of us thoroughly enjoyed the sessions ... and with the frequent enemas and subsequent showers, we must have been the cleanest kids, inside and out, in our school.

yes, it was nice, but I don't think I'd want to relive so many of the other frustrating things from my teen years ... and I don't think my sister would either. We both have thoroughly enjoyed our marriage partners ... but we have not blended into a foursome ... we've kept each other's marriage as a personal thing. However, when my husband and my sister's husband visit, and then do those "man things" like going to the BIG GAME or hunting or fishing, my sister and I revert back to our early teen experiences .... it is so much fun.

I only was given enemas from the age of 3 to 6 so I'd have to go back to those which were given to me while laying face down over my mom's towel covered lap. She used a red bulb syringe and a basin of warm water in which she swished a bar of Ivory Soap until the water was milky. The number of bulbfuls varied with my age. I neither liked nor disliked the enemas. They were just a fact of life. What I really wonder is why she stopped the enemas when we got to be school age.

I would probably go back to about age 5 or 6 and the first enemas I received from my mom. Even though I hated those first encounters with her bulb syringe, since I have learned to enjoy enemas, I would like to once again experience those first times. Those early memories of laying on the bathroom floor as she syringed me are burned in my mind. Obviously those first enemas are where my obsession with enemas started. Whenever she would announce that she was going to have to use the syringe on me a feeling of terror would come over me, but thinking back, I think there was also a sense of excitement as well. Though I wasn't aware of it at the time, I think this may have been the early stirrings of a life long fascination with enemas.

I would go back to being a four year old when there was always the frightening prospect of suddenly being given a suppository if I didn't go to the bathroom every day.

I think I'd like going back to one of those early sanitariums and spas for a few days of rest and go through their "hydrotherapy" treatments to see if they were a blessing to our health or totally useless. I'd especially like to meet the nurses, who endured a daily routine of waking patients to take their rectal temperature and giving enemas, not to mention having to wear those starched uniforms. What were those nurses like? They must have been saints to do all that!

The most vivid memory was of the last enema I was given by mom- with grandma helping- at age 12. I was still quite underdeveloped with the whisperings of puberty around the corner. I was still a smooth, soft, pale bare bottom little boy. It so happened that up until that time, mom gave me regular enemas using the "youth" size black bakelite enema nozzle in her BF Goodrich No. 36F enema kit. However, during the last enema I received from her, she used grandma's enema kit [which also was a BF Goodrich No. 36F] but this time with the "adult-size" rectal nozzle smeared with globs of Vaseline. It was the first and only time that mom gave an enema using the adult rectal nozzle which I obviously had graduated to.

If I knew when I was early teens, how much fun and how good and enema felt, I would have started then. So........., now I,m making up for lost time, and anjoying every moment!

In the early 60's, I laid in a hospital bed for 4 days waiting for the swelling to go down on my broken right leg (following a tobogganing accident) before putting on the cast, and yes, these lovely nurses came around every 4 hours around the clock to check vital signs, one of which was my temperature. And yes, this was done rectally then. I didn't get any enemas however, and didn't want any to be honest, as I would have been forced to use a bedpan to expel. No thanks, I wanted to pass on that thrill. The thermometers did feel kind of good however.....but I didn't let on. 😃

If I were able to go back, I'd like to be about six years old. At that age, mom was still using the smaller bulb enema, filling it in the sink frequently. I loved being over her lap, feeling so very close to her at the time. It was truly special.

C.

Memories of my Mom administering bulb enemas whenever I was ill or had a fever.

She had her own "real" bag enema but never tried that on me!

In later years remember girl friend talking about her Mom giving her full bag enemas on the bathroom floor but we never tried it together.............ah a missed opportunity!

No point in me going back to childhood for the golden age of enemas. I only remember receiving one as a child. But I did develop an interest and started doing enemas on my own by early to mid teens.

If I were going to go back in time, it would probably be to the time when I was in grad school. That was my first apartment and I could take an enema almost any time I wanted.

If I could go back in time? I would go back to when I got my first big wave at Sunset beach on Oahu. I got a perfect twelve foot wave which sadly closed out on me. Then I got an saltwater enema without the tube.

I would go back to age 10 or so. I was secretly in lust with the enema - even hearing the word would send my belly flipping and cause strange feelings between my legs. I would try very hard to have my mother follow through with the threats of an enema she had always made. I now wonder how she would have done it with me at 10 - maybe in her bedroom (right next to the bathroom) hopefully with me over her lap and the familiar bulb syringe being emptied into my bottom. It would be heaven!

-BB

I think around 12 when my step mom moved in, it didnt take long till I was under her spell

I quite agree. Age 10 would be a good one for me as well, I was certainly into enemas, and the thought of getting one again from mom was terrifying/thrilling!

I didn't buy my own first syringe until I was 14 in the mid 70's.

-EB

I wish I could go back in time to when I was 16, I'm a male I was having trouble going to the bathroom for a few days and happened to mention it to my mother but not realizing it was that imortant. She was very concerned and told me she was going to talk to my father about it and told me to wait in the bathroom, now I was totally sorry I ever mentioned it becacause my father was older and old -fashioned and had no concerns about modesty,

At about 14 he had started spanking me naked and he actually had training as a male nurse at one time. After a bit of time they both came back and he asked me why I waiting so long to say something, I said I didn't think it was a big deal, he said "well now it is, take off your clothes, I stripped to my underpants and he looked me straight in the eyes and said, "everything off " I said "Dad, not in front of Mom', he slapped me across the face and said " do as I say and your going to get a good paddling in front of your Mother, how do you like that, now get those underpants off and lay face down on the floor and spread your legs wide". I did as I was told and he told my mother to spread my cheeks open and he gave me the enema. i can't tell you how aroused the whole situation made me feel. From time to time I complain again although I was having no more problems,

Age 12, pediatrician instructed enema before going to hospital E.R. for appendectomy. My mom was so worried about me that she forgot to change her vaginal nozzle, lubed it with Pond's inserted it and kneeled down beside me and held the bag low. It was the most comfortable enema she ever gave me and the last. I had a full genital hair bush and strong erection. All enemas after that one were self administered at her direction, alone where I could massage Mr. Happy as the water flowed. From the look on her face, I could tell how much she loved me as she slowly gave me the enema.

I am still sorry she suddenly died from a pulmonary embolus at age 49. I still miss her.

If I could go in time I would go back to where I was 10 years old, this was the time that I started enjoy getting an enema, but couldn't let Mother know that I was enjoying them so I still mouthed off to her and made things hard for her.

Same like you,Kid.....mother gave me wunderful bulb enemas on rubbersheet,she had wet rubberapron and gave me suppositories with her finger for minutes deep inside me. I was dying for it and loved it so much,as I was older I masturbated always later with the pics from mother in her rubberapron wet,

Sorry to hear that your Mom died at such a young age. I lost my Father when I was 9 years old, he died at 47 of a massive heart attack. leaving my Mother to raise 4 kids on her own. She did have help from Mother though. Yes Grandma came to live us and she raised us kids, while Mom had to go to work. Its said when a parent dies so young.

I think about 10-11. Good age. I liked them by my late teens. I still do even to this day. But yeah, getting an enema from my mom will always be a good memory for me.

Well can't say t was a good memory. And I thoroughly enjoy now but wonder what souls have happened f I didn't grow up in the golden age.

Summertime when I was about four was a pretty decent age. Not a care in the world, Played outside most of the day, and yes I did get the occasional enema for whatever ailed me at the time. They felt god back then, and they still feel good today, over 60's years later.

Summertime when I was about four was a pretty decent age. Not a care in the world, Played outside most of the day, and yes I did get the occasional enema for whatever ailed me at the time. They felt god back then, and they still feel good today, over 60's years later.

Those were the days - being outside to play all day.... using one's imagination... and an enema every now-and-then...

12/13 playing doctor with my male next door neighbor who was 2 years older than I am, and giving him one full bag warm water enema!!!

I would go back to the 1960's/70's with the knowledge I have now. It was a great sexual revolution period at least for me. Before HIV, lots of experimentation, willing recipients. Of course when we look back the grass is often greener. In actuality It probably was not. The 1950's in many respects was a good time to grow up but it certainly was not without its problems. It is fun to reminisce but we should live in the moment and enjoy it for it is never coming back.

For me it would be when I was 18 (1975) and getting ready to go to college. Going back I also would have been born female. College would not have been megalopolis state university in a high rise dorm full of guys who were obnoxious morons. It would be smaller, private, in a rural to small town setting. It also would be traditional yet somewhat progressive and would be at least modestly cultured. And, they would have to have a riding program.

Does such a place exist? Yes, I think so and I've been there

I would go back to when i was in my 50s, my ex would give me all the enemas i wanted. and at times would let me give to her, but those times are long gone and so is she

I would like to go back and visit the ten-year period from 1953 through 1963. My age span for that period would be from age 6 to sixteen. I would love to experience again the joys of being a boy in a small safe Midwest town in the fifties, and then up through puberty and the wonders of discovering my sexuality. My memories are still so vivid of my earlier enema experiences courtesy of a very loving and caring mother. Then the earliest awareness of sex in general with my grade school buddies and first orgasm, and figuring out masturbation and the connection to my earlier enjoyment of those enemas....then in seventh grade that first French kiss! That would have been 1960, and over those next three years I would learn how much fun girls were, eventually losing my virginity at 16. As I recall it now, I don't think there is very much, if anything, I would change.