What do you remember most about your first enema

I was about 4 when i recieved my first enema. Mom gave it to me otk. Parwnts most have known several of us need enemasbecause we were all fighting with each other and at dinner none of us barely ate so we were called one by one upstairs to visit mom in her bathroom otk. I did not know what was going to happen. All i know is my brothers and sisters would always cry and scream.

I remember my enemas, I had one in the bathroom in our apartment ! I remember the rubber bag (RED) with the white nozzle hanging on the shower rod. I was bent over the tub naked and mom giving me the full bag. Then in the hospital with two nurses undressing me and giving me an enema before an operation the next morning ! Not sure which was first !

I was in the hospital age 10, and was unable to use a bed pan. My mother then told me in a very professional and feminine way"she said they were going to give me an enema."

I must truely be the odd one here!!! I self administered my first one in my 20's. I never had one of any type as a child or while growing up. Still having tonsils and appendix at 62 means mo hospital as a child. So I guess I missed out….

Must have been around 4 or 5, my mother gave my two sisters and I enemas. We were laying next to each other on the floor in her bedroom naked from the waist down. She went down the line giving each of us an enema. One bag, one nozzle. I remember being the last to get it, probably not a lot of volume. When we were done we watched TV - Milton Berle show.

I posted some of this before, but it's appropriate here:

The first time I was given an enema with a Fountain Syringe I was about 11years old and was badly constipated. I don't think I'd gone in 5 to 7 days and neither a laxative nor an 8oz adult bulb of warm water earlier in the day had done anything to make me poo.

I think my mom called my doctor and she ordered a bag enema and a visiting nurse came to give it to me.

At the time I had no idea what was about to happen. The nurse was a complete stranger and I thought she was a new maid in a dark blue uniform. She came in and briefly examined me, took my temperature a rectal thermometer, and left.

A few minutes later, my mom and a neighbor couple came in. They removed to covers from my bed and pulled the foot out from the wall, so it was accessible on three sides. Then I was rolled on my side, a thick pad of newspapers was placed on the bed, and I was rolled onto the pad on my tummy. My pajama bottoms were then removed completely.

Then, without warning, the man pinned my shoulders to the bed and each of the women took hold of an ankle and my legs were spread wide.

The nurse then came into my bedroom carrying something that looked like a hot water bottle. I later learned it was a filled red Rexall Roxbury fountain syringe. I was pinned on my tummy on the bed and could not see well and was completely clueless of what was happening. I'd never even seen an enema bag before.

The nurse came to the bedside and I saw her open the clip and jet some water onto the pad to purge the tube, and felt the nozzle enter me. She then opened the clamp and held the bag a foot or two above me. I felt nothing. After a few minutes, I saw her over my shoulder, squeezing the bag, to see how much water was left, I think. I may have felt some fullness but don't remember it.

After a while more, she closed the clip and removed the nozzle. I still had no clue about what had just happened. Soon, I felt a very strong urge to poo and pleaded to get up. Someone asked “why ?” and I replied I had to go to the bathroom very urgently and was let go. I ran to the toilet and sat down and was amazed when whitish water started to pour out, uncontrollably. The soap I guess. Soon, the water was interspersed by poo. The visiting nurse came in and sat on the tub rim right next to the toilet as I pood, likely to be sure the enema was working well. After a while she opened a bottle of liquid laxative and gave me a big spoonful as I sat "to keep me going", and then left. I sat on the toilet for about a half hour while the enema continued to work.

I'm sure the episode described above was in no way abuse. Their sole purpose was to make a badly constipated kid poo and they organized it in such a way that I'd get the entire enema without possible resistance and it would be retained long enough to completely empty me out.

Getting enema from step dad gave me an enema fetish for life

I remember the nurse spreading my cheeks with her strong little fingers and inserting the nozzle. I remember wondering, how many anuses does this woman see in a week?

I was 40 I think, at a clinic to have a sigmoidoscopy and anoscopy.

Cant remember my first because mom started very early due to constipation issues. My earliest picture goes back to age 4 or 5 I guess. Mom just put me to the towel covered table, pulled my panty, raised and pushed back my legs what grandma held them tight, then she bulbed me several times till she thought it is enough. As it happened pretty often I got used to it and never made big fuss, so grandma's role became unnecessary.

My mother shared with me at an early age in our enema journey that she ‘ gave ’ me enemas as an infant in part to relieve my chronic ‘ tummy colic / constipation ’ issues . The constipation issues continued into my boyhood and to a lesser degree in my teen / young adult years still requiring an enema which she lovingly and carefully administered as required . I can't remember the ‘ infant enemas ’ but the earliest recollections from late ‘ toddler ’ through my early adulthood were very ‘ positive ’ and so ……… here I am today . Our enema times were special to both of us as I matured as there was ‘ just something about …… ’ my physical and emotional feelings when an enema was given that my mother was very attuned to . That she self-administered and more often was the case was ‘ given ’ an enema in our home by other ladies I am certain enhanced her appreciation and empathy for me as she gave me an enema . Yes …… we were both ‘ klismo ’ well before I ever heard the term or definition and yes …… over time our enemas ( and enemas only it was ) came to have it's own secret eroticism for both of us . She seemed almost delighted in later years with my coming home from the university when I requested of her to give me an enema which she always did as only she could which was a ‘ win - win ’ for both of us .

My first memories of enemas are vague, before I was 5 years old. I recall laying on my back on a table or bed, having my legs raised and mom using the red bulb. I am not clear on my reaction to the treatment, but I imagine I fussed some. I do clearly remember our yellow potty chair being in the room. My first clear memory is at 5 years old when I received my first bag enema. It was unexpected and I recall only the vaguest explanation that it would not be any different from the bulb enemas. Needless to say, I believed it was much different from beginning to end.

Essentially that strange mixture of pleasure and pain! Sometimes at the same time!

There was an element of fear as well, though I might have denied it at the time

I remember my first bag. I was 8. On all fours, elbows on the toilet . She used a lot of ivory. I hadn't gone in over a week. She left. It came out in one log. What I remember most was the relief…

What I remember first is hiding, fighting, crying 😂😂

The ‘ novelty ’ of the scene as a whole . I think I most remember my mother's nurturing and encouraging demeanor as ‘ all was new to me ’ as in assuring me the the enema was a beneficial . All was successful as to my ‘ young kid fear factor at this ‘ new thing ’ ’ being alleviated as she with her pretty ‘ signature smile ’ held the enema bag , explaining the pending function as she instructed me to disrobe for her access to my small bottom and subsequent slow , gentle insertion of the small rectal pipe . All ‘ got better ’ as time went on . These are my earliest recollections .

What I can remember most is that I was about 5.. My mom would have me go to the bathroom. There I saw her with a towel across her lap. She had me remove my shorts and underwear and lye down across her lap. She would then take my temperature, I saw the bulb with the Vaseline jar, she would lube the nozzle, fill it with water and then insert the nozzle into my butt. She gave me a few bulbs, then I would go the bathroom, and expel.

I was I think eight years old when after a visit to the doctor with frequent constipation he prescribed an enema so the District Nurse was called to administer one on a home visit the next day. I had no idea what to expect other than my mother telling me it was something you often had in hospital before an operation. It was a morning visit and I remember being told not to dress but stay in pyjamas. The nurse arrived and soon was in discussion with mother and my next memory is of a commode used when my invalid grandmother visited being put next to my bed which was then covered with a rubber sheet unpacked from the nurse's black bag. I then followed them to the kitchen where in the sink she fileed an old enamel chamber pot with water and mixed in soap.

Returning to my bedroom with only the nurse and the chamber pot she unpacked a higginson syringe which had been wrapped in a towel or cloth, I don't remember seeing either a nozzle or rectal catheter on it but I think maybe from the feelings of inserting and removal it was probably a catheter. She than had me take of my pyjama trousers and lie on my side. At this point I was oblivious to what was happening for the next few minutes though i suppose she was lubricating and then expelling air before insertion. Without warning she lifted my right buttock and quickly inserted the catheter and told me she was going to start filling me and to try and hold as much water as I could and I began to feel the pulse of the flow from each squeeze of the higginson. She must have decided when I had enough because she suddenly stopped and putting a kidney bowl against my bottom began to withdraw the catheter telling me to hold on.

Next she had me lie on my back holding the solution for the next few minutes and she began packing equipment I was then allowed to sit on the commode and encouraged to expel. Though embarrased it was impossible not to immediately void in an explosive rush of water and solids, I will always remember the sound as it hit the empty container of the commode. Finally when I had finished an extra humiliation was the contents of the commode being inspected by both nurse and mother.

The memories and vivid images of that first enema have been a major influence on my enema fetish

I was young , I probley got then before this but don't remember. I had to be younger then 5 maybe 4 . I was on the kitchen table . There was a pot of snappy water and a baby bulb syringe. My grandmother was holding me down, Mom was inserting the bulb , withdrawing it refilling and the re inserting it. My Aunt was there as well as my older female cousin . Not sure if they took part. Mom kept telling me to hold it, not let it out. I don't remember going to the bathroom. I just remember being on the table.

I remember it was around 28 years old and I was on some narcotics for an injury and constipation was a big problem with that medicine. So many days went by I could not go and I finally went to the hospital and they determined I was plugged up and they wanted to try some fleet enemas to see if they could loosen me up. I remember they tried to and it didn't do much that is when the doctor ordered a full bag with some sort of solution in it that would cause a massive evacuation of my ass. What I remember most is the flow of fluids going in me and how bad I was cramping and I could not stop it because the nurse had control of the enema bag and she kept saying it would be better in the end so just lay there and do my best to endure it. After a while I finally expelled on the toilet and felt so good that I decide to pursue this feeling for the rest of my life. This is one of many reasons why I really love nurses.

What I remember most are the insertions, first the shock of mom's slippery finger sliding over and into my butthole, but she didn't use enough cream, so when the nozzle went in, i felt it chafe and cried because it hurt and when i protested to mom, she said to relax and it will be painless but i still struggled to no avail because the nozzle was insistent and i felt that something had to give and wondered if mom was going to break me, then suddenly plop! the nozzle lurched in and instantly no more pain, only an oppressive fullness.

What I remember is hiding, then fighting, then crying then running to toilet 🙂

After not feeling good from a long car ride, Mom said that she would make me feel better when we got home. I was made to get ready for bed, and not much later, I was called into the bathroom. When I entered, Mom was sitting on the closed toilet seat waiting. I looked over to see the red squeeze bulb sitting in a bowl of soapy water. I didn't know anything at this time.

I remember having to get totally naked and climb over her lap, where my fingers were just touching the floor and legs flopping up in the air. Then my butt getting spread and Mom lubing up my crack. Then her sticking her finger in.

Next came the sounds of bubbles and shortly after, feeling something going up my butt. Then the rush of water, as she began filling me. The first two or three didn't feel bad, but as I got more, I remember pleading / crying to go potty. After a few more fillings and ready to burst, I was made to wait over her lap for ????? Eternity ?

Then I was allowed to go. Farts, big expulsions, cramps, and more expulsions. She stayed in the bathroom cleaning up while I crapped like I never remembered.

At some point I started looking in the drawer to look at the bulb. I saw the hot water bottle, tubing, and nozzle that looked like the one on the bulb. Never put the two and two together until it got used on me. Also found a douche nozzle, but again ???

My first memory in my life was being given an enema. I was maybe 3 or 4 and laying on the bathroom floor on a large towel. I figured my parents were going to change my pants like they did many times before. They wiped my butt and I still was not alarmed. That changed as my dad stuck something in my butt. I was shocked. Of course I cried and screamed. I do remember bouncing my bottom on the floor tried to get what was in my bottom out of it. I have no other memories of this at all . Just have vivid memories of bouncing on the floor.

My first enema was administered by yours truly in my junior year of high school. It was prescribed by my doctor to deal with constipation I was having during a bout with mononucleosis. The doctor told me what to do and after she told me what I needed, I went to the drug store (and though it was humiliating), I bought an enema bag and KY jelly. The first time was in the bathroom behind a locked door (I never even told my mother - too embarrassed) and after the ick factor of inserting the small nozzle up my bottom, I opened the clamp and the sensation of water going into me was just weird and so wrong. I probably didn't take more than a cup when I had to use the toilet, and leaving the clamp open, the rest of the bag soaked the towel I was lying on.

That first disaster aside, I kept trying and over a couple of weeks I was able to take a full bag. The enemas provided sweet relief and as time went by I found myself being aroused by the enema and the anal stimulation. This led to masturbating during the enema and a lifelong bond was formed that stays with me to this day.

I was fighting an intestinal infection, I think I was about four years of age. The doctor admitted me to the hospital and prescribed a mineral oil enema once a day for three days. I have to admit my first enema was a total catastrophe. The bed, the bedding, the floor, and one very angry nurse. OOPS! Do you mean you try to hold it in? LOL shit, I did not know.

I remember being scared of the nozzle, it seemed so big I didn’t want mommy to insert it in my bum. but has I soon fin out I wasn’t the one deciding! Mom dipped her long skinny finger in some Vaseline and slide it in my unwilling bum. i got a few spank but she finally inserted the big nozzle and I realized that it wasn’t that big of a deal!

Crying laying over Mom's lap, hearing the the bubbles and sucking sounds from the bowel as I got filled.

It hurt felt wrong and humiliating. Being held down by a trusting adult and then the nuzzle being pushed in with very little lube…plus the feeling of an strange object going in the wrong way. thanks to those Experiances…i never liked them at all whether it was the regular enema or the tiny fleet ones..i hate them.

@Miss_Sarah The doctor ordered a bag enema, not just a disposable one?

@Pecan_nutjob Yes, she suggested regular tap water enemas with an enema bag.