Childhood Enema Conversations

I never had a single discussion about enemas with anyone until I was an adult. No childhood enema conversations for me.

Oh it came up. Not often, and mostly in the "various horrible things that can happen to you at the doctors/hospital" type context along with discussions of the hernia check and DRE. I kept rather quiet because I thought that I was the only one to actually get enemas.

I am pretty sure I asked everyone I knew growing up if they had ever gotten an enema, and I asked every woman I dated or had intimate conversation with, or there was an opportunity to talk about, if they ever received an enema.

As a preteen, considering it was still when Dr. Spock said they were beneficial under certain circumstances, almost everyone I asked had one. I would try to get all the details, and sometimes I got some pleasant surprises, stories of frequent enemas that were taken without objection.

One of my favorite conversations was a friend who never received an enema, but that his sister got them frequently and liked them. When I spoke to her she finally admitted to liking them a lot, but there was no way I could talk her into letting me give her one.

I couldn’t really complain, because I had a couple of playmates, like Marion, who I could give enemas to after school or in the summer months. In those innocent times boys and girls could be off on their bikes with the only caveat, be home in time for dinner. I still can’t believe we never got caught.

Another girl, late teens, who later found she had received them, but didn’t remember told about seeing a younger cousin get an enema, and how it had excited her. She said her mom and aunt had the girl on the table, and when they took the nozzle out she immediately released a stream that shot across the room. She said for some reason that turned her on, and she wanted to try one. So, as she was 18 and I was 20, I told her, if she wanted, I would give her an enema. Then, the “yes, I’d like to try it,” turned into a five year relationship with probably weekly enemas.

A lot of the childhood stories I was told didn’t go past, yes, I had one. But a couple were clearly kids that didn’t mind or enjoyed the experience.

One incident when I was in my 30’s, being asked by a video editor if I could help her get a cassette out of a video recordedr after it had gotten stuck. When I started working on the machine I said, “looks like I may have to give it an enema.” The surprise answer, “I could really get into that,” and proceeded to tell me how she got a lot of enemas as a child, and really liked them. So I made a full confession. we became occasional enemates. What was interesting, she didn’t realize she could give them to herself! I gave her equipment and taught her how to do them to herself, we did an occasional enema session, but what she told me, she was enjoying enemas so much she was doing enemas and masturbating in a frenzy, until she got comfortable with her sexuality and got into a routine.

I went to YMCA camp every summer for four weeks from the time I was eight until I was fifteen. The cabins were rudimentary, the latrine was some distance away and hardly private - I remember the toilet stalls actually lacked doors - and the food was big on bread, cheese, pasta, and cereal. So tummy upsets and constipation were common. Living in a small cabin with seven other pre-adolescent boys led to conversations about every lurid topic I can tell you! We knew which of the counselors were horndogs and were pursuing the few female staff at the camp; we knew which boys played with themselves after lights out; who was old enough to actually have orgasms - there were few secrets in our small fraternity.

The camp nurse was the school nurse from the local catholic school and her son was one of the boys in our cabin. Like me, he attended camp every year since his mother worked there forever. We all knew that if you spent the night in the infirmary that you would certainly have a date with Mrs. C's enema bag. Mrs. C's son always had the inside scoop about who got an enema since he visited his mom in the evening and morning, and whether they "took it like a man" or "whined like a baby." When the victim returned to the cabin after his night in the infirmary we would make poking gestures with our fingers and tease the poor kid. It was what kids did - knowing you would get teased if you had to visit Mrs. C!! There was no HIPPA secrecy in that camp! Enemas were never far from our conversations since everyone got them at home - it was life in the early 1960's!

Paul attended the catholic school where his mother worked, but we lived fairly close and played together frequently during the school year. He had great stories about camp when the boy's session was over and the camp switched to girls only. He moved into the infirmary with his mom and could hear everything that went on. He said the girls got more tummy aches than the boys since they didn't like pooping in the open stalls and his mother was always giving enemas! He could watch his mother fill the bag at the kitchen sink and carry it into the two-bed ward, which only had a curtain for a door. Boy the stories he could tell! He even knew the names of some of the girls and I knew them too! His stories led to many nights dreaming about girls I knew receiving enemas!

I worked at the same camp as kitchen help at sixteen. Mrs. C. was still the nurse and still tended to sick campers. At the end of season I helped close the camp by clearing cabins and cleaning the buildings. While helping clear the infirmary, Mrs. C was throwing out two or three rubber fountain syringes saying they were just about worn out after only one summer. WOW! To be camper again!

Growing up I had a male cousin who, for whatever reason, was on the receiving end of numerous enemas. I was a couple of years older and had received only two or three enemas, all of which were administered while I was seriously ill. He seemingly got them several times a week.

One day while I was visiting him we were swinging on the swing set in the back yard and somehow the subject of enemas came up. I admitted that I remembered very little about my enemas since in my fever induced state of consciousness it was nothing more than a blur. He remarked that he actually enjoyed getting them although he always kicked up a fuss because he thought that's what he was supposed to do. We talked about the big red bags that our mothers used, not knowing they were likely using them to douche. In our world, they could only be used for golly-whopping enemas!

As we got into our teens, we drifted apart and we never had any further conversations about enemas. But looking back, I fondly recall those oft chats about a subject that seemed so mysterious.

Deb

Can't remember just how old I was at the time nor what grade in school, maybe 4th .... there was a girl in my class who was a real tom-boy and she liked asking others about enemas they may have gotten. When I told her my parents gave me enemas whenever I was sick, she wanted all the details. She would also ask me and some of the other boys over to her house after school to play football in her large yard, and would challenge me to wrestle with her. The more I saw her the more I liked her, and I knew I was her favorite; but before anything more could take place her family moved out-of-state. Never-the-less, she left a lasting impression. Had she not moved away, I wonder what would have happened.. Perhaps just as well she did. I wonder how her life turned out, or if she's even still alive.. Be funny if she's a member of this site.. She had a very unusual first name that I'll kept private just in case.

My next door neighbor and best friend,he and I talked about our enemas all the time,we had a serious enema fetish in our pre teen years,we were always looking for “smooth”things to stick in each other’s butt,onetime out in the woods we discovered the “pokeweed”plant ,a soft fleshy plant with red berries,we would cut a stalk off and peel the skin back and it was very slick and gooey and it would slide into your butt like a well lubed enema nozzle,those were the best days!

The only enema conversation I ever recall was with a female friend in high school and it was very one-sided (she talked, I listened because I was afraid to give away my fondness for enemas). She was a "candy-striper" at a local nursing home. She was planning to become a nurse and so this job was what she did as preparatory work for her eventual career (she did go to nursing school and become an RN).

Karyn and I knew each other through all three years of high school and I may have met her have met her prior to high school through a neighbor who was good friends with her. We sat next to each other in homeroom and had numerous classes together. Karyn dressed "plainly" during high school in an era of miniskirts. Part of that was due to her being overweight and part of that had to do with her parents. She had a Roundish face but even with her relatively plain clothing, she was generously endowed with breasts that were best characterized as Cadillac bumper bullets. She was clearly fond of me and wanted more out of our friendship than what closeness we had in our intimate discussions. It was probably an opportunity lost that we didn't take our relationship to a different level for a longer period of time.

Anyway, she clearly loved her part-time job and the people she cared for. She was saddened when one of the people she knew in the nursing home died. But she was also fond of so many of the people she cared and would share funny stories about her geriatric patents. And more than once she told me about patients getting enemas due to their constipation. I remember that more than once she told me about older gentleman that were quite fond of her who got erections while taking enemas. I stayed silent on the subject knowing that I did, too.

It was only later, after we had graduated from high school, that she discovered my fondness for enemas. But that is another story and, perhaps, a missed opportunity for a lifetime enemate.

onetime out in the woods we discovered the “pokeweed”plant ,a soft fleshy plant with red berries,we would cut a stalk off and peel the skin back and it was very slick and gooey and it would slide into your butt like a well lubed enema nozzle,those were the best days!

Glad you came out of that OK. Pokeweed is quite toxic and a suspected carcinogen.

Fascinating topic, but though I grew up in the '50's I never remember discussing the topic with anyone. Weird, too, because I already had the fetish by the time I was a teen (& fantasized about giving enemas to girls,..), & REALLY wanted to discuss it, but it was completely inappropriate in my social circles.

In my childhood, I talked to my cousins ​​and friends from school about enemas. During puberty, I was ashamed to talk about it, even if someone talked about it. As an adult, I was amazed how my girlfriend told others about her enema.

@Lincster45

I am pretty sure I asked everyone I knew growing up if they had ever gotten an enema, and I asked every woman I dated or had an intimate conversation with, or there was an opportunity to talk about if they ever received an enema.

A lot of men have asked me very intimate questions (The most common of which is, of course, do you masturbate.) but I don't think that I have ever had one ask me if I ever had an enema or inquired about my enema habits other than my husband. When I was working, I had numerous courses and seminars on asking questions and probing. I am curious to learn how you lead into such questions regarding enema with the girls/women that you were seeing or dating. Lincster45, I have an enquiring mind and I want to know. lol!

Growing up in the 60's....I was exposed to an enema session quite by accident between my parents and quickly got the gist of what was happening.

As a young inquiring man, I read up on them in medical books and found that I could easily bring the subject up with girls I knew....some would go "eewww" and some would listen wide-eyed. I found that just being open and not being a big deal would let them comfortably open up if they were into them.

Mostly a girl back then was taught that anything anal was verboten and if you were open and easy with it, they jumped at the chance to talk.

Looking back it was amazing how prevalent enemas were back then compared to today. Very few younger nurses deal with enemas the way ones in their 50's and up do. A lot of women in their 50's and 60's quietly enjoy enemas either solo or when brought up in a sexual setting

@ddell2 "I am curious to learn how you lead into such questions regarding enema with the girls/women that you were seeing or dating."

The enjoyment of enemas, and the fact that I had a playmate, Janet, that enjoyed them too, is possibly the reason. Janet asked everybody in our circle of friends about enemas, so I thought nothing of it. After we moved to another town when I was in second grade I kept on asking.

Janet also talked a number of our friends into "poohing" while we watched, yes, I did that too, probably only until I was 10 or 11.

I didn't always have to ask, because it seems that when a couple of classmates went to the hospital for a procedure they came back with tales of the enemas they received.

As far as dates were concerned, there always seemed to be a point in conversation where I could ask the question, along with questions about menstruation... particularly after one date asked me to take her to the pharmacy to buy tampons, here mother didn't think virgins should use them... technically she was a virgin, even though my and her previous boyfriends fingers had done some exploring.

My first time in a hospital, in the 1970's, for a minor surgery that would be outpatient today, I was given an enema the night before, and another because things were not moving, and you didn't go home until you had a BM. With the nurse coming into my room and announcing I would be given an enema after visiting hours sparked some interesting conversion including one woman who said she wouldn't mind changing places with me! I could never follow up on that, her husband and my wife were in the room... and of course my wife knew how much I loved enemas.

Speaking of that, my late first wife was quite open about "dropping a load" as she called it. Being newly married It was quite a surprise when she came into bathroom while I was at the sink, and sat down and did her business... even more surprising her request to "come look at this, it goes all the way around the bowl." Of course it was easy to turn her on to enemas...

In my boyhood neighborhood (1959-62) with 9 to 12 year old boys--enema getting reports were common but always away from parental ears. A lot of embellishment went on. Fussing/crying and resistance tactics were minimalised and the recipient boy almost always got the enema bravely and never went “bawlbaby" getting any enema. It was a boyhood pride thing. Most of the heroics were blarney..

I attended an all boys school from age 12 on wards and if some one was going to hospital for say a tonsils operation they would ask about hospital just natural curiosity. The conversation would always get around to enemas before and after surgery which was no big deal as most of us had experienced getting enemas at home anyway. If some one said they didnt know what an enema was the others would laugh and describe in detail what they were in for. The prospective patient would get embarrassed but would be assured it happened to everyone. The toilet stalls at school didnt have doors and the boy going to hospital would be told he better get used to others seeing him with a bare bottom as he would probably have to sit on a bed pan after his enema.

Back when I was about 8 while taking a piss with my friend, I spotted their enema bulb on a shelf in the bathroom. I asked my friend if he was the one who got the enemas with it. He said sometimes, but his sister got them a lot more. As adolescent boys were prone to do, I would tease her about it. As I would walk by her I would whisper in her ear something like, “Mary likes enemas.” She would tell me to shut up. One time when nobody else could hear she said, “You seem to know a lot about them. I bet you like them more.” I was not going to admit that was probably true.

At the time she was just a skinny girl but a few years later she grew curves and I amused myself by imagining she was giving me an enema as I jacked off. Or, I stopped by to see my friend and she said, “I am home alone today. I was planning to give myself an enema. You can stay if you like.”

I remember a really good conversation that involved my whole class and even our teacher!

It took place in early 2000s when I was in elementary school (age 11 or 12 I guess). During some sport activities in our school one boy felt unwell (let's call him A.). He was immediatelly taken home by his parents and the whole class started gossiping. “He's going to have a surgery” - everyone in class was almost sure about diagnosis, but to our surprise A appeared on the first lesson next day.

“How do feel? Is everything OK?” - our teacher asked A. You have to know that this teacher was a very young woman, fresh after university. We had a very good contact with her. We were often able to pull her into small talk that took a significant part of lesson. So when A replied “Yes, they just gave me an enema at hospital” everyone bursted out laughing and we knew we had another topic for conversation with our favourite teacher 😈

The whole class kept on talking about enemas for quite a long, here are some parts that I still remember:

And me? I was just sitting, smiling and listening disbelieving my own ears 😃 back then I was already interested in enemas, remebered having one but still I was not brave enough to try myself 😃

I obviously had a very deprived childhood (I grew up in the '50s). I did receive a few enemas from mom over the years when sick, but not many, and certainly did not discuss them with anyone. My interest and love of anal play came much later in life, and now I am trying to make up for missed opportunities earlier.

My sisters and I used to tease each other about getting enemas - even though they were few and far between when we were young. When my older sister was in high school she had a few of her girl friends over. I don't know how it got started but she - and the others - joked about me getting or needing an enema. It was purely in fun, not making fun of me. We all laughed about it.

On another occasion when my sister was learning to water ski (she had a lot of trouble getting up) - she told a friend it was like getting a 50 yard enema.

When I was in 6th grade I overheard a conversation between two boys in my class. One of the boys said to another kid one time when I was sick my parents had to put a tube in my butt. They both laughed and one of the boys said the other boy would like it. More more more he said. It feels so great.. He said no that is sick. I sat there and said nothing but I knew what the boys were talking about. Enemas.

@zajondz in the 2000s in Poland most kids got enemas still? I was born in the wrong country I guess!

Another thread that originated more than 9 years ago. I hope the OP is still kickin' and enjoying some of those simple pleasures.

As a child, enemas were very common and a frequent topic of conversation amongst the adults, and we kids had our conversations as well. They were quite educational in many respects. In some cases, our conversations were the impetus for some scolding, or even a first hand demonstration, if the conversation included some teasing/hazing of our siblings or friends.

In one instance, several of us in the 5 or 6 year old range, were playing doctor/nurse on the patio of our apartment complex. We were simulating an enema on one of the kids.

Mom of the kid bent over to get the enema, saw us and opened a window and yelled at us to stop. We didn't have a bag or bulb, just a cereal box and string of rope.

As time went on, the same kid obviously talked with mom and dad. She also said she got enemas while sitting on the toilet. We found this unusual inasmuch as our mom's enema bag was always deployed while we were in the tub or on the bed.

Needless to say, I had to experiment later on. I would rate this option down my list of preferred positions.

My story “Reflections” covers a few memories from childhood to adolescense.

My siblings an I from an early age, had our private conversations after being put to bed in the evening. Our parents house size made these conversations really convenient, because we shared a bedroom into our mid to late teens. These conversations covered everything you could think of, then some. Boy/Girl parts, enemas, and what we overheard the adults talking about are just a few examples. As we grew older topics were added, dropped, or expanded. For example boy/girl parts got expanded, sexuality add, and spankings dropped. These conversations also included our closest friends when parents weren’t around.

@ debgurl

One day while I was visiting him we were swinging on the swing set in the back yard and somehow the subject of enemas came up. I admitted that I remembered very little about my enemas since in my fever induced state of consciousness it was nothing more than a blur. He remarked that he actually enjoyed getting them although he always kicked up a fuss because he thought that's what he was supposed to do. We talked about the big red bags that our mothers used, not knowing they were likely using them to douche. In our world, they could only be used for golly-whopping enemas!

As we got into our teens, we drifted apart and we never had any further conversations about enemas. But looking back, I fondly recall those oft chats about a subject that seemed so mysterious.

Deb

Deb, this post reminds me of “Young Frankenstein” and Madeline Kahn Singing “Oh Great mystery of life, at last, I have found you!”

@rtenesup

@zajondz in the 2000s in Poland most kids got enemas still? I was born in the wrong country I guess!

I’m not sure if anyone in my class got them regularily but I guess we all knew what they are and many of us had some experiences 😃

When I went to school (90s, early 00s) enemas were not very common anymore, but nevertheless I knew from a couple of classmates, that they received an enema.

In the 1959-62 timeframe it was amazing how fast “news travelled” when one of the boys in the neighborhood “got a enema” along with descriptive details that implied seeing it happen and the reaction(s) of the recipient. Usually it was a in person “telling” or you'd get a phone call that “Billy” or whoever got a enema that morning or the previous day. When a boy who perhaps acted like a bully in the neighborhood--got a enema..that was really sweet news…

I seem to be the opposite of many. I was very private about the enemas I was given. It was kept in our home and went no further.

I can remember talking to my aunt who was a nurse about my enemas when I was really young. All she would say is that they are so good for me and that they are needed.