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

A Sunday morning in the 50's, We were all tn the family car for the ride to church. Jimmy and his mom were also with us. Dad, Mom and Jimmy's Mom in the front seat, The rest of us kids (4) jammed in the back. Jan, Jimmy's mom turned and looked at him and rubbed her hand over his head and said "you look pale and you didn't sleep well last night."

I will give you a good enema when we get back home". Jimmy prosted, "Oh Mom". My Mom turned and looked at the rest of us. My Sister snickered and giggled. Mom said "You are due for a good cleanout too Sis."

Arriving home after, Jimmy and his mom went to thier house and jimmy looked back at us with a sad look. I felt bad for him. In our house Mom put a pot of water on the stove to warm up. She added baking soda and some sea salt and as it warmed she used a big bulb syringe to stir by drawing the fluid in and squeezing it out.

Sis started to protest and mom said "an enema will help you control your giggles". "Go take your clothes off get your robe and I will call you." She went to the closet and got the big red bag and hose. She also picked up the "board of education".

The pot of water was still warm so she put it in the sink and ran cold water on the side of the pot. She took the bulb syringe and squezzed it an filled with the enema and squirted it on to her wrist a few times to see how hot it was. She started to fill the bag and I could see the water was still good and warm. There was enough enema water in the pot for another enema.

She told us boys to put on play clothes and go ride bikes. We did that real quick. We were getting the bikes out of the garage, we could hear the "board of education smacking Sis's rear. We did not want to get caught listening or peeking so we left.

We rode to the play ground and my brother asked me if we were going to get enemas. I said no because Mom would not let us leave. We stayed at the playground until it was safe to go back.

We talked to Jimmy a few days later. He said His mom gave him an enema and it was no big deal. He also said my Mom called Jan and told her about Sis's spanking and enema.

Oh yes, who got an enema seemed to be a common topic around my moms coffee circle. These discussions often end with me being checked for symptoms of what ever malady was going 'round the neighborhood, I sometimes had the latest in enema concoctions tried out on me for good measure.

I'm pretty sure my mom never discussed them with anyone, but I do remember getting some as a kid. When I was teenager I accidentally walked in on my mom (bathroom door was partly open..guess she thought I was in the other part of the house) after she'd taken one and was telling me how great they were.

Having been raised in 1950s and 1960s, enemas were common and frequently openly discussed between mothers. My mother was never shy to tell a visiting neighbor :"well, I better get going, John is a bit under the weather and I need to give him an enema," something that always embarrassed me. The worst was when my mother would ask one of my friends to leave, telling him she needed to give me an enema, but that is the way it was then.

She probably did, but she never embarrassed me. A neighbor once picked me up from school, when I wasn't feeling well. She told me I just needed a good enema.

My mother and grandmother would talk and my grandmother always asked if the boys had there enemas, and mom made sure we did weekly till I was 13. Remember one Christmas we at my aunts and Mom anounced to everyone all my cousins and friends that we had to go. We had to get home so that I could get my enemas, my grandmother said just one and mom said no three as usual. I could have crawled under the carpet, all my cousins were smiling

I'm guessing not, but if she ever did, I was never within earshot.

I don't know that my mother ever did. However, I remember asking a good buddy if he had ever had one. Not knowing the word "enema," I just had to describe the process. And I told him how much I hated them--not realizing yet that my "hatred" was really just apprehensiveness at my sexual stimulation by them.He'd never had one. But he went home and told his mother what I had described. He said she laughed and told him he'd get one sometime, if I wasn't a good boy. I was mortified. As his mom was a good friend of my mom, I find it hard to believe this wasn't discussed at some point.

I remember that when I was sick my aunt on the telephone would ask mom whether she gave me an enema.

Oh those were the good OLD DAYS . When moms were their to take care of your every need . An a good enema was one thing all kids needed and got back then . As well as a good spanking . I think that helped keep a lot of kids in line and out of trouble . That is the problem with so many kids today . Their moms can't give them enemas or spank them now . Because that would be called CHILD ABUSE . Yes I to was raised back in the 60's when moms still gave enemas and spanked . An I got my share of both . Like many here . I also remember hearing my mom talk to my aunts and neighbor MOMS about my enemas and their kids . An if I was staying with one of my aunts . An felt a little bad . I'd hear my aunt talking on the phone with my mom . Asking if she could give me a good enema . An I always got not one enema but 3 at one time . I also heard about how my aunts gave their kids enemas to . BOY those were the days .

I remember my parents discussing enemas with their friends. It was a common cure for everything. One man suggested to my parents that his wife might need a "squirt". I don't know if they gave her one. I assume that meant that they discussed the enemas me and my sisters got too.

~nmas4u

Having been brought up in the 1950s and early 1960s, the use of enemas was common in many if not most homes and often suggested/prescribed by physicians, as a result many mothers were quite open about it and often exchanged information with family members, friends, and neighbors. My mother was one of those who often shared such information with her friends and neighbors, often in front of me and my sister. To be honest it was a bit embarrassing, naturally, but nothing traumatic as we knew many of our school friends and neighbors received enemas for a variety of reasons. Between friends our ages it was seldom discussed or even mentioned. That was the very same situation with spankings.

Not only did my mother talk to folks about my enemas, if we had visitors while I was receiving one, she'd *insist* that they come into my room to watch!

Enemas were a frequent topic on my mom's side of the family, and I only ever remember one discussion on my dad's and that was about giving a horse an enema for colic.

I expect my mom was given frequent enemas, and came to love them, and as a consequence I was often on the receiving end. Any childhood illness, bump or scrape and grandma was right there to suggest an enema... That would seem to embarrass my mom, but never stopped her from complying...

When I married my first wife, grandma took her aside to discuss the value of enemas, she asked her mom about it, and her mom told her that she had been given frequent enemas when she was young and how she would go right away and get good results. Oddly she didn't remember being given enemas, but had vivid memories of her cousin Raylene getting enemas with her and her mother watching

The biggest, most frequent discussions were with my neighbor Janet's mother. Whenever either of us was to be given an enema they would phone each other, and needed or not, both of us would be on the receiving end. It was great hearing those conversations, because we both knew what was coming and would be waiting with anticipation.... I don't think Janet or I ever said no to an enema.

The most exciting times was when Janet's mom would suggest she bring me over, they had a much bigger bathroom, and Janet and I would get our enemas together. Protocol was usually to fill Janet first, and fill me while Janet expelled. It was always great, because while I would be holding all four of us would be checking out what Janet had expelled, and the I'd be on the toilet while Janet was being filled. With 3 enemas being the norm, usually the last one was pretty clear, but we also knew if it wasn't their might be enema 4 or 5.

On occasion a potty chair was brought into the room, we would be filled together, and the expell together, almost like a race.... Whoever could take it the fastest and who could expell it the fastest....

One thing we tried, with limited success,,was to hold back some water so we could get extra enemas, but it wasn't easy, and it seemed like our moms could always tell we were holding back,,and if we held back too much then it was hard to take the next enema, although by the time we moved away, Janet, who was probably 8, often got a 4th, her holding back skills were better than mine.

Now we had found a way to give each other enemas using a toy fire hydrant and hose we had "acquired" from Janet's little brother Gary. And sometimes we would get called in for enemas on a day when we had already cleaned ourselves out... That was interesting because our moms couldn't understand just clear water coming out, and that might result in extra enemas trying to break up the blockage...

By the way, Gary hated enemas and put up such a fuss he rarely got them, Janet and I were always willing victims... So by logic we have concluded our moms were getting enjoyment out of giving enemas to two kids that really enjoyed them, and while the enemas continued until I was about 11, never with the frequency as before when we moved to another town.

Once every few months, until I was about 11, mom would pick me up at school and we would go visit Janet and her mom, I was never told in advance, but when I was told my mother had come for me I knew what was coming... And had I been old enough to would have cum in my pants.

The question I have asked myself a thousand times, when I was older, had a car, and started dating, why I never called Janet and asked her out. In fact the first contact I have had with her since childhood has been in the last 5 years...

I remember Mom and a friend of mine's mother talking over at his house one morning. We had gone over to his house to visit him. He had been absent from school for about a week and Mom wanted to go over and check on him. I remember sitting in his room with him while Mom and his Mom were in an adjacent room taking and drinking coffee. I remember hearing my mom's friend tell here that her doctor had advised her to give my friend a cool water enema that morning and that she, my mom, should give me one this afternoon just to be safe. I didn't say anything to her then or on our way home, but later that afternoon, Mom called me to the bathroom where she had her Rexall Victoria Combination syringe filled and waiting for me. I guess I should have called and thanked my friend's mother, but I didn't. But, I did thank Mom.

I never really had an enema experience growing up that was out-of-the-ordinary embarrassing, but, as far as my parents discussing them, it was a very common occurrence. As many have already posted here, enemas and rectal temps were the norm. It seemed that even the kids shared their receiving an enema or having their rectal temp taken on a regular basis, very matter-of.factly, because we all knew we were all getting the same. Whereas today, many kids are not even certain what an enema is, or a rectal temp, back then it would be more as if you were the ¨odd person out¨ if you did not receive both.

My mother was forever discussing my and my sisters enemas with next door other mums at clinic was very common in fifty's and sixty's often had enemas next door as mums did us together or all in mums house mums all having cups tea as grated soap in to bowl hot water getting it all ready for us all often pop small piece soap up each of us get us started wile they carried on prep for our up coming enemas

Yes,my mother has discussed my enemas and suppositories with MY granny(my mother's mother) with my sister,my pediatrician(whie growing up),and a couple of her close friends.I have been needing both enema's and suppositories since being a small infant,and continues even to this day.

I do remember mom discussing them with a neighbor and the doctor

Any sickness brought on the enemas, but she would say lets get you ready for enemas, or I think you are bound up, get ready for bed, going to the water on to boil.

When sick, she would inject 8 ounces of very warm olive oil then cause I bedwet back into a diaper and into bed.

I loved her so

My mother very rarely discussed her business with any one, much less the neighbors. She was friendly with everyone, but our family doings stayed with the family. The only person she discussed my enema with was me. Before administering it, she sat me down and we discussed it at length. I knew exactly what was happening when the time came. I only remember her giving me one at age 6. As I got older I started giving them to myself.

Yes ugh so embarassing

Mom might have discussed 'an enema for michael' several time.s to friends, relatives but I don't remember- too young

A few times with the other mothers at Sunday School. I was seedom in a position to overhear.

I once overheard mom talking with aunt Louise in our kitchen. I was home sick from school and I gotten an enemas right after everybody went to school.

Mom was telling Aunt Louise that she had to give Jon an enema. She said she was surprised that I took it calmly. That I didn't cry or anything.

Aunt Louise said that was surprising.

Footnote: when I was younger, I as a screamer and kicker. There were time when Aunt Louise would hold my ankles so I wouldn't kick

My mom didn't hesitate discussing my enemas.

Most frequently she would be on the phone with my aunt, and the subject would come up. I just knew that once my aunt knew, she would tell my cousins that "Connie got another enema". I don't understand why she (mom) felt compelled to share this information.

There was a neighbor lady who lived in the house behind us. I know mom often discussed my enemas with her, knowing that she gave her children enemas also.

I wrote in a previous post that my mom claims the neighbor was present in the bathroom for at least one of my enemas, and that I really don't recall her being there.

I'm sure times back then were different, and we (the children) really had no rights to privacy. How things have changed!

C.

My mom didn't talk about enemas much, but I can remember one time when I was about five, overhearing my mom telling my dad that I hadn't gone to the bathroom for three days and that she gave me a laxative but if that didn't work she was going to have to use the syringe on me. My dad replied that if she thought it was necessary to go ahead and do it. Dad said, you've got to make his bowels move, so do what you have to, but he's not going to like it. My mom agreed, but she had no choice and told dad it was for my own good.

The next morning she took me into the bathroom and used the bulb syringe on me, until she had forced enough Ivory soapsuds up inside of me until my bowels moved and they were right, I didn't like it. When my dad came home from work he asked my mom if she had to syringe me and how did I take it. She answered that she did and that I put up quite a fuss, but she was successful in getting me cleaned out. She told him that she warned me that if I didn't keep myself regular she would have to use the syringe on me the next time I got plugged up. My dad agreed and said whenever she felt it I needed it to go ahead and syringe me.

After that I never heard any more discussions, whenever I got constipated my mom would just take me into the bathroom and give me another syringing. I don't think she discussed my enemas with anyone else but one time I overheard my aunt, her sister, telling my mom that she had to give my cousin an enema. She was about a year older than me and my aunt went into details about the fight she put up. She said my cousin cried and squirmed each time she used the syringe on her and that she felt bad about having to do it to her but she had to give her an enema because she hadn't gone to the bathroom for four days.

Mom didn't mention my enemas, but she told my aunt if she had to use the syringe on my cousin again to give her a call and she would come over and help. About three weeks later my aunt called and I heard my mom say okay I told you I would help so I'll be right over as soon as my husband gets home, When dad got home my mom left for my aunt's house. I could picture it in my mind, my mom holding my cousin down on the bathroom floor as my aunt used the syringe on her. My cousin and I never talked about our enemas but I wish now I had brought up the subject.

My mother used to talk about the suppositories and the enemas that she administered to me with my grandma and two aunts. I never liked that topic of conversation, but apparently for them it was nothing strange. I don't remember any other person involved in those conversations.

Yes, my mother would discuss the need to give us kids an upcoming enema later in the day. This was done over the phone with myself in the same room. So no surprise later when I was called to the bathroom,,,Yikes.

Back in the 50's and 60's, the topic of enemas was a fairly common subject in those conversations between my mom and the relatives or friends and neighbors. We kids often overheard those discussions, even if it happened to be just one side of a conversation because mom was on the phone.

In some cases, we knew one of us kids was sick and it was the doctor's office on the other end. Sometimes, we knew it was our aunt or grandma. It wasn't unusual for a neighbor to call for advice because one of our friends or playmates was about to be on the receiving end.

Then there were the face to face discussions on the porch or around the kitchen table. Those discussions were sometimes quite educational although, at times, created some fear or trepidation when we realized we were going to be the recipient. If someone else was the intended target, well, we rejoiced and enjoyed some giggles at the expense of others.

We knew we were in deep doo doo when we were caught teasing or making fun of somebody else. That was when we knew that we'd get our turn as well. If we were way out of line, the green Palmolive soap may have been in our mouth, or at least clouding up the enema solution for a tense soapy reminder to clean up our act.