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

Conversations about enemas were not uncommon in our family. Mom was very matter-of-fact and proud about her role as the family enema giver. Conversations with the next door neighbor, my aunt, or grandmother concerning enemas were not unusual and were always embarasssing to me, but I never missed an opportunity to listen in. I remember one where she said to our neighbor that she had to give me an enema because I was so constipated from whatever I had to eat the day before. The neighbor asked her if I cooperated and she went on and on about how she has been giving me enemas for years and that I never give her problems and that I always take a real good enema for her. The neighbor looked at me and smiled and said that's good you know it's good for you.

Whenever I received an enema as a child, my mom would always share the details with my aunt or grandmother, who lived upstairs in our duplex house. Later, when we moved to the suburbs, a long, detailed telephone conversaton was substituted for face to face story telling. More then once, I would be within earshot and hear my mom say: " I just had to give Billy another soapsuds enema this morning. He was so constipated that I could hardly get the rectal pipe in him. But, he's feelng better now."

My mother used to host a bridge club and the topic of enemas always came up and I always made sure I was close to the bridge table to overhear all that was said.

My mother was like many others discussed here. She would talk about giving me one,while at the kitchen table talking to my aunt. Like I didn't hear what was being talked about. Talk about going into anxiety mode.

We had a summer home out on Long Island. It was a very nice place, beaches, and woods. My fater worked during the week, and came out on the weekeds. From Sunday night to Friday niight it was just Mom and me. I spent most of the time on the beach or on the boat, I was 14 that summer, and enjoying it. Mom loved it there, but it was lonley for her, she missed the city and her friends. Mom had made friends over the years with another lady who lived a few houses down, they were full time residents. The lady ( Jan ) was about the same age as Mom, maybe a year or two younger. Mom was 39. Jan had a daughter Cindy, who was 16. Jan was always at our home for coffee, or Mom was at Jans home. I knew Cindy and had a crush on her, but she look at me as a little boy. one night Mom invited Jan and Cindy over for a babaque. We ate, had desert. I went out on the porch to listen to my radio in the warm summer night. With all the windows open because of the warmth, I could hear what they were talking about inside. The conversation started with cold's and how to treat them,,then it went to fevers, and other illness. Mom said well a good soap and warm water enema cures alot of things, Jan giggled,Cindy said what's a enema. Mom said you never had one, Cindy said no. Jan said she never needed one, but I have a douche bag, and if she ever needed it it was there. Cindy asked again what is a enema. Jan said its a rubber bag, with a hose and a small nozzel, and a shut off clap. The nozzel is inserted into your rectum, the clamp is opened and the warm soappy water fills you. you then have to go to the bathroom, and your system is cleaned out. Cindy said, I'm glad I never needed that. They laughed. Mom said Anthony has had a few. Cindy was suprised, he did she said. Mom said yes, I gave him one last month just before school ended. He was so nervious about his finnal exams, he got constipated. Cindy said he let you do that to him. Mom said well he doesn't like it, but knows he will feel beter afterwood and will cooperate. Cindy said how does he cooperate. Mom said well first I tell him to get his clothes off and lay on the bed,and he will. Cindy said naked ( more laughs) , yes Cindy Jan said, you can't get it with clothes on. Mom said I'm his mother and changed his dippers, and dressed him growing up, so I didn't see anything that I didn't see before> Jan said but bigger, they all laughed. Cindy said how does the nozzel go in. Mom said I have him raise up on his knees and spread his legs wide for me, I put lubracation onthe nozzel and his anus, put the end of the nozzel against his anus , tell him to relax and with firm pressure push it in. Then open the clap and let the water flow in. Jan said by rasing and lowering the bag you control how much pressure the water goes in under. Cindy had alot of questions about enemas, Mom and Jan answered them. I was so embarrased that she knew I had gotten enemas, I went inside to my room and went to sleep. The next day on the beach I saw Cindy look at me and smile a few times, I could just imagin what she was thinking

Three Moms were discussing the next door kid's fever. My Mom quickly offered that she had lowered my temperature with an ice water enema delivered via a rectal tube. She referred to the tube as an "extension."

Not only did she discuss the process with neighbors, there seemed to be a group of three mothers in the neighborhood that were called upon to help administer the enemas. When I heard I was getting one, there would be a visit from a neighbor, they would hold me down on my belly and with a lot of effort, make the insertion.

Once the nozzle was in, I lost the fight. I still remember that amber bag, the amber hose, the black short enema nozzle.

The word afterwards among friends, they all knew I got an enema, or we all heard somebody else got one.

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Mom did not do much talking about our enemas as children but about April or May Grandmother would start the ball rolling for our spring tonic and enema. She would provide a weekend out at the farm for all of her beloved Grand Children and their spring cleaning as such. As a youth going out to the farm on that inevitable weekend I would be almost weak in the knees with the impending brimstone based tonics and and enema we all endured.

I even remember my Aunt Ruby who was not much older than my older sisters being scooted into the big main bathroom. Grandmother insisted having her bowels flushed under very strenuous objections on her part. Don't mess with Grandmother she is and always was the lord and master of the family.

Mother was an old-time nurse, we lived in Baltimore County, around the 1940's and 50's. My sister was almost 2 yrs younger.

Mom had 2 Armstrong Art Weave Hot Water Bottles, one Red/Orange, the other was Black, a thin black rubber hose, metal clamp and the usual 2 black hard rubber slip-on pipes. Also found a 32 Fr. Rectal Tube?

Heard when younger she had a rubber bulb. Could never find it. I snooped. Especially at relatives and neighbors bathrooms. Can't remember hearing mom telling the neighbors talking about our enemas and suppositories, but believed she did.

Mrs. C next door borrowed mom's outfit for her kids, one of each. Later checked their medicine cabinet, black pipes in there, had bought a syringe, I guess dual purpose since more than one nozzle.

The daughter was older and bossy, liked to think of she getting hers. Once sis and I were playing in the living room floor, my aunt, mother's sister visited. Heard her remark: they both have it coming out both ends.

Recall once sis and I were playing and make believe gave my teddy bear an enema. Only a few times knew when sis got an enema, otherwise did not think about rubber hot water bottles hanging upside down drying near the tub. Sis probably knows about mine and hers, but am leary about asking what she remembers. Guess it didn't affect her like it did me.

Thou once was babysitting her kids and noticed an adult suppository jar in the bathroom.

On an auto trip, I was in the back seat, heard about mom's cousins, 3 older women living together in a Baltimore rowhouse. Heard one got sick and never wore panties. The others gave her an enema. Wish I had films or photos of these events.

When I was 10 and 11, we lived at my aunt's house, recall I was sick and afraid of getting an enema. From snooping, she had a Red Seamless Nearkid Fountain Syringe in her closet and also hanging on the shower curtain rod. My fever broke, instead mom and Mrs P next door went upstairs and gave auntie an enema.

Back then, my ears were tuned when heard the word, enema. I forgot, once in High School latter 50's, I took one Auto Shop Course, Senior Yr. (tired of the hard courses). Think we were going on a field trip, one student said: I can't go. Our neat instructor said: "maybe you need an enema".

He had 4 kids. Guess they did them, too.

Another memory, sis and I fought some as siblings or were at odds sometime.

Since I was older, she wanted everything I got. Once I was downstairs in our rowhouse, was at bottom of stairs, listened to mom tell sister who was crying: "if you won't let me give you a suppository, I'll have to give you an enema!" I enjoyed hearing that.

I think when younger, peeked when she was given an enema with the black bag. My last one was at age 12, still remember the insertion and was asked to turn from my right side to the left. Looked up mom was holding the red/orange bag.

One other time when I was about 13, mom was giving me a rather large, hot soapy enema in her bedroom when the phone rang. She stopped the enema and answered the phone. She immediately said, "Can he call you back in about an hour? I'm right in the middle of giving him an enema and he's got to take another quart before he'll be done". When she hung up, I asked who that was and he said it was my girlfriend, Jenny, from next door. I was so embarrassed, I knew it would be hard to face her! When I saw her later, she just smiled and asked "how was your enema, Johnny?"

My mother often discussed my bowel habits and the laxatives, suppositories and enemas she gave me with my aunts and with the mothers of my friends. Once when I was 10 years old and spending a weekend at my best friend's house while my parents were out of town, I got a stomach ache because I had been constipated for several days. My friend's mother gave me a small enema of Epsom salts, Glycerine, and hot water using a bulb syringe (the same kind of enema she sometimes gave him). She then recommended this type to my mother as a faster, easier alternative to a large soapsuds enema, and my mother started using this on me sometimes. I hated it because it was much more irritating and hard for me to hold for the required 5 minutes than the usual soapsuds enemas, and it left my bottom stinging for about half an hour afterwards.

Enemas were openly talked about to neighbors and friends. I remember one Christmas day we were at my Grand Mothers and all my cousins were there. Mom said we have to get going I have to give Tony his enemas when we get home. My cousins smiled and laughed, and when we got home I did get three big enemas two soapy then one rinse....on Christmas day

Enemas were such an open topic when I was growing up. I recall my mother saying she had to get off the phone call she was on because it was time for her to give me an enema. She would also talk with mothers of my friends (in front of me) asking if their sons got enemas as much as I did for staying home sick from school. Enemas were simply very common place and a matter of fact discussion then. Somehow the discussion was always embarrassing to me.

Well back in the 1950's enemas were a comnon home treatment. If a mother didn't do the right thing in caring for children, she was looked down as unfit. So when a child was not feeling well , Mothers to show they were good caring attentive Moms, well tell others, Yes, Anthony was not feeling well yesterday, but I gave him a soap and water enema, and look how well he is now.

Yes, my childhood could have taken place during the Golden Age of enemas...lol, mother was the resident enema giver, she gave enemas to everyone in the neighborhood, hearing the moms discuss bms and enemas was common in our house,she discussed our enemas with neighbors, friends and relatives, it was embarrassing and arousing , there was always a bag hangfing in the bathroom, most often still wet from use and a bulb or two sitting out as well, that was my childhood, mom is still going strong, giving and receiving enemas in her Golden years...lol.

Never heard my mother dicuss them with anyone. but it was fun getting them from my mother and my female neighbot as well and still enjoy the love for them today. growing up in the 60's you would see them in everyone's bathroom.

Yes, I remember mom mentioning something about an enema several times. Didn't happen all that often and wasn't a big deal because I knew many of my friends got enemas. I was an only child but had several cousins around my age and we often told each other when we got an enema.

My mother did not discuss my enemas in public but I do remember after getting my first enema when I was five going up to my mother about two weeks later at a very public swimming pool and telling her that I thought I needed another enema. I said this right in front of her friends and did she ever turn red! She mumbled something about them being too messy but I did keep getting them.

My mom would often discuss my enemas with neighbors and a few close friends - I remember one time she was getting ready to give me a enema and a close friend of hers offered to help. I was taken into the bedroom, my pants were removed and placed across her friend's lap. My underwear was pulled down and my cheeks spread for the nozzle. I was shocked and aroused at the same time. The enema was administered and then they sat on the edge of the tub while I finished. Then back across her lap for a digital exam and then another enema.

My mom talked with a friend of her's every day by phone and she would sometimes mention she had to give me an enema. I stayed with this friend overnight a few times when my mom and dad went out of town and when I was a little older, maybe 11 or so, she mentioned a couple of times that she took enemas, and told me she would give me one if I were constipated. I told her I didn't need one and didn't think anything about it. Looking back I think maybe she was had a fetish for enemas, but I didn't really know about those things back then, so nothing came of it.

Not only did she discuss them she invited my Aunt and Uncle over to help in giving me the enema. Sometimes my cousin would come and watch. It was so embarassing. Although my mom had a bag she preferred to use the 8 ounce bulb for multiple insertions into my pucker hole. After giving me 4 bulbs full she would give my Aunt or Uncle a turn to give me 4 more.

Enemas were talked about all the time when I was growing up. They were not a "secret" event, especially when it came to the kids. I never heard my family talking about their enemas (the adults), but I constantly heard conversations about mine, my cousins', the neighbor kids. I always got an erection whenever the talk went on for awhile. It seemed like talking about our enemas was just as natural as talking about our play or our baths. I had forgotten all about that. It's interesting that I had an experience similar to someone else on the forum. Once, while my aunt was giving me an enema, the phone rang. She stopped to answer it. It was a friend of hers. She said she couldn't talk because she was giving me an enema. I was mortified thinking her friend knew I was getting an enema.

Actually a few years back i got very embarrassed when one of my nephews was having a problem and mom suggested a enema to my sister wit the comment she use to give them to me

It looks like I am not alone in having the world know that I either had or was about to get an enema when I was growing up. I don't think I knew enough to be embarrassed at younger years, but in rural Oklahoma everyone knew everyone else's business. Apparently curing someone's constipation was not seen as a cause for keeping a secret.

I grew up on a farm in south Florida in the late 40's and 50's. We didn't have indoor plumbing so enemas were given outside by the outhouse. Doing laundry was a big deal, we had to heat water in a big cast iron pot by a wood fire. Laundry day was on Saturdays and my aunts and cousins would come over on most Saturdays and laundry was combined and it was a joint effort. It was also enema day for us kids. I had six cousins, all female, and we got them together. Our moms would compare results and techniques. when the girls reached 13 or 14 they would be expected to help with the younger kids. My sister was 3 years older and would give me enemas from about my age of 13. When the mothers in town got together they sometimes discussed the enemas for their kids, how much they could take, techniques used to give them and how the kids reacted. it was a running joke with them about how the boys got erections and I heard them discuss the boys development quite a few times. Some of the moms were proud of the size of their sons penis and would brag about it.

Yes, mine would talk to her sister about giving me enemas

As a child, I got an enema every time I had the slightest stomach cramp. I would quickly be on the bed with my legs straight up (mom always made me hold my legs up) getting my tummy filled with warm water, and telling mom that I was full now !

I grew up in the 50 so it was kind of common. My mother told everyone when she gave me and or, my brother enemas.

I actually heard her discussing her own enemas with her sister one day on the phone. Maybe this is genetic?