Did your Mother discuss your enemas with neighbours and other relatives?

It seemed like my Mother was forever discussing my enemas with the neighbor across the street. She would tell her that "I had to give Freddie a soapsuds enema last night because he was so constipated." Lots of times I was present and her daughter who I played with was there also. Mom would go into great detail, that I needed three and that I was such a good boy and didn't fuss or cry. I think this was done for my playmates benefit as Mary always put up a big fuss and cried when receiving hers.

Mom also told my Aunt all about my enemas over the phone. If I stayed with my Aunt and didn't preform well on the potty, I was over her lap getting an enema from her quickly. I felt like the whole world was aware when it was "enema time" at our house and I was the star.

Eh eh ... what a shame !

I think that discussing my enemas with the neighbor moms 'over the fence' was a favorite topic for my mom to talk about. Also she discused the neighood moms kids enemas with them, too. In fact, back in those days, I knew who and when each kid in the neighbor hood got an enema.

I can relate to that Big Red. My mom was forever discussing my enemas not only with all the neighbors, but with my aunt and uncle as well as my step dad. Every detail on how she removed my pants and undies and how she lubed my little pink hole and the way the nozzel slid in and then the noise I made when I was finally allowed to go potty.

Once I was being given an enema and my mom's neighbor friend overheard the louder than I would have preferred noise coming from the bathroom as she sat on the couch. She later told my neighbor friends mom I was so blocked up I had really expelled loudly. I saw the neighbor look at me making a ham sandwich in the kitchen and turned red in the cheeks hoping she would not tell my girl friend.

As most of you know, I was raised by my father as a single parent. There was no mother around. I think he was a little uncomfortable doing most of the classic "mom stuff" that he had to step up and do. He did tell his single-fathers support group once, "You have to be the parent your child needs, not the parent you feel 'ready' to be!" I think that was his whole line of thought in raising me.

When the need for an enema came up, he waited for me to get comfortable playing alone in my room, and then came and sat on the chair and explained to me what was going to be done, and why. He DID say, "This is one of those things that really should be done by a mom. But since there is no mom here to do it, we will have to get through it the best way we can. Neither one of us is going to LIKE it! I don't really have a choice, I HAVE TO give you an enema. You are the only one with any choice at all. It's up to you whether we do it easy or do it hard. There is no option of NOT doing it. I will try to make it as easy as I can."

I didn't fight him at all! Even when it hurt. there was that mixture of pleasure and pain from the beginning. fortunately enemas were not frequent. I would say we probably averaged 3 times a year.

My mom too was not shy at the least about discussing my enemas or my bro's enemas with neighbors or family. I can recall more than once hearing my mom on the phone say "I've got to go, I've got to give Jimmy an enema" or " Greg was sick so I had to give him an enema last night". The older I got the more embarrassing this got.

And I thought I was the only one! Whenever my mom chose to give my brother or I an enema, which wasn't nearly as often as some of our readers got, she would always share the event with any available relative.

One occasion that sticks in my mind occurred when I was ten or eleven. We paid a Sunday visit to my mom's aunt in the neighboring town. Whle sitting in their front room with their teenage daughter present, my mom summarily related how constipated I was and that she was going going to have to give me an enema as soon as we got home. The daughter , who was unfamiliar with the term, then asked: "What's an enema?"

As if I weren't already humilated beyond words, my mom went on to explain the mechanics of enema administration in detail while my second cousin stared at me hanging on every nuance of my mom's tutorial. Meanwhile, her parents only nodded politely until the subject finally changed and dinner was served.

While the subject never came up in subsequent visits, I knew from the look that the pretty teen gave me that she was was picturing me lying naked on the bathroom floor with the tube stuck up my but, being filled with soapsuds....

I had been surprised to discover that I wasn't the only boy who got enemas from his parents but was floored to learn that my Mother discussed my enemas with other moms.

At dinner one evening when I was about ten, Mom and Dad were casually talking and out of the blue this conversation took place:

Mom: "Mrs. Fuller told me that whenever Dwain starts to get a cold she gives him enemas."

Dad: "Really? She doesn't wait for a fever or anything?"

Mom: "No. She says that she gives him an enema at the first sniffle. If Dwain has a fever, she gives him two enemas a day until the fever is gone."

Dad: "I expect the enemas work pretty well?"

Mom: "We agreed that they do. And Miz Jenkins said that enemas are good for her twins too."

I was shocked. As always, hearing the word "enema" excited me but this was an unusual context. I knew the kids concerned and my first reaction was "I'm glad they get enemas too." But then it dawned on me that my own enemas had been included in the discussion and I wasn't sure I was happy about that.

Thankfully not that I know of, at least in my presence. After her younger sister gave birth to my girl cousin she probably advised her about good enema techniques. My aunt was well aware that Mom had several years experience using the enema can on me and older siblings.

Growing up, the worst part of getting an enema is that it seemed like everybody knew that I either got one or was about to get one. Mom would tell her friends, which often were the moms of my friends.

My mom had 3 sisters and she phoned them every day, along with her mother. Whenever I got the bulb syringe, she told all of them every detail. I think it was to let them know that she was a good mother. There was also a "code" spoken every day. It went, "Did you douche today?" Followed by, "Me too." It was a polite way of asking the sister if she had had sex in the past 24 hrs.

Enemas were a popular topic in my neighborhood back in the50's. They even helped each other out when the need arose.

No, i was never teased about my enemas from mom. My brothers would have jumped on the chance to give me a hard time as they did like brothers do to each other but I have no memory. It must have been on the forbidden list. My mother did not hide her own enema taking as the bag was left out to dry. I hated enemas then and wondered how could anybody do this to themselves. She may have enjoyed them but that did not occur to me then.

Twist

Growing up in the 50s and 60s, enemas were common and not a secret, in fact the red enema bag with its hose and large black nozzle hung on the back of the bathroom door and thus could be seen by any visitor or friend using the bathroom, yet I found it embarassing whenever my mom would discuss my enemas or my sister's with her friends and neighbors. It was also very embarassing when my mother would tell a friend or neighbor, in front of me, thta I had been given a bare bottom spanking for one reason or another or that I was going to be spanked as soon as we got home. Today, however, thinking about those days excite me.

Ugh yes they came over

Yes, the main issue was that what kind of liquied is the best. Somtimes was a few word about the kind of equipmnet (i.e. the size of the bulb, all the enemas was given me by a red bulb with black nozle.)

My mom used to call up my aunts and ask who was available to help her give me an enema the doc said I needed to have to reduce my fever. I was a tiny child, still am, only five feet tall, mom needed help because I was such a brat. Hated being given an enema, used to scream, fight, and try to escape, run away. Definite bad girl...

An enema was a common treatment when I was young, and enema bags were often on display in the homes of my friends. Even so, one of the worst things was having to go back to school after overhearing my mother telling the mother of one of my friends that I was was feeling much better after she had given me an enema.

What made my dad ecstatic was often on the streetcar when we found ourselves sitting next to a neighbor mother would announce, "The twins are going to get an enema when we get home." I would blush beet red and start punching daddy. He would just absolutely love it.

With neighbors, no; but relatives; all the time; and once my sisters got married, I'm quite certain that their husbands knew, and possibly their siblings... definitely their mothers. All siblings who were at home at or near the time, would be told, any visiting aunts, female cousins, yup; oh how mortifying.; sitting at dinner, knowing that all the others seated there KNEW... especially, the girls; how hard it was on a little guy's ego...

(big blush)

Cos.

@ ladymoonlight... When I was 'difficult' about being given an enema by Mum, my backside would be thoroughly warmed with a spanking implement, and then I would get the enema anyway. Was that in store for you when your Mum had to enlist help (to give you an enema) because you were being a 'bad girl' (i.e. disobedient and difficult)? Naughty Naughty.... 😄 😄

I suspect that this is one of the things that has turned off many people to enemas. It did not turn me off but prevented enjoyment and made me want to do them solo which was never allowed unless sneaked.

Yes, discussing enemas in public was about as much a violation of privacy as possible, for child or adult. There was one woman neighbor who did say casually that she would be giving her ill husband an enema as soon as she got home. But maybe there was more candor back then because enemas were a fact of life in nearly all households.

A few days ago I was shocked to hear my dad discussing my daughter's bowel problems with my uncle on the phone. Well, I don't know why I was shocked - mum and dad both used to discuss mine with any and all relatives. And goodness knows I write enough about it online. But it still felt like an invasion of privacy to hear him say "today Melanie actually did her daily do without any suppository"

Do you live at home with your father and daughter or did you tell him about her bowel habbits??

Hope melanie did not over here as i used hate my habits being openly discussed

mollie

Discussions I often overheard between my mother and my aunt were about how cooperative I was when one of them gave me a good high enema. I would be complimented on not making a big fuss about it, and how easy it was for them to get me to cooperate.

Do you live at home with your father and daughter or did you tell him about her bowel habbits??

Hope melanie did not over here as i used hate my habits being openly discussed

mollie

I live at home - yes.

Ah, those were the days. I can remember playing close to the phone so I could listen when my mother talked to her friends about the enemas that were give or were soon to be given. It excited me but I did not realize there was a sexual connotation until I was much older. It seemed my little playmate from next door was always getting an enema.

I distinctly remember my mother telling a friend over the phone that my sister & I would even ask for an enema on occasion (didn't happen too often, but from time to time).