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

I do remember when I was in first grade (about around 1966) I was at grammar school when I heard my aunt talking to my friend Joey mother and his mother said that she gave Joey an enema to help break his fever. Now my aunt was very into giving enemas to my cousin and I so she was very interested in the details of the enema. She said that as sick as Joey was, he fought the enema and had his father hold him down so she could administer the enema. I also was listening intently to the details. My aunt said she didn't know what the big deal was as she always gives us enemas and if we tried to resist, we would get a bare bottom spanking PLUS the enema. Anyway, as soon as she gave him the enema, his fever broke and was better in a day. I guess my aunt was right, ENEMAS do work!!!!!!

Anyway, as soon as she gave him the enema, his fever broke and was better in a day. I guess my aunt was right, ENEMAS do work!!!!!!

Killjoy alert -

And if you look you'll find someone who planted a tulip and then found that their son's fever broke soon after.

Not saying that there can't be benefits, just that one instance doesn't prove it.

Read a post elsewhere by a young woman who said her mother and aunts discussed such things frequently during family gatherings. Consequently all her aunts, uncles, and cousins knew that she has a little mole directly above her anus. How embarrassing.

I was not aware of mom discussing enemas with any of the neighbors, but it could have happened as enemas were more common in the time. I do remember a short discussion between mom and grandma when I was maybe ten or eleven. I must have complained of not feeling well and mom said she would attend to me in a minute, when she was done with whatever she was doing at the moment. Grandma was in the kitchen with us, and mom said something like, "I wonder at what age I should switch her from enemas to laxatives?" Grandma replied something like, "Why change anything?" "Just give her an enema and it is done, without waiting all day for something to happen." I have followed that advice all my life, because it works.

One vivid memory of mom discussing my enemas is from a family get-together with aunts and uncles and cousins. I was in the room when one aunt was relating that she had given my kindergarten-aged cousin an enema recently. My mother then added (to my horror) that she had resumed giving me weekly enemas, and that they seemed to be very effective in curbing my bed wetting. So in one sentence, mom had exposed my two biggest shames - an 11-year-old boy who still got regular enemas and wet his bed. That was not a good time for me.

BulbBoy25

Your mom may have discovered what has been discovered more recently by a doctor and is called the Modified O'Regan Protocol.

It involves giving the bed-wetting girl or boy nightly enemas. Check it out at the lin below

https://www.bedwettingandaccidents.com/single-post/2015/06/24/Introducing-MOP-The-Very-Best-Way-to-Resolve-Bedwetting-and-Accidents

The information below was copied from the web site link above.

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Modified O'Regan Protocol

"Dr. O’Regan, as you may know from "It’s No Accident", is the genius pediatric nephrologist (now retired) who, while hunting for a solution to his own son’s bedwetting back in the 1980s, made a groundbreaking discovery: Childhood toileting problems are caused by chronic and severe constipation.

It was also Dr. O’Regan who discovered that a three-month enema protocol will fix most cases of dysfunctional elimination by allowing the rectum to shrink back to size and regain its tone and sensation. His studies found the protocol successful for resolving bedwetting, pee accidents, poop accidents, and recurrent urinary tract infections.

All of Dr. O’Regan’s studies, conducted at a Montreal hospital, involved the same regimen: nightly enemas for one month, followed by enemas every other night for a month and enemas twice a week for a third month."

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There is a lot more on the web page about this and written by a doctor, so if anyone has a bed-wetting child, you should check into this. I wet the bed up until I was about 12 years old. Luckily my mother never said anything about it to me or punished me for it. She just washed the sheets and my pajamas and the bath towel I put down over the wet spot if I woke up in the middle of the night and discovered what I had done. I wish this protocol had been around back in the 1940s and 1950s when I was a kid and was wetting the bed. I know that I had a problem with constipation back then, too.

It did keep me from doing any sleepovers as a kid.

My stepmother once told a friend of hers all about an enema she had just given me. Her friend's son, about my age, was standing right there and he burst out laughing. My face must have turned beet red.

Parents and caregivers can be so stupidly thoughtless at times that it boggles my mind.

Unfortunately Yes. There were few secrets between my aunts and grandmothers especially when it came to child care. At least knowing that it was inevitable made it a little less embarrassing. My mom also had two close local friends whom she met/talked with a few times a week. They would have known within days.

Yes my mom would discuss my enemas with my grandma, aunt. Sometimes in front of other relatives such as my uncle, grandpa. It really would be embarrassing for me. But that is how it was back then in the old days!

It was the late sixties and my mom had entered the workforce for the first time, requiring my sister and I to go to daycare. The old lady that watched us and 7 other kids, seemed to always have something up my or the other kids butts. Rectal Temps, Enemas or suppositories and because she was alone, most of the time she had to have her eyes on us kids so we had eyes on her and the recipient. To the point of this thread. When the parents come to pick up their kids, including me they would get a detailed account of what happened. A few times other moms were there when the discussion happened. One time my mom was there during the chat about another kid and decided when we got home I’d get an enema. Good Times

There was never any mention of the enema my father gave me. Either because he was too embarrassed or it was just not a big thing. Enemas were for me private, secrete, naughty. I would have been horrified and humiliated if anyone knew I wanted an enema! Enemas were really not a thing as I grew up. I am still trying to figure out why that one enema was so important.

Neighbors helping mom, aunts helping mom, grandmothers, anyone who might happen to be around helping or giving kids enemas for mom . . . . . ridiculous.

The more I read this thread over the years, the more incredulous I am regarding how many people it takes to give someone an enema.

I am still trying to figure out why that one enema was so important.

@Patty10, maybe it was because you were a Daddy's Girl from the git go.

Neighbors helping mom, aunts helping mom, grandmothers, anyone who might happen to be around helping or giving kids enemas for mom . . . . . ridiculous.

The more I read this thread over the years, the more incredulous I am regarding how many people it takes to give someone an enema.

It takes just one person of course, but since it is a more or less socially accepted occasion for viewing the enema subject's nudity or intimate parts and causing some humiliation into the bargain, many people like nothing better than to get in on the action. All of those who were 'helping' out were essentially voyeurs ... but they sure had a good and acceptable excuse. And if it wasn't the voyeuristic/sexual angle, others probably liked exerting authority and being in on a humiliation scenario ...

The 'helping out' excuse, my ass. Hogwash. The others just liked to watch and participate ...

Humiliating for the child. How horrible. What kind of parenting is this? Some things should always be private, at least while the person in question is a minor.

I have posted before about my mum telling all the lady customers about my enemas. My late wife was just as open on the subject. I am well past the age of any embarrassment being asks by a neighbor lady who the enema worked last night.

Not only told neighbor ladies, but on more than one occassion, they watched!!

Not only told neighbor ladies, but on more than one occassion, they watched!!

I think most people are essentially and innately voyeurs. Had I had such opportunities I suppose I'd have accepted them as well.

If it were socially acceptable, I bet people would like to watch couples consummate their first coupling after marriage. Maybe even a few afterwards too ... ha ha

This thread reminds me of when I was a boy (maybe 8 yo) and my sister was about 5. Hearing that we were both ill and home from school one day, a lady neighbour across the road, whose grown-up son was actually a doctor, offered Mum (out of the blue) to give me an enema, and maybe my sister too (I'm not sure). Happily, Mum thanked her and turned down her offer. (Thanks Mum!) - Ken

Switchablesusie, I had a friend who the answer was two people needed. It was her mom and grandmother (who lived in the flat above). She didn't cooperate. So mom held her draped over the edge of the tub, while grandma actually gave her the enema. She also said this usually involved a strapping for not behaving. The time would have been in the 1950s.

It takes just one person of course, but since it is a more or less socially accepted occasion for viewing the enema subject's nudity or intimate parts and causing some humiliation into the bargain, many people like nothing better than to get in on the action. All of those who were 'helping' out were essentially voyeurs ... but they sure had a good and acceptable excuse.

I like what agracier said. From my own personal experience this help could have been solicited too and not volunteered. My mom had no hesitation in asking our maid for assistance with my suppositories and she eagerly complied. I did get the feeling that she really enjoyed the "mother's helper" role too. I remember one particular occasion when my mom had asked her to go outside and bring me in to the house for a suppository after I realized what was afoot and had refused to come in. As our maid came marching out and made a beeline towards me she had a big grin on her face because she knew exactly what my mom had planned for me up in her bedroom and was obviously taking great pleasure from the drama that was about to unfold. I have always wondered whether there could have been a voyeuristic or sexual angle in her seeing me undressed and placed in a humiliating position to have my private parts invaded against my will but I guess I’ll never know. It does make me hot though to think about what this attractive teenager saw and what was going through her mind.

I have always wondered whether there could have been a voyeuristic or sexual angle in her seeing me undressed and placed in a humiliating position to have my private parts invaded against my will .

Ten to one says that the maid most surely had that angle in her sweet little mind at the time ... ha ha

I had an aunt in Belgium and when I was young and on visits there, she would like to offer helping hands in giving me baths or suppositories, like it was the most normal thing in the world, like sharing a household chore. She herself had a son somewhat younger than me and we were sometimes given baths and stuff together. My aunt also had a sort of maid/household help, a very sweet lady who treated me and my cousin wonderfully well, but she was always in on the bathing and suppository giving in my aunt's household. She really seemed to enjoy it. It consisted of the ladies removing their outer clothing and giving us baths in their (voluminous) underwear. Done of course so as not to ruin their dress and blouse. But something that still resonates with me still.

My aunt's maid/household help also sometimes came to my parent's house to sit and watch over me and my siblings. A few times when this was in the evening I would go to take a bath and then she'd volunteer to help me out in the bathroom. There was a nice look on her face which even inexperienced me subconsciously knew was something lecherous/naughty and very eager, that she couldn't wait to get me in bathroom and help me undress and wash. Heavens how I was tempted and later fantasized about what might have happened. But, since it was at my parent's house, my snooping, tattle-tale, sneaky sister would have been sure to tell my parents first thing and I knew that would have spelled trouble. Especially since my sister was not known for adhering strictly to the truth. She was prone to embellish and exaggerate things or outright lie if it would get me into trouble. So I declined the offer to my regret, even now. She was a nice lady and probably knew what boys my age liked to have done to them in the bathroom ... ha ha.

Plus there was my issue with not being circumcised and my father making a big issue out of it. That meant that my aunt/grandmother checked me out to make sure my foreskin did not get infected, as my father was always so gleefully and gloomily predicting. I am sure my aunt's maid knew about this and would have cheerfully offered her opinion and a (detailed) look-see on my condition.

But missed opportunities and another one to chalk up to my tattle-tale sister, one of many things listed to her detriment ...

My mother was very discreet and private about our enema activities from my childhood through early adulthood . Our ' enema time ' was a special time and was ' our ' time alone . Did mom discuss at times her giving me an enema ??? The answer is yes to our family doctor and to the nursing staff at our local community hospital where I was confined a few times for medical issues . All the shared enema timelines were for my medical history at our doctor's office visits and for the admissions procedure at the hospital . I was present when my mom would share her administration activities and timeline . While I cannot confirm same I think that my both of my grandmothers were privy to the fact that an enema had been given as they were concerned about my health when I was sick . They , the grandmothers , just seemed to know and would sometimes comment on same when visiting . They both thought the enema treatment from mom was a good thing and when I was very young I do recall them assisting my mother in the procedure .

Discuss??? Hell, she used to ask the neighbor lady to come over and help her give me an enema. The neighbor lady would hold the bag. Don't know why she couldn't have just hung it on the damned towel bar. All the mothers in the neighborhood would, from time to time, mention that they gave one of their kids an enema. They did not have any shame discussing it. (the only shame was the kids)

Discuss??? Hell, she used to ask the neighbor lady to come over and help her give me an enema. The neighbor lady would hold the bag. Don't know why she couldn't have just hung it on the damned towel bar. All the mothers in the neighborhood would, from time to time, mention that they gave one of their kids an enema. They did not have any shame discussing it. (the only shame was the kids)

@bagaddict All the neighbor kids should've gotten all the mothers together and given them a group enema. Wouldn't that have been a sight? LMAO. 😁

Discuss??? Hell, she used to ask the neighbor lady to come over and help her give me an enema. The neighbor lady would hold the bag. Don't know why she couldn't have just hung it on the damned towel bar. )

I would hazard a guess that she hoped for reciprocity, that she'd be invited over to help administer an enema to someone else and - en passant - have a bit of voyeuristic fun or just something to talk about.

That seems to me to be a rationale behind neighbors asking for each others help with enemas. I let you help with my kid, you let me help with yours and we both have the pleasure of looking and making the kids squirm and blush.

My mom was from a large family including 3 sisters. Mom was a huge enema fan and I overheard her discuss enemas with a couple of her sisters at a Thanksgiving dinner one year. Naturally, I had to poke around aunt Florence's bathroom. Sure enough, her red bag with a large enema nozzle was drying on the bathroom door (still wet). Florence was the prettiest of the aunts so I fantasized about her giving me an enema. It never happened but it was most enjoyable anyway.

Yes my mother always thought it was totally fine to discuss the details of my enemas with her friends and it was sometimes very detailed discussion and very embarrassing. But she was the same talking about watching my medical exams, and my development, wet dreams, etc

No, never. Very professional RN nurse.