Childhood Enema Conversations

A few of my male friends and I discussed enemas back in the late 1960's and into the early 1970's.

Must have been about third or fourth grade, I remember a neighbor girl telling me about enemas her mother gave her. A similar event at our vacation cottage. Where are they now?

I grew up with several neighborhood playmates and we often talked about our enemas at home and sometimes played "doctor".

I had gotten many enemas as a kid, and into my teens and college years. My uncle was the enema giver as he lived with dad and me. I wrote before about my uncle’s good friend who lived very near, and also was into enemas with his boy who was about 5 years older than me. He and I, as kids do, often played “doctor” which included rectal temps and enemas.

On time, we had both been down at the lake where there was an apple orchard, and other fruit trees. As kids do, we had eaten our share of apples that were not ready to be eaten, and the result was really bad stomach aches for both of us. We were at my house, suffering from the effects of the apples, when my uncle came in to the room and said that Paul’s dad would be down very soon and that we would both be getting enemas because of our behavior eating those unripe apples!

It was not too long before Paul’s dad appeared with the family enema bag. We both knew we were in for some unpleasant and uncomfortable times very soon, as both my uncle and Paul’s dad went into the bathroom and of course, we could hear water running. Very soon we both received the command to go to my room, undress and wait there on the bed. When we got to my room, which had a double size bed, there were towels laid out on the bed, and once again the command came for “both of you get those clothes off and get on the bed!” We did, and my uncle and Paul’s dad entered each carrying a full enema bag and were treated to the sight of two naked boys lying on the bed. The command to “raise you legs and hold them up” was given to both of us, and there we were in position ready to receive an enema. The hat rack had also been moved into the room and was soon holding two very full enema bags. My uncle and Paul’s dad proceeded to lubricate our rectums, and we were both ready to receive the nozzle. It was kind of interesting, although embarrassing to hear both adults discussing how to give enemas to boys, and this discussion went on as though we were not even there! Soon the nozzle was implanted in both our rectums, and the enemas begun. This was certainly a new experience, and soon Paul was moaning and begging for it to be taken out of him. I, too, was getting full, but was not in as much distress as was my friend Paul!!

Soon the enema had been delivered in to us, and then came the waiting period before we could expel. Both of our tummys were massaged, and it is kind of hard to retain an enema while a rigorous massage is being done to one’s tummy! Soon it was time to expel, and Paul ran to the bathroom that was connected to my room, and I ran across the hall to the famly bathroom. What relief! After I was finished, and the results checked, I went back to the room to find Paul again on the bed, and two more enemas prepared! So both of us went through the process again, and again there was the sight of two boys, legs up high, with enema hoses in their bottoms! That must have been quite a sight!

After this enema, we both got one more, and then we were allowed to get dressed. Paul and his dad went home, and later that night before bed, I got one more enema.

When I saw Paul the next day, he told me that he got another enema before bedtime too, and another one in the morning!

We both decided right then and there not to eat unripe apples!

We both enjoyed enemas, although not to accompany very sore tummys!

I mentioned getting enemas to my best friend when we were 11 or 12 (I got them for a period when I was 4 or so over mom's knee with a white bulb syringe) and he had no idea what I was talking about. when I was growing up in the early 70's enemas were already going out of style in or northern Ohio area. I would have loved to have had more conversations about them. I knew my cousins got enemas just from overhearing my grandma mention it to my mom one time. I can tell you THAT really got my attention!

-MH

I wish

Most mentions of enemas between childhood friends was along the line of joking or complaining between siblings, such as, "Mary got an enema last night." "Shut up, Jimmy!!!" Nobody, including myself would admit to liking them. Ever. Even though my sister and I played around and gave ourselves and each other enemas in various circumstances there was never any discussion about them outside of the bathroom. No need to discuss. We were on the same page.

The only person other than my sister that knew I liked enemas was my best friend from down the street. She lived three houses down and for as long as I can remember we walked to and from school together. Our parents both worked so there was some time between getting out of school and when our parents got home. We were supposed to do our homework during that time, most times we did it together. One day in school I felt 'shitty' all day and decided I needed an enema. So as we got to my house I said I needed some time before we got together to do our homework. My friend quizzed me why and would not let it go so I admitted I was constipated and needed an enema. My friend said she had never had one but heard they were gross. She asked how long it would take. I told her about fifteen minutes. She said she would wait.

I expected her to watch TV or something but followed me right into the bathroom. I had nothing to hide, we had seen each other naked before, so I dropped my jeans and panties, ran some warm water in the sink and proceeded to give myself two or three bulbs before sitting on the toilet. As I did this she had a million questions. "Does it hurt?" What does it feel like?" "How often do you do this?" I said, "There is only one way for you to find out." "Try it." She asked what happens if you have an enema when you are not constipated. I told her, "Nothing, the water just comes back out. I showed her how to fill the bulb without getting a lot of air and handed it to her. She hesitated a bit but then dropped her pants and gave herself a good squirt. You should have seen her eyes! She was surprised that even though she was not constipated there still was a lot of poop coming out.

A couple of days later we had no homework and were trying to decide what to do. She said, "Can we do that enema thing?" I may have started something.

I posted this in another thread. It's the first post of the thread.

http://www.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;msg=33846;mark=ddell2

One day I was over visiting my best friend bext door and I noticed his little sister sitting in the den with a dour look on her face. He told me that she had to have an enema last night. He said his mother and grandmother had her in the bathtub naked on her hands and knees giving her the enema but she couldn't hold it and they kept starting over. She's really upset today because they told her she might need another one today.

His sister chimed in that she hated it having water put up her butt. And she asked me if I had ever had one. I told her I got them regularly. She asked me how my mother did them and I told her it was about the same as hers. My friend was teasing his sister about getting another enema and I think his mother heard him. She came into the den and told my friend to go get undressed and come th the bathroom because he probably needed an enema like his sister. He started to tear up. He told her he really didn't need an enema and it would hurt. She said nonsense. It doesn't hurt does it Bobby? I said no ma'am, I always feel better after.

My friend gave me dirty look and said well then you show me. I gave him back his dirty look and said, fine I will. His mother was trying not to laugh but said okay both of you go get undressed and come to the bathroom. We went to his room and undressed and reported to the bathroom in our underpants. His mom asked me to go first so I stepped out of my briefs and stepped into the bathtub and got in the knee chest position. She gave me the enema and I held it till I was told I could let it out.

She cleaned things up and refilled the bag and told my friend it was his turn. He took off his underwear and got in the tub like I did. He took the enema without much fuss and managed to hold it on his first try. I noticed his sister had been watching both of us but she got her turn. We got dressed and went back to the den in time to see her walking to the bathroom in her underpants.

One day I went to the park to play with my friends and they asked me where I had been the day before. I told them that I was sick and my mom gave me an enema. They all smiled and started making rude enema jokes. The discussion finally got around to everybody trading notes on how they got theirs and a few stories about siblings getting one. In the day, it was a common practice.

Like Robert said, back in the day enemas were pretty common practice, but nobody I knew would admit to liking them. Including me. When the jokes and teasing started about somebody getting an enema I just laughed and played along. No way would I admit I liked the feel of the warm water filling my little ass.

I find this puzzling because when I was a kid it was made very clear to us at an early age that any kind of talk about body parts and body functions, which at the time was exclusively about bottoms and the shit that comes out of them, was "rude" and not tolerated within or without the house. Except when it was adults talking about it - which of course was very often!

I certainly remember my sister and her friend being punished for some juvenile toilet talk that went in a "teasing about suppositories (or enemas?)" direction. No prizes for guessing the punishment. It's likely that the same thing happened to me but I've "forgotten" it or conflated it with another incident,

Growing up in Grandma's house, the four of us (Grandma, Mom, Sis and I all got enemas at least twice a week. In addition, we all took or were given daily laxatives, and the occasional suppository. These were discussed freely, with Mom and Grandma talking about things like a new laxative or suppository they wanted to try, or something they read or heard about formulas for enemas. As we got older, into mid teens, Sis and I were included. Sis has always been more into laxatives than I, and sometimes asked questions about them, or occasionally, told about a new one she heard about and wanted to try. Sis always enjoys cramps, and still takes several laxatives daily. Enemas were a frequent topic of discussion at the table, or as we watched TV. We talked about getting them, and as we reached puberty, how they felt, and what we wanted on our next enema session. Once they discovered that Sis & I were giving them to each other, they would ask us what we were doing, how it went, etc. Usually, we just talked about our sessions along with other family conversations. We were told not to discuss them away from home, and I never did. Sis did, however, with her best friend, who also got enemas from her mom. I was surprised one summer afternoon when her friend came over to visit Sis, and they asked me if she could give me one. I agreed, and soon all three of us were naked in the bathroom. Both of them gave to me and each other, and giggled at the "special" effect their enemas had on my cock. After that, the three of us talked often about what we were doing, and I was welcome at Rachel's house when her mom wasn't home. It was there that I learned why sis visited so often, and what they did. Our three-ways continued until Rachel married and moved away.

I find this puzzling because when I was a kid it was made very clear to us at an early age that any kind of talk about body parts and body functions, which at the time was exclusively about bottoms and the shit that comes out of them, was "rude" and not tolerated within or without the house. Except when it was adults talking about it - which of course was very often!

Which may have been the cause that in your family any kind of talk about body parts and body functions was forbidden to the children but the adults decided to have a right to do this?

As I stated before my first and only enema as a child was a disaster and I hated it. My sister got them all the time. My cousin got one and I am not sure if she got more than just the one while I was there. So I thought they were somewhat normal. I never heard any of my friends talk or even ask about them. But back then anything having to do with a butt was gross to me.

I can't remember ever having very many conversations with other kids about childhood enemas even though I grew up in an age when they were much more common than today.

I do remember asking one of my friends, while we were playing doctor, if he'd ever had an enema. He thought I had said Animal. 😄 I tried to explain it to him but he definitely didn't understand the concept. Unfortunately, we never had enough privacy for me to show him what they were all about.

When I was little not like to talk about enemas with my friends because I was very ashamed. In the bathroom of the house of my friend, I noticed a red bulb by enema. My friend looked at me and then both became red in the face and said nothing.

Oh How I remember when I was a kid . I lived next to my family doctor as a kid, and was friends with their one an only boy, he was a few years younger than me, anyway our mom's shared taking us to school each week. Well one morning we went into the house for his MOM to get ready .

As we all wentdown the hall to a TV room, there laying on the floor in front of the bathroom door was a red hot water bottle enema bag . I wondered if he got enemas. Any way one day we were playing and I happened to just ask him if he got enemas & he said yes he got enemas all the time with the enema bag I saw .

He told me his MOM would have him come into the bathroom naked an lay on the floor, she would have the enema bag full and ready for him . Then he said she would lube his butt hole up an stick the nozzle in an fill him with the soapy water . Then after his enema she would give him a bath an put him to bed .

I asked most all of the boys I knew about enemas, if they were given them, how much water, etc. I can still remember some of the stories. At that time, the late 40's and 50's everybody got enemas. I could not stop asking and imagining their enemas. It was already a fetish for me by the time I was 10 so this was really enjoyable. I even gave one of my friends an enema when he came to spend the night...around 12 years old.

Growing up we lived in a tiny three bedroom ranch house. My parents had the largest bedroom and my two sisters shared the second largest. Being the only boy, I had the smallest bedroom and when I say small there was barely enough room for a twin bed, dresser and student desk with chair. It was also located at the end of the hall next to the bathroom.

When my older sister went away to college it meant that my younger sister, Emily, had a bedroom all to herself, except when Carol came home for a weekend or a holiday. The exception to this was one time when Carol came home from school sick with some kind of bug. Mom decided that it would be a good idea that I move in with Emily for a couple of days since that would isolate Carol from the rest of us to some degree, but also since she was occasionally vomiting that my bedroom was closer to the bathroom. It sounded like a good idea, and besides Emily and I as siblings are pretty close.

This one night Emily and I had just gone to bed and could hear Carol moaning with discomfort. It was not long before mom went to check on her and we could hear that she was complaining of a stomach ache. Mom had a standard set of questions that would always begin with when did she last go to the bathroom. Emily had been woken also and in the dark asked, "Do you think mom is going to give Carol an enema?

You did not have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that the answer was yes. Moments later we could hear the linen closet down the hall opening and closing.

I said to Emily, "I bet she is. What do you think?"

"I agree. Mom knows how to give a good enema, doesn't she?"

I replied, "I guess, but I don't like getting one that much."

"Really? Why? I sort of like getting one. They make me feel really good." Emily had no sooner uttered those words when we heard mom back talking to Carol and telling her to lower her pajamas. Poor Carol, who was not an enthusiastic enema taker must have been feeling awful because there was no push back or whining. The next thing we heard was mom saying, "Take some nice deep breaths. This will have you feeling better in no time."

Emily and I were totally hushed as we listened to the events in the next bedroom. "Poor Carol," I finally commented.

"Poor Carol? I think she's lucky. I wish it was me getting that enema."

"What?" I asked. There was no immediate answer because we were again listening to the action. Carol had apparently taken the whole bag and mom told her to head to the bathroom. Moments later we could hear a door close and pretty much knew what Carol was soon doing.

"I think I would like to have a good enema. Tomorrow I'll ask mom if she'll give me one."

Actually, the next day Emily did get her enema and two days later Carol was feeling better and I got my bedroom back. Mom sure got her money's worth when she bought that combination syringe.

I remember being in the living room playing and hearing my mother tell my aunt that she would be busy that afternoon, because she had to give enemas. Although this was shocking for me, she was very casual about it. Waiting increased the fear factor.

When I was a kid you always admitted to and talk about spankings... spankings were like a badge of honor... but enemas were secret and embarrassing... and, if the other kids knew you got an enema they would laugh and make fun of you. I really did not get many enemas as a kid so I usually got to laugh...LOL

No..I never dared talk about them.

Not too often, as others have noted a spanking was something you bragged about (at least while young, not really after puberty), but some kids took the meaning of an enema incorrectly- as if your parent was trying to molest you with something. I don't think they really understood, but I did discuss it with a few other kids I knew that received them regularly.

A girl who lived across the street would tell me about her mother giving her enemas. We were in grade school and looking back I wonder how I knew what she was talking about. One vacation I found myself talking with another girl about enemas and a big one she had in a doctor's office. All this before we had any inkling about sex.

Yes ......... there were five of us , three girls another boy and myself to make the ' five ' , and we often discussed our moms

giving us our enemas . We were very open in our discussions . We were in the 5th grade which would have made us about 11 - 12 years old . After the 5th grade some of the girls and the other boy moved away so our little ' enema discussion club ' broke up . I am still amazed at how candid and open we were as to our discussions and some of these kids moms were very attractive and kindhearted as well . Our moms knew each other , some better than others , and could be seen chatting around town or to pick up their kid after school . I am amazed today looking back that far in my past that all of these ' good moms ' in the day were so efficient as to giving their families enemas . When one of us five kids was absent due to illness and upon our return to school we would meet and the question was always asked ........ well .... did you ' get one ' ( enema ) ???? but we knew the answer and were just waiting to hear the details of the treatment . Our girls were very candid as well and I did not know that ' girls ' received mom given enemas just like us boys did ............. I think that the girls did in fact receive more enemas but then the girls in our little group were 3 to 2 .

My mom and the lady next door talked every day on the phone and in person. If we got an enema or her daughters did they would discuss it for sure. If you were in the room you could find out who might have been a victim or would be soon. In the summer we had dinner together outside near the grill. My sister and I usually got ours during the day. Her girls got them at night we all played after dinner or rode our bikes many times the mother would say to one of them I want you to come inside in a half hour so don't ride to far away. In the beginning I just assumed they got in trouble or something. One day I asked one of the girls that was my age how come your sister can't ride to the playground and she said she had to get an enema that night. I thought to myself wow I would like to see that.

Do the sex talk thing. Answer their questions, show them how the equipment works, but you don't have to give them the full demo. Make sure their information is accurate - there's a lot online about how wonderful enemas are and how they can cure everything and it's a very good opportunity to start talking to kids about critical thinking.

My 2 cents is to answer their questions and leave it at that. Hopefully they didn't join zity while they were online.

FWIW by "sex talk thing" I mean you answer their questions and then as they ask more you answer them. You don't need to give them a full enema class.