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

Mother and her friends all believed in giving enemas to their children and they often talked about the happenings during their morning coffees that happened almost everyday. But, they weren't the only ones that talked about them. We children often became involved with that kind of discussion as well when we got together.

When I was growing up in the 60's, I received many enemas from my mother, grandmother and my aunt. I grew up in a rural area and most of the time the cure all was to first give an enema. Most of the enemas were given by my mother or my aunt who was a nurse. Some were by my grandmother when I was staying with her. The enemas were warm, soapy and a series of three two quart bags. The last one was clear water to provide a rinse. I was usually completely undressed and either laying over their lap or kneeling on the bathroom floor. I am not sure and it was never mentioned but I believe that they did realize that I enjoyed receiving my enemas on a regular basis. They were constantly asking if I felt alright and if I said I that I was feeling a little down, the first thing that was suggested was an enema. I don't think I ever put up any resistance. I was very lucky when I married as my wife enjoyed giving me enemas and for many years I continued to receive them. Now that she has passed on, I am searching for someone to enjoy them again (both giving and receiving).

My mother does not discuss my enemas with anyone except her sister. They are quite close and talk or see each other often. At times I have heard her say that she was going to give me an enema(s) and at other times saying that she had given me a laxative and/or enemas. Once or twice I heard then discuss what series of enemas would work best for me. Another time she was saying that she wished she had inserted the colon tube further in me as she thought the enema did not work as well as she thought it would or should.

Oh yes...as a nurse, mom openly discussed enemas with neighbors, friends about the proper ways gor administer non-cramping, pleasurable to receive ss enemas. Heard her many times on the phone telling other moms how to give their son/daughter/husband a proper enema. Where also quite a few times she took one of her enema bags and went over to another moms house to administer the enema(s) as the mother just could not do it. I always heard about what happened when she returned as enemas were openly discussed in our home. Mom was a big believer in enemas for constipation relief and for sickness, fevers, etc. and did I get my share! Loved every one too.

Having grown up in a very "bowel consious" family ivory soapsuds enemas, suppositories, soap sticks and oral doses of castor oil were frequently given to cure just about any ailment, to promote general good health or to correct bad behavior that was thought to be caused by "sluggish bowels". I came from a large family with a number of my sisters going into the medical field as nurses or xray technicians. As the yougest member I was frequently the recipient of these treatments with my sisters observing and helping. My enema and other rectal treatments were openly discussed with suggestions given to improve the results. Also discussions with neighbors and other relatives, such as my grandmother, took place. Needless to say, this led to a lifelong enema interest and a desire to discuss and interact with others here on Zity with similar histories. Duplicating those soapsuds enemas from the "Golden Age" using antique equipment such as a Rexall Victoria open top red bag with black nozzle, a Davol red bulb syringe, or a white enamel irrigator can equipped with a long colon tube has remained with me since those early times.

We lived in a modest house that had only one full bathroom. If there were enemas to be given that was the place. Having two sisters, an older and a younger one, there were not many secrets and if one of us got an enema everyone knew it. My younger sister seemed to get an enema more frequently than my older sister and me and was not bashful about coming right out and asking for one. My mom was always happy to oblige and as a result our family combination bag was frequently out drying on the towel rack.

If one us got an enema the news would travel fast because mom would share that information with her sister and my gran as well as some of the other women in the neighborhood. I was always embarrassed to overhear her tell someone else that "Wes needed a good enema." I really didn't care much if she told them that Carol or Emily got one though.

My mom discussed enemas freely with all the neighbor moms--much to my embarrassment .

An enema was mostly a private affair in our house, but my mother did occasionally discuss enemas with my aunts. I remember once being at my aunt's house and hearing my mother mention that she was going to give me an enema that night when we arrived home. My aunt answered that she was going to give my cousin Amy an enema that night too, and both Amy and I began to blush and become very embarrassed. I don't remember my mother discussing enemas much with the other mother's in our neighborhood, although I am sure that she sometimes did, but I often seemed to know when one of the other children in our neighborhood, or at school had received an enema, and I remember feeling excited at the thought of what had happened or was going to happen to them. The whole subject of enemas was exciting and stimulating to me. Sometimes, I would be playing at a friend's or at a cousin's house, and unexpectedly discover their enema bag, usually red, and with the hose still attached, hanging from the back of their bathroom door to dry. Such a discovery was always an intimate, and pleasurable shock to me, and left me feeling as if I had been briefly let into the deepest and most personal affairs of my playmate, or of her family. Enemas were common, but also, intimate affairs, with a secret ambivalence attached to them that I always enjoyed, and which excited me as a child. I always felt excited hearing that someone was going to receive an enema, but I was especially excited, and often a little chagrined, when I found that I was going to receive an enema myself.

As I recall, enemas were considered common and natural in our extended family and within most of the community. Several of my playmates were not shy about admitting to receiving enemas and I vividly remember when one of my closer friends confided that he and his three brothers all received enemas from their dad nearly every Saturday night. When he explained that his dad would have them undress, then bend over a clothes hamper and use an enema bag to administer the enema, I had a mental picture that has lasted all these years. I also found it fascinating that all four boys were given an enema, one after the other, so there was no privacy but I suppose that's why none of them were self-conscious or embarrassed by them.

To address the original question, our extended family got together for Sunday Dinner almost every week. The standard routine following dinner was the men would leave the table and retire to the living room while the women remained at the table to talk/gossip for a period of time before beginning the task of washing dishes, etc. It was very common for the subject of enemas to come up during their conversations and I was always secretly fascinated to learn which of my cousins or uncles had received a soap-suds enema or who would be receiving one in the near future.

As Archie sang, "Those were the days..."

Yes I also remember those wonderful days of old . Getting many enemas over my moms lap . An she would also talk with my aunts an older sister about my enemas . I also found out to about my friends . Asking them about their enemas . An we liked talking about how we got our enemas an all .

Mom discussed my enema use with her Mother and our family doctor. I do not think Mom ever could understand my deep desire to take enemas or the intense pleasure that enemas gave me. She stopped giving me enemas around the age of 12 and hid her bag from me. I eventually found it and would borrow it from time to time. Finally, one day, I went to get it and it was gone. Mom had hid it from me. I was desperate. I remember I went to her Mother for help and after much pleading on my behalf Mam-Maw got Mom to give me one. After that the bag was mine whenever I needed it.

Although I received periodic enemas as a child, I don't ever recall my mother discussing it with anyone. If she did, I certainly wasn't aware of it.

Mother never did as far as I can remember. Once, I was given an enema at grandmas... the next day, half the town knew about it! LOL

I was given enemas by my grandmother. I remember to one ocassion, when she discussed the enemas with the neighbour lady.

Yes my mother did discuss enemas with some neighbors and all of my aunts I think, I loved to sit close and listen, it got me aroused.

As a young child, (6y/o) we lived in an old "mansion" converted into apartments. My mothers closest friend in the building had a son a year older than and a daughter a year younger. I know that they shared information about the care of all of us. A red bag was always hanging behind the BR door of my friends apartment but I never had the nerve to check it for wetness.

A few years later the measles paid a visit to our town and many kids were very sick and in bed. I heard my mother discussing constipation with another kid's mom and soon a visiting nurse paid us a visit and filled me up using a rectal tube and funnel.

Oh yes enemas were discussed with everyone I thought .

A younger girl was given enemas ,but this time it was for other reasons she was 9 to 10 years old and that I over heard about a very long discussion . My mother thought 2 quarts were too much but under the reasons maybe she should have more or at least another one as big .

Always I thought , what did she do ? Never did find out would never ask the girl . Then she would know that I knew

WC

There were times when I thought the whole world knew about my getting an enema. Mom talked openly about it. My sisters and I talked pretty openly about it between us, but not outside of the family.

Yes they were discussed with my aunts and other women,

Enemas were a pretty common topic amongst neighbors and relatives. The adults seemed to broach this topic quite often. The women were most likely to have those discussions, but the men would occasionally discuss them also. We kids also talked about them and simulated giving enemas as we engaged in playing house or doctor and nurse.

It was the open dialogue that is still fascinating today. Unfortunately, it is a subject that has been relegated to sites and private chat rooms such as this. Seldom are such things discussed openly these days.

For me, it was quite a learning opportunity as well as a catalyst for my self indulgences and personal enjoyment that has lasted a lifetime. Many of those discussions that we overheard, or eavesdropped on, provided some stimulating memories of the way things were in the "Golden Age".

As children, we often learned of impending enemas for ourselves or others. This heightened the anticipation as well as potential embarrassment. It also gave us a clue as to where to be at particular times and places. This was on the outside chance that we might actually observe the procedure or at least take in some of the preparation efforts.

I might add that this knowledge often precipitated the usual teasing and commiserating amongst us kids. I loved to tease my sisters and female cousins about their impending fate. They always teased us guys unmercifully. We could give some comfort and moral support to those we liked or had common concerns.

Our moms usually evened things out in the end. A few of my most intense soapy enemas, came at the expense of being one up on my sister when it came to teasing. I may not have enjoyed them so much at the time, but in hindsight, I'd do it all over again just to be subjected to consequences.

Most of these issues arose because our moms openly discussed these things. It wasn't until we became teenagers that such things necessitated absolute discretion. Mom became more secretive, especially when it involved my older sister and cousin. It was like we were no longer privy to such female subjects including feminine hygiene or douching. We weren't oblivious, however, to those beautiful rubber implements that would occasionally appear and then be hidden away from our prying eyes.

The enema bag seemed to always be hanging around. The other items, including certain douching equipment, would disappear as soon as they had dried. It then became sort of a mission to find some of those other items that made enema play much more fun.

Never that I know of.

I'm pretty sure she discussed with neighbors. Neighbor picked me up from school one time, when I wasn't feeling well. On the way home she commented that I probably just needed a good enema!

My mom discussed my enema's with neighbors and my Aunt and Uncle. So embarrassing specially as I got older. I'm guessing it was information they needed in case they ever baby-sat or something. All of the neighbors shared that information about their kids.

I recall one specific incident when we were visiting an aunt,,,and mom left the kitchen table to give me an enema, I am sure she discussed it with my aunt ,,,since she used the aunt's equipment, no less. I did not like it... I was age 3

In my family enemas were not discussed but used intensively. You could see empty but wet bag in a bathroom and only guessing who got it.

No, I can honestly say I never heard my mother discussing enemas on the outside. But just being a kid, I may not have noticed!

Because she was nurse, my mother often gave enemas to other adolescents at their mothers or grandmother's bidding. She talked openly about those. I am sure she discussed my sister's and my enemas with both grandmothers who were also enema offficianatos.

The only time I heard her discuss my enemas was with my pediatrician. He was always especially pleased(almost giddy) when she had cleaned me out before an appointment. That was all crap(no pun intended) because my friends who went to him always got enemas before an appointment

He would say thing like, "It is always easier to do a rectal exam on a boy when his rectum is voided." He would be talking to my mom as if I wasn't there while he had his huge finger rammed three inches up my butt.

His nurse would start the conversation as I stripped naked to be weighed, "Has Denny had his prep enemas?"

Then I would be sitting naked on the exam table and he would come in and simply ask, "Enemas till clear?"

He and my mom would discuss the enemas that I could look forward to while i sat naked on the table. They talked a lot about amounts of water and retention time. He always encouraged her to use more very warm water and to make me hold it longer. Once when I was 14 and he was playing ping pong with my nubile prostate, he turned to my mom and said, "Make sure you keep doing forced high colon clean outs on Denny with large amounts of warm water and soap and make him hold it in for at least 20 minutes.

As we went home, she laughed and said, "That man would have me giving you enemas everyday of the week." I chuckled too Until we stopped at the hospital where she worked and she took me to the pediatric "Enema Room" She took out a bag that was much larger than the 2 quart bag at home and she went across the room and pulled down a colon tube. I had had large nozzles before, but never a colon tube. I watched as she filled the bag with warm water, castile soap liquid glycerine, and mineral oil

I was told to strip. My underpants were covered with the doctor's lube from my rectal exam. I was never allowed to clean myself after a doctor's appointment.

She put me on my left side for the first time. She cleaned my butt and relubed to her satisfaction. Then she lubed the colon hose. I soon found out that she was an expert at winding the colon tube up your butt. As she released the clamp she said, "You have needed a high colon enema for a long time."

I have no idea how much water i took that day or the other days I was brought to that table, but I know it was a lot.

As I was taking the the third and largest enema, two of my mom's nursing friends came by. Now remember I'm 14, naked, full erection, pre-cum, .big hose coming out of my butt, struggling to take any more water. One of them picks up my underwear and inspects the back side of them. The other places her hand on my bare hip and asks my mom if she needs any help. Much to my chagrin my mom tells her that I will have the last quart to go inside me and then release it in the bedpan.. The one that is looking at my underpants asks if that is lube on my and my underpants and my mom proceeds to describe my rectal exam in detail while pushing the colon tube up me another 3 inches.

The nurse with her hand on my hip says, "I brought my 11 year old son in for a series high colon enemas on this very table last Sunday." "He screamed and complained through four enemas." "Your son is very well behaved!"

I think she learned of my interest though never mentioned it. I think she and my nana, her mother, talked about them. I remember asking and talking with my best friend about them. He got enemas and once when my mother picked me up from his house in front of us all his mother asked me if I wanted her to give me an enema. Finally, the crowning moment was one summer when I was probably about 13, and acting bratty, she said to me out of the blue, "if you want an enema, I'll give you an enema." And that's exactly what she did. I was extremely nervous, but I'm sure very excited - the rest is history and I recreate that fantasy often.

Enemas were common during my childhood however not discussed so routinely as they occured. I was glad because I would have been embarrassed that everyone in the neighborhood knew that I was getting my rectum cleaned out on a regular basis. Ihave to admit that I was a healthy child!