Did enemas make you this way

Cheryl77177 makes a good point. A certain percentage of us became KLISMOS even though enemas were often perceived as disgusting, uncomfortable, and downright em-bare-ass-ing. I have pondered the issue many times and firmly believe that my enjoyment was initially more of a defense mechanism.

I willed myself to tolerate an enema and try to find something positive in the attention. After some experimentation, I discovered some very pleasurable aspects. Pretty soon I was hooked on those amazing feelings that couldn't be replicated any other way.

These days, a good BM is a very simple pleasure. A BM produced by a good old fashioned enema is a bit complicated, but a wonderfully simple pleasure. The resulting euphoria is hard to replicate and I don't have to worry about getting busted for DUI.

I've often asked others when appropriate, "haven't you ever had an enema that was enjoyable." I have and believe that once one experiences that good enema, they too could become a regular user. For those who now use colon hydrotherapy as part of their natural health regimine, share an enema and massage with a partner and see if your opinions might change.

It's not really the enema, but rather the brain and body's pleasure systems at work. Be it be chocolate or coffee, sex or enemas, it's the endorphins etc doing their work. As a bonus though, there is the stimulation of nearby organs that renforces the whole thing, and the therapeutic effect of a good filling and clens. Thank goodness for the nurses that gave me my first enema's as a child.

Enemas and sexuality are tightly bound for me. it's a fetish and these things tend to be deeply seated.

I don't think enemas had anything to do with my sexual orientation. The boyhood enemas my mom gave me however, definitely why I am still turned on by enemas today. I remember getting erections as a boy just having mom tell me I needed an enema. There was something about the fear/excitement that made a big impact. I can go through phases where I don't think much about enemas, then something will trigger the desire again.

Interesting that endorphins keep getting mentioned with enema use. Is it the thrill of the undertaking or that an orgasm creates the endorphin release during a session?

Darlene, it sounds as if your endorphins are stimulated at the thought of an impending enema. The word itself seems to get some juices flowing. I too, think that the endorphins go a bit crazy for me with some anticipation. Certainly, those same endorphins, and the stars and moon line up, to push me to orgasmic bliss as I succumb to all that is wonderful about this simple pleasure.

If you mean did early childhood enemas influence my desire for them now, then yes, definitely!

For me, it wasn't enemas but rectal temperature-taking and suppositories that started me down this road. However, as soon as I learned what enemas were, long before ever having one, the thought excited me because the submission aspect and the humiliation aspect were clearly the same. Perhaps those of us destined to be sexually dominant or sexually submissive long before our first anal experience, experience enemas, rectal temps or suppositories in a different way?

As a small child I hated and resisted enemas. At about 11 or 12 I just began to give myself enemas for sexual stimulation, (very successfully). From using a four ounce bulb and a sink full of warm water I grew into a plain red rubber closed top bag, and from there expanded my bags and materials. I'm still debating getting a good sit-on bag. (JBL)

Can't say that I'm "this way" when it comes to enemas. I know I'm very anal in my pleasure levels and can remember several events as a child that were involved with the anal aspect. Yes, my mother gave me enemas as a young child. Yes, I played "doctor and nurse" when I was very young, and I remember two or three specific moments. Yes, as a child, I had a hospital experience involving enemas that was negative. Yes, as a teen I found the pleasure of water pouring into me and being released as a turn on to my sexuality. But no...they did not teach me to understand my passions or that i was actually healthy and not "sick" because I enjoyed enemas and anal stimulation. So...did those early childhood years give me interest in an area of sexuality I did not comprehend back then? Yes, I believe they did. Did they "make me this way" now? NO, I had to learn and grow through understanding and education in places like this forum.

If you are refering to my enema fetish (I am straight), absolutely. The enemas I got as a child was where the fetish started.

My sexual personality was definitely affected by my mother giving me lots of enemas. They are a real sexual turn on for me, some times I look a big beautiful woman and the thought of an enema jumps into my head. My mother was a skinny women but some how or another I developed a sexual desire for full figured women. The women I have done enemas with have all been full figured.

Yes, early enemas had there effect on me to this day, and I'm 62. Its worst then a drug addiction. When I was a child , a small child. I remember being put on the kitchen table with my Grandmother and Aunt holding me down, while Mom insetered the bulb syringe, emptyed it, refilled it, reinserted it, emptyed it again. She did this till I was ready to burst. I hated it, Or thought I did. At about 7 years old, I was home form school sick. Mom asked me if I have been going to the bathroom. I said yes, she said either I'm lying, or havn't relized, but she knows i haven't had a BM. She asked me if I thought I needed a enema. I immediateely began to protest. Mom said, no, not with the old bulb syringe, I have something new, it only has to go in once. It won't have to go in and out, and it won't be so bad. As a child I thouigh, well that sounds a lot better then the way i use to get it. But I still prostested, saying I don't want to take my clothes off in front of everyone. Mom said your older now, and shold be able to cooperate, so it will be just you and me, no one elese. She said and Anthony, I've seen you naked so many times, I'm your mother, so its ok. Stili , I wasn't happy about it, but well I gave in. I was introduced to the enema bag. Well the two things Mom was right about was the nozzel only had to go in once, and it was just me and her. I had gotten them 2 or 3 more times till about 11 years old. Each time i fought her, would not cooperate, but gave in and took them when she decided i needed them. At about 11 , my parents went out for the evening, I knew dad had some playboy magizines down in the basement, ( not the kind like to day, the girls were naked, but you didn't see any nipples or vagina shots, back then if you went to the beach and saw a girl in a bathingsuit, you saw more, but the girls were sexy in Playboy anyway) Well back to the story. I got the magizines, and looked at the pictures, I didn't know what was happening to me, ( it was arroussal, but I didn't know it). I for what ever reason looked in the closet and found Moms enema bag, well I gave my self my first enema. But something was missing, it was a good feeling, just it missed something. A few weeks later I faked being sick, stying home, I was infront of the TV, when Mom came in the living room and said, Anthoiny you don't look sick, whats wrong, why didn't you go to school. I lied and said ,Mom I havn't gone to the bathroom in 3 days except to pee. Oh she said, well I still have the enema somewhere if you will cooperate. I looked at her blushing red with embarrasement, and said yes I think it will help. Mom said thats very adult of you, ok I will set it up she said. SHe told me to go to my room, take off everything from the waist down and lay on the bed. I did, she came in wiith the comination bag, filled with warm soappy water, and inserted it , and filled me, I layed there this time enjoying the feeling. and trying to take it all. I did, she got the whole 2 quarts in me, and had me lay ther a few minutes holding it. as I did she rubbed my back telling me I took it like a good boy, and it will help me. After a few minutes she let me get up and go to the bathroom. As I got up and ran to the bathroom, I noticed I was fully errect, As I got up, she noticed it too, I saw her look at me then turn away. When I came out of the bathroom, she said, don't be embarrased, that was a natural thing that happend. She said you don't understand it now, but you will in a few years. Don't worry. She also said , and don't worry about asking for a enema if you need one because of what happened, its natural, I will ignor it, and won't tell anyone about it. I asked her a few times till I was about 14. After that it was just weird, asking Mom to do it. I self administerd. A few times i got a female willing to do it. But at 62, I still get a thrill from a enema,I have all my life.

For me, it was not the enemas but rather being penetrated in the anus at the hospital when I was 6 years old by a female doctor. That experience changed me.

This is another old thread that has some interesting replies. I posted (#31 @ #36) years ago on this subject.

Enemas were a significant aspect of my sexual education and progression. While they didn't determine a sexual identity, they certainly influnced my attitudes and appreciation of such a simple pleasure and procedure.

When 2 people can share such an intimate interaction, most other topics are open for discussion and potential practice.

If you mean: did it make me a klismo?

You are confusing cause and effect!

I am a klismo because I was born a klismo. I also was born female, born with the genetic program to be 5ft 11 in, large busted, with no clear waist

LisaK, that's me to a “T” but just with tattoos and ATTITUDE!!!! My husband always says l will never need a floatation device while on the boat for God gave me 2 perfectly beautiful and large ones already!!!

And to the OP, l do not understand “did the enemas l received make me the sexuality that l am”. I believe that God made me the being l am, a woman, and enemas had nothing to do with that aspect of my life.

Did enemas make me a sexual or more sexual person, in the beginning, no. As time, experiences and more involvement into other sides, avenues and people associated with enemas, yes, they did.

Based upon some of the answers posted I do not think some people understand the question, or maybe I do not understand the question, but here goes. I was a young boy and found that when I jumped or was bounced around on my heels or behind I would get an unusual pleasurable sensation, so when it came to getting an enema I complained a lot but enjoyed them so that's where I am at. ,

No doubt about it. After I got my first bulb enema, I was hooked on them. I've been a klismo all of my life. I love a big nozzle and a gallon of water. Go figure.

I was never exposed to enemas growing up as far as I can remember - what I do remember, though, is doing things like using a liquid medicine syringe to squirt a small amount of water up my behind in the shower, or sitting in my parents‘ bathtub so that the jets sometimes shot water into me. These were experiences I had (and I devised) prior to any exposure to the concept of enemas, and prior to even puberty. So while they definitely were part of my sexual development, it didn‘t “click” for me until I found a story about enemas in my teens.

You should have grown up in the 40's, 50's, and 60's when getting an enema from a bulb or bag was the “ cure all ” by most Mom's when you were constipated, stayed home with a fever, or just felt ill. The kid's around my block got the same, as if we went to their house to use the bathroom, there was usually a red enema bag hanging on the bathroom door or towel bar.

Many of us grew up on these sights knowing that if Kathy, Mike, etc. was home from school, that they probably got an enema, but never ( in most cases ) had the nerve to ask them..

I think that many posters here today are enema enthusiasts like me, are from prior experiences that started at a young age, and how these sexually translated to now and why we still enjoy these.

Anyone ???

Am I wrong ??

Obviously it had an impact. I hated them growing up, but then fantasized about giving them to my teachers growing up.

I’m 69, born 1952. My beloved RN mom gave me very, very few enemas maybe 4-5 my whole childhood. I never objected and recall thinking they were somewhere between interesting and fun. Fast forward to later memories, about age 7-8 I remember starting to see her amber rubber douche+enema bag hanging in her bathroom where I watched it until I left for college in 1972. I always liked the look of the way the rubber hung and the sounds it made when moved. Even better was the bag’s rubber smell which I loved from the first smell.

In the tub one night, age 15, I learned to masturbate enough to have my first ever orgasm. Within a few days of that, every time I saw mom’s enema bag I wanted to push the larger supplied douche nozzle into my bottom. I started masturbating on my parents’ bed when I was alone, and in short order pushed the nozzle into me. That felt so wonderful that #1) I had a rapid orgasm with the nozzle in place, and #2) within an hour or less (short refractory period at age 15) I did it again but this time put about a pint of water in her rubber bag and took the enema before orgasming again. I was hooked for life on orgasms spiced up by butt plugs, enemas, rubber sneakers and rubber clothes. As time went on, especially after college in 1974, I started using larger nozzles and more and more enema volume.

So, yes, a very few small childhood enemas from mom that I liked plus years of seeing, feeling and smelling her enema bag may have pushed me over the edge into klismaphilia for life. Possibly independent of but influencing that was that before the age of 8 I realized I loved the aroma, sight, feel and stretch of rubber, especially worn by women, including wetsuits for diving and surfing and also the rubber soles on Keds canvas sneakers. The rest is history, libido and fetishes still going strong at 69.

Eric

You've got it BACKWARDS!!

If I wasn't “This way” I would not take enemas!

You've got it BACKWARDS!!

If I wasn't “This way” I would not take enemas!

@Lisak makes a good point. For some, enemas are one - of multiple - forms of anal eroticism. Some of us are just 'wired" that way - enemas, rectal temps, suppositories may have been our earliest introduction to anal pleasure - but not the cause. There may even be a physical aspect - more sensitive nerves etc. Some people really get off on having their nipples played with - I absolutely hate it it. Same could be true for others about the anus.

Enemas and suppositories turn my sexuality into this.

I see I last posted here in May of 2012 - wow! allot of water has flowed under the bridge, so to say; better yet - allot of enemas have flowed into me! Enemas did not make this way; instead, sticking the douche nozzle from the family bag up my butt is what eventually led me down the path of livelong enemas.

I definitely believe that enemas made me enjoy anal pleasure. I remember feeling the long thick feminine douche nozzle sliding inside me enjoying it . I can’t honestly say what made me use the longer thicker feminine douche nozzle when I first took my first solo enema it was my choice there was 3 enema bags hanging I choose to use the feminine douche bag with the douche nozzle I do remember I enjoyed the feeling of it spraying inside me enjoying the thickness of the douche nozzle sliding deeper. And slowly started sliding my fingers inside myself enjoying what I was doing and how it was making me feel.

Enemas for many were a introduction to feelings from sensory stimulation of the groin and abdominal of the body and to some extent ones mind. At the younger ages 4 to 12 the sexual component was not pronounced ,but what was there ,was remembered. This experience predisposed us to either to investigate or start trying the enema we were exposed to earlier , out of curiosity or wanting, Obviously not everyone who was given an enema will want one later in life. Enemas are one of the gateways to all sex curiosity and fulfillment . One thing is for sure. You will always remember how you were given enemas as a kid and for many they also remember when they searched the bathroom and found the enema kit and gave one to themself for the first time. This also explains why the douce nozzles especially the curved ones are still viewed with a smile and reverence.

I agree with LisaK in Post #3 above, "There may be some triggers or "hot buttons" that enemas don't just hit, but stand on and jump up and down."

As I have posted on ZITY elsewhere, that first and only enema my mom gave me using a red rubber enema bulb syringe when I was about 5 years old flipped my "enema switch' to permanently on for life. It made me like enemas, but didn't make me who I am otherwise.