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

No... my mother never told nobody about my enemas

How things have changed. In today's world, one would not discuss enemas with their neighbor, not because it is a taboo subject or enemas are not as common, but simply, in my opinion, many people don't even know who their neighbors are.

Back, in the day, I know that my mother discussed enemas with at least one neighbor who was a nurse and that nurse often administered the enemas to me.

in my opinion, many people don't even know who their neighbors are.

That is very normal, especially if you live in an urban environment. Living in proximity to people who end up living nearby through a process of random chance, does not guarantee any degree of compatibility or affinity.

That is in fact one of the liberating aspects of urban living - you are not constrained by the nearness of people. You choose your friends not on the basis of proximity, but on affinity and shared interests. It's wonderful if they live nearby, but most don't of course.

I know I have posted before on this subject. My mom shared everything with family neighbors she still does to this day that's how things were done I will say did it add to embarrassment??? Yes but it also was how we grew up... My neighbors growing up are still friends of mine and honestly still bring up the old days and none of us are worse it adds to the relationship!!!!

Yes. It wasn’t somethings that was a secret.

Yes my mom discussed our enemas with the neighbor who turned out to become one of her best friends and if she was visiting would assist my mom administer them. From a kid’s perspective it was embarrassing but I also knew what sons and daughters got enemas too. My really embarrassing moment occurred when I was fourteen and our neighbor assisted my mom give me an enema. Yes that was embarrassing!

I didn't live with my mother, but I did live with my aunt. many times I heard her talking to both my Grandmother and a next door neighbor taking about my "potty problems" and her desires to help combat it with both her long suppositories and of course the enemas.

Soapy321 - certainly my parents discussed my bowel problems with other relatives (and at least once I've heard them discuss their granddaughter's suppositories/enemas - see elsewhere on this board). But my mother once casually admitted discussing it with both a pharmacist and a fellow customer in the shop, which alarmed me at the time.

And there was a time when I bonded with a neighbour over having to micro-manage our daughters' bowels.

Yes she did, it only added to my embarasment. I would often hear her talking with my aunt on the phone about how she was planning on giving me one the upcoming sat morning. The funny thing was aunt would often end up being there, i dont think it was by accident.

Yes she did, it only added to my embarasment. I would often hear her talking with my aunt on the phone about how she was planning on giving me one the upcoming sat morning. The funny thing was aunt would often end up being there, i dont think it was by accident.

@jamie1172 LMAO 😁

Mine did too. Growing up in the 50's, where enemas were common and there was nothing sexual implied about their use, and we didn't run to the doctor for trivial or minor ailments, Mom would discuss enema applications (solutions, etc.) with relatives, pharmacists, and even our doctor. I never gave it much thought, as other kids my age were getting the same treatment. We never really discussed it among ourselves, as we thought it was just a part of growing up.

Other than I’m sure she told my Dad, I don’t think she told anyone else.

Mine did too. Growing up in the 50's, where enemas were common and there was nothing sexual implied about their use

Yes she did, it only added to my embarasment. I would often hear her talking with my aunt on the phone about how she was planning on giving me one the upcoming sat morning. The funny thing was aunt would often end up being there, i dont think it was by accident.

Maybe there was nothing sexually implied about enemas, but there must have been some reason beyond the strictly medical that fascinated many people, aunts particularly it seems ... ha ha. I had my own experiences with an aunt who seemed to like being around at bath time or helping with giving me and my cousin suppositories prior to baths. It was volunteer work in a sense, but still something she seemed to be eager to pitch in with. There must have been some kind of satisfaction in it for her.

The aunts who raised me had kind of a different view of enemas. They saw they as something that not only solved a problem---like a little boy who wouldn't "go" when she should, but as a kind of "tonic." Giving a little boy an enema was a way of making a boy feel better and kind of pep him up. I know it sounds crazy today but this was fifty years ago and they were very old-fashioned. My aunt would often tell her friends about my "rectal problems" and how she treated them with enemas. It was no big deal to them and they all seemed to approve, at least that's how I remember it. It would be really embarrassing, all of them at the table and my aunt laughing and telling them how much work it was for her to keep her little boy "sweet and clean."

The topic was discussed with my aunt, who is a nurse and often took part in the administration of my enemas.

They tried to talk in private, but often I could overheard their conversation, which often ended with: "Please come over, meanwhile I'll prepare some warm chamomile tea and the bulb."

Enemas were seemingly one of my mother's favorite topics. She not only discussed them with family (her mother, sisters, and sisters-in-law), but also with a neighbor and other friends. When I was a boy, I tried to make myself scarce when the discussion turned to enemas. I found it embarrassing.

Before age 11, we lived in a small mill town in upstate new York. my mom and two of her best friends had been friends since childhood. one of the women, Grace, ended up having 10 children, dot had 4. both of them had less kids than that when this memory took place. grace and dot were having coffee at grace's house when they heard my mother coming up the stairs. I had been left there with her friends while mom shopped downtown.

Grace laughingly said to Dot, "wait till she hears about last night".

Dot laughed out loud and said, "she's going to be pissed!"

just then mom came in the door. both women were holding back their laughter and mom asked, "What?"

grace said, "we gave 10 enemas last night!"

instantly mom said, angerly, "Why didn't you call me?"

both women burst out laughing.

dot said, "I TOLD you she would be pissed!"

mom turned bright red with embarrassment and stammered, "I...I'm not pissed, I would have come down and helped if you had called."

"well, we had me and dot and ,mary was hear so we had plenty of help", grace explained.

of course, mom had to hear all the details. grace told her, "we did 4 of my kids then went across the street and gave enemas to dot's 3 then mary decided that her 3 boys needed enemas too so we went up to her house and took care of them. 10 enemas in all!" she stated proudly.

I remember grace looking right into MY eyes as she explained about giving the enemas. I guess the look on my face (and probably in my pants too but I don't remember specifically if I had an erection but I bet I did!) gave me away.

many times since then I have thought about that night. 3 women, going door to door, giving all of the kids enemas.

knowing grace, I bet anything that she was the one who suggested to mary that her boys needed enemas too. probably said, "we might as well do them too, while we are at it." although I don't know for sure, of course. I am also willing to bet that all 3 women went home to their husbands and had sex after enema time. everyone was probably horney by then. no wonder grace ended up with 10 kids.

I did notice that after my wife gave an enema to our daughter she would be soaked.

I am very interested in hearing about the experiences related by your mom's friends about giving enemas. details are important, of course.

This is something I think should definitely be kept private. It is just wrong to share information that only the administer and maybe the doctor/nurse for recommendations and ONLY for health purposes.

My mom would call our neighbor diane when i faked constipation as a teenager to get a ride to the drugstore to buy the enemas.

when i was 16 my mom went to the hospital for a week,diane was appointed my babysitter.

I called diane from school with a tummy ache,she picked me up and asked if i needed an enema on the way home.i shyly said yes ,she gave me an enema ,and mom never knew

Not only my Mom, but it seemed my entire family discussed enemas because it was the "Golden Age of Enemas" and it was typical in discussions back then. Whether the ladies were cooking, eating, talking on the phone or driving, enema discussions were commonplace. (How many enemas, how well the child or adult took it, whether it was soapy or not and how much soap and of course, the RESULTS.) I think the main objective of all enemas given were achieving good results! I remember an older Aunt (circa 1956) saying that she needed enemas for stress and would have my Grandmother and my other Aunts giving them to her frequently.

I suspect there is quite a difference of opinion between the younger crowd here and those of us who experienced that "Golden Age" of enema use.

When we were young there was no such thing as HIPPA. At least it was very obscure and information regarding medical treatments etc. was discussed much more openly in many settings.

Clerks could be overheard discussing enemas and suppositories with customers in many drug stores. Nurses and staff at the doctor's office were much less secretive and those discussions could occur from across the waiting area. In the hospital, wards were often occupied by multiple patients who were privy to the treatments in the next bed. Even with a curtain pulled, all were aware of enema administration in the next space.

It was no wonder that many moms, grandmas, aunts, and their prospective recipients discussed this impending treatment. Such things are pretty secret this day and age, but used to be fodder for discussion around the house and neighborhood.

I even overheard some guys discussing the enemas that one assisted in giving to his own elderly mother in dealing with an impaction. I was about ten and was waiting in the service bay to get paid for mowing the lawn at the local station. My presence didn't seem to interrupt the discussion.

I don't believe that our privacy, or level of embarrassment, was much of a concern in many circles back in those days. We just had to suck up our feelings and emotions and go with the flow, or risk a whoopin' of some degree. I think we all survived, but maybe picked up a bit of a kink along the way.

Kind of odd , but had a dream about this last night . Farmers wife , I lived with them 3 years , gave me many enemas when I had Migraines , but sometimes the enema bag and hose would be missing from back of bathroom door , and she would be gone in car , later bag would be back and wet when she returned .

During supper time she would report , " well I had to go give Mary , or Jean , or Grace an enema today" ,

Her 3 friends names were mentioned often . Some years later we had a frank discussion , during a visit , she wanted to know if I had used enema bag when I lived there , so I confessed ! Wish I had known then , you could have helped me out with mine .

, Opportunity missed !

So I know for sure that nozzle was going in my bottom and hers , plus those 3 others .

Back in the "olden days", before bloodborne pathogens and body fluids became significant health concerns, giving someone else an enema wasn't such a big deal. Using/sharing the family enema bag wasn't all that outrageous.

I recall my mom lending our enema bag to other family members as needed. Discussing my enemas, or anyone else's enema, wasn't that big of a deal either. It certainly caused a lot of blushing and snickering, but wasn't deemed to be unacceptable or necessarily TMI.

My older sister was much more inquisitive and would ask who was getting an enema if mom or grandma was carrying the enema bag or putting in a sack to deliver. She usually got a response. I didn't dare ask for fear that I would get one as well.

The one time that my mom intentionally shared some information regarding enemas for one of my sisters, was when she asked me to go and buy a new enema bag due to a failure of our old one. My story, Many Shades of Red, was developed and triggered by this event.

O Yes ! I will never forget that eventful day.I was in the living room with my Mother , Aunt ,Grandmother when my other Aunt brought her nurse friend over and discussed my problem when I heard these words from the nurse. He just needs a good cleaning out, I recommend you give him a ENEMA ! As they say the rest is history.

My mother can not remember, but instead she sometimes talked with her friends about the enemas that she had to do for my constipation. I became red in the face for embarrassment and they were smiling.

Oh yes! How well I remember when my Mother openly discussed with a neighbor lady friend of hers that she gave me enemas! The neighbor lady, "Helen" was several years younger then my Mother & curious about enemas. My Mom was explaining to her the overall process and benefits from them and she even offered to show Helen by having her observe while my Mom gave me an enema, OMG! I was 8 at the time and knew better then to ever disobey my parents so when I was taken into the bathroom I "endured" being placed across my Mother's lap and given an enema while "Ms Helen" observed and listened to my Mom's instructions. This was clearly an experience I would never forget & although there was absolutely nothing painful about it this was the first time I was ever partially nude (waist down) in front of another female.

My Mother explained in detail the importance of luke warm water, adding a bit of Epsom salts, carefully lubricating the nozzle, to always use a small one and to proceed very slowly when inserting it The "best part" so to speak for me was, being allowed me to relieve myself in private!! Again, not an event one would forget.................

I don't know how I never replied to this discussion before! Although for me it was suppositories rather than enemas, the number of posters here who experienced the same type of embarrassment and humiliation that I did as a result of their moms discussing their enemas with others is amazing. On thinking about it though, I guess that should not really come as a surprise considering how common it was for children to receive enemas and suppositories "back in the day" when those treatments were considered the normal way to deal with irregularity or constipation. It just wasn't of any importance to mothers in those days if their children became embarrassed or felt humiliated by hearing them discussing such matters with others. I don't think they ever even remotely realized however just how much of a psychological impact their discussions could have on us as we remembered back on what they said and how belittled we felt at the time!

To be honest I don't ever remember my mom discussing my suppositories outside the house but she more than made up for that inside the house by colluding and soliciting the assistance of our family maid, Kathleen, a young girl from Ireland who joined the family when she was just fifteen. Kathleen's role was basically to physically help my mom handle the situation due to my fierce resistance to having a suppository and so I have many memories of her prescence when I received my treatment. Just thinking about what this attractive young girl saw and must have been thinking when she assisted in my predicament as I bawled my eyes out is an incredible turn on even to this day!

Mine once told my 6th grade teacher about a tummy ache that kept me out of school one day, and the resulting enema cure-all. She did it in the grocery store with me present, as well as anyone else within earshot. I was seriously embarrassed!

Enemas where in vogue everyone was doing it at family get together the women talked about it and yes neighbors over the fence bags bulbs various nozzles equipment ect. And solutions as well everyone had equipment. Now it’s a bit underground and the good equipment is on the internet not the local drug store except for the cheapest vanilla stuff. Anyone trying to meet others who share klismaphilia are a challenge to find kind of like starting a conversation with a twenty something who is socially stunted due to their damn phone. It is a different era now. Really how many people you met for a session ?

I am sure she did. I remember one phone conversation probably with my aunt in which she said, " I really believe in those things." I was around four. Believe me I didn't. I remember another time when I was around 5 or 6. She was probbly discussing hw i hated them. I remember the other lady telling her how she gave her son enemas when he was asleep to avoid the uproar. Mom replied she would be afraid of my messing the bed up. Another time whe I was around 5 to 7 a neighbor was over. Mom was telling her how I hated them and it took 3 people to hold me. The neighbor repiked it was the same way with her son.