Enemas were once more of a woman's thing?

I have always believed from my personal experience and hearing shares from others on this subject that the ‘ enema ‘ was and has always been the purview of women . Our mothers , and their surrogates @ ’ enema time ’ … i.e. grandmothers , aunts and hospital nurses …. , were all women . Giving an enema was always in our home and the ‘ baby boomer generation ‘ I grew up in a ’ mom thing ‘ and our mothers handled that ’ task amazingly well for the most part . I have received a very few enemas from male nurses while hospitalized in the past but hands down prefer a caring woman give me a ‘ good ’ enema any day . Women , or those I have had enema experiences with , have been ever so caring , nurturing and empathetic when giving me an enema and yes ……. there is an ‘ intimacy ‘ involved here as well . A woman giving an enema to herself and / or others is just a ‘ natural ’ thing and I think was just another way she said in a very intimate way …. ‘ I love you ’ … . I have given a number of enemas to women of varying ages and stations in life with the same ’ TLC ‘ that has been shown to me over the years . For me personally , enemas have always been a ’ bonding experience ‘ with my female enema administrator to be long remembered and at times a shared ’ remember when ‘ experience when we met if the time and decorum for the conversation was right . I am very glad that my enema history has been that of a strong proclivity for my enemas to be that of ’ a woman thing ' .

Judy, an attractive middle aged woman, lives in a suburban townhouse subdivision with its typical two assigned parking spaces in front of her unit. It's New Years Eve and Judy, who incidentally has a healthy sexual appetite, is expecting to spend the evening with a special male friend. Anticipating an evening of intimacy, Judy begins getting ready when she becomes aware hat she is constipated.

So, how is Judy's condition related to the topic since constipation afflicts both men and women?

Consider the co-location of a woman's vagina and rectum. Imagine these intimate parts of Judy's anatomy to be two adjacent reserved parking spaces like those in front of Judy's townhouse. Using this analogy, this is Judy's predicament: Her lover is on his way. But there is a large, carelessly parked vehicle in Judy's space 1 (constipation). The offending vehicle has not only taken space 1 but is straddling the line between spaces compromising availability of space 2. To make matters worse, Judy's expected paramour is not driving a Mini Cooper but is driving a Yukon Denali. The vehicle in space 1 has to go. Judy calls Triple H.

Is Judy's anatomy, the adjacent location of vagina and rectum, a basis for supporting the “enemas are a woman's thing” point-of-view, or is the analogy above just the wild-assed fantasy of a sick klismo in need of an intervention?

That was a technique in 1950s potty training. get the child to poop at the same time. So they learned to associate the potty chair and pooping. suppositories or enemas wer used to establish this routine.

I'm not so sure that the practice disappeared. About 10 years ago one of the younger women in our office had a toddler and to potty train him administered PediaLax every morning. Not having any children ourselves, I had to look up PediaLax on the web.

Older daughter, in her early 30s, called yesterday to see how I’m doing. She knew this was the weekend that I was taking my monthly probiotics enema treatment for IBS. I’m good, I told her. No issues lately, I’m feeling fine. I asked harmlessly how she was doing. “I’m crampy and constipated, I just screamed at my boyfriend.”

I’m going to stop here. No one needs to know the rest of our mother-daughter conversation, except that I told her to put a warming pad on her belly, drink a gallon of lemon water, and if she was still tied up by bedtime, take an enema. (She knows how.) Then I told her to apologize to her boyfriend. Yes, this talk occurred in real time between mom (me) and my dear daughter. I can’t imagine that I would be talking to my sons, if I had any, about such matters. It is still a woman's thing.

Back when women wore tight corsets, it was necessary for them to have a poop BEFORE the corset went on in the morning.

Partly so she could stand it that tight and partly because the corset squished the bowels so small nothing could have passed through anyway.

@LisaK ahh the clyster. I had a girlfriend in France who took a mini-enema (Micro-Lax) every morning so she wouldn't have to go at work.

Most received their first enemas from their mothers, aunts, or grandmothers; I read next to nothing about fathers. Why was that?

In the past, the mother was the heart and soul of a family. The father earned the money, the mother took care of everything in the family. The classic distribution of roles.

From my own experience, enemas were used for many things, which in retrospect were not always bad; Enemas were helpful. They also exchanged ideas and talked about it.

Today, on the other hand, there is a fast pill for everything. It works and promises quick help. At that time, anyone who was about to have an intestinal examination was rinsed out with enemas beforehand. Today you swallow a large amount of a nasty liquid the day before, which cleans the entire digestive system.

In the case of digestive problems, constipation and fever, we still use enemas in addition to our eroticism.

My wife does not allow an insight into these things.

Men might be more open about that; at least in the worldwide anonymous network.

We have four large painted porcelain irrigators on the upper kitchen cabinets. Sometimes a friend of my wife comes to visit. She is a midwife.

Once she asked us if we would still use them. My wife's face turned red; I said with a grin "that's what they're made for". The girlfriend smiled at what I said, and said nothing😎

Women are more likely to act and remain silent, men are more made for talking 😎

An interesting question. When I was growing up, women were the ones who gave enemas. They were also the ones most apt to talk about enemas. My mom often engaged in conversations with my aunts, grandmothers, and women neighbors. Men seemed to steer clear of those conversations. So did we kids; it was embarrassing, especially when it was your enema they were talking about!

I got plenty of enemas growing up. My sister seemed to get them even more often than I did. I wonder if that's part of the “woman thing” as well.

I would say yes definitely. Enemas were a part of my own and others households growing up. There use was always centered around the women. They had the periodic health issues and the need to use an enema much more often than the men. They also mostly were in charge of there families health needs growing up. Enemas use may have significantly reduced over the years due to many other options available to women today. But for some of us who grew up having enemas, I feel that we understand the special benefits they provide when needed for many reasons.

I agree that enemas were once more of a woman’s thing… why? Well, most women when I was growing up in the 50’s and 60’s were stay at home Moms. They were the family care givers.. They usually, my mother included, had time to take care of their children and themselves and yes doctors during that era often would prescribe the use of enemas for their constipation problems. As for me, I, since being an infant had those same problems and Mama was instructed to give me enemas by our family doctor. I really began to enjoy my mother’s way of giving them to me… and often looked forward to her doing so. In fact. I would often fake being constipated just to get her to give them to me. That all changed when our family doctor retired due to health reasons and the new family doctor convinced her to stop using them herself as well as giving them to me… hence the change … that is prevalent today.

“Were enemas more of a woman’s thing?”

I think women are more open to talk about it. Men are too masochist to admit it. Something about not admitting they like anal stimulation. Homophobia.

Here is another one of those threads that has as much relevance today as it did over 10 years ago. Sometimes, I really enjoy going back to see if my own opinions or recollections have changed since I posted in #'s 10, 30, & 62. Certainly, other's opinions and observations strike home in many instances. After all, I'm one of those guys who grew up in a household where mom was the "Enema Queen" and grandma was the chief instigator of all things relating to BM's and toilet training. Times have certainly changed, but those of us who became hooked on this simple procedure and pleasure, may well thank our moms/women at some point, although the early resistance may not have been all that unusual.

The original poster spoke of living in a large apartment complex. I did as well until I was an adult. Privacy was at a premium at times and discussions relative to many otherwise private topics was commonplace. Mom was the resident manager and often consulted on various issues including how to handle illness and other personal issues. If she referred younger moms to a doctor, it was likely our pediatrician or the adult's family doctor. That being the case, it was also likely that most were also told, "just give him or her an enema" or "take an enema" and if it doesn't solve the problem make an appointment. Some even borrowed one of the enema bags from mom or grandma. Subsequent discussions relative to the effectiveness or struggles of enema use was not that secretive.

Because most dads were either busy at work, or on the road to make a living, moms dealt with the urgent needs and shared the outcomes. We kids often listened intently!

grew up in a household where mom was the "Enema Queen

Oh yes, same here - my mom loved her enemas!

Another "Enema Queen" mom here!

I think the Queen part is good because when it was enema time, mom was top of the totem pole. Numero Uno. She whose word must be obeyed.

Her role might have been Queen but it was Benevolent Queen. She did what she needed to do for the benefit of her subjects. Whether they liked it or not was pretty much irrelevant. Hers was the satisfaction of a must-be-done job well done. Bestowing good things upon family and friends even if unappreciated. Mother Knows Best!

Long Live The Queen

I feel that in the 50’s, when I came along, there were well defined family “territories” and in the era of strongly defined gender roles, the garage was dad’s and the house was moms, particularly the bathroom. She was pretty much in charge of not only the decor but also any activities that went on inside the the bathroom. Which meant that anything aside from the routine toilet, and bathing, was more than likely going to involve mom. This meant that if an enema was going to happen mom was going to be in charge. So, yes, I have to say that in my experience, enemas were definitely a “woman’s thing.”

Growing up in the late forties and fifties enemas were a female thing. Thats not to say, males didn’t receive enemas, because they did. Like my brother and I getting enemas for a number of different reasons, along with our sister. The funny thing was, mom hated getting enemas unlike her two younger sisters, who liked getting enemas as much we did. However, that didn’t stop her from giving us enemas for a variety of different reasons. Like constipation, being moody, not eating normally, at the first sign of a cold or the flu, to help us calm down when we really got upset about something, and on doctor's orders. For example: If mom called the doctor's office because of an illness, an enema was normally ordered. We also got enemas before our yearly doctor's appointment.

Our grandmother was a retired RN with three daughters and one son. And she was definitely a believer in enemas for both kids and adults alike. Mom was the oldest and her two sisters were the youngest of the four. By the time mom had me and my two siblings, her two sisters were just starting into double digits and grandma taught them how to care for us. Hence, we received enemas from grandma, mom, and moms two young sisters. When we were at grandmas, mom deferred our enemas to her mom (our grandmother) and her two younger sisters, but at home it was mom. We didn’t get enemas on a regular schedule, but we might as well have had. Because, if it wasn’t one thing, it was another. This continued until we were preteens, when our RN grandmother taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our personal responsibility.

Before grandma taught us personal hygiene, mom and her two sisters started letting our sister help give us enemas. It wasn’t until me and my brother bitched about it not being fair, that they started letting us do likewise. This started when I was around ten and continued until the summer grandma taught us personal hygiene.

As the mom of two daughters now grown, I always felt that one of my primary responsibilities was caring for their health needs. Certainly, my husband was there for support like treating skinned knees, but more personal hands-on care, especially of a female nature or giving an enema (actually, I gave many more to myself that I did to my family), these were always my domain. Daughters joked it was “mom’s enema bag” or “mom’s suppositories.” Anything that went up the butt belonged to me. Lol

The mom always was, and still is, the person who usually is "the doctor in the house". She is the one we went to with a skinned knee that needed a band-aid. And she was the one who attended to us when we did not feel well. And if the cure for a tummy ache was an enema, she was the one to give it to you. I also think that women in general are more prone to constipation than men, and, are more likely to use enemas for personal relief. That's what I have seen from personal experience and what I know of friends and relatives. These days, enemas are rarely used as the first level of cure for constipation (but they should be?) and I don't know who takes more enemas, men or women, because the reasons for the enema seem to have changed. They are not just for constipation these days.

Growing up giving seemed more a womans thing but myself and female sibling got a similar amount growing up.

As the mom of two daughters now grown, I always felt that one of my primary responsibilities was caring for their health needs. Certainly, my husband was there for support like treating skinned knees, but more personal hands-on care, especially of a female nature... it was “mom’s enema bag” or “mom’s suppositories.” Anything that went up the butt belonged to me. Lol

Whilst I'd say my wife was the primary giver of enemas it wasn't exclusive and certainly wasn't defined by parent gender. But who was on hand/free to give it. In fact I dare to say may have been 1st choice for a time.

There were never any male nurses in my childhood memories. Enemas have always been administered by women. In my case, it was not even a mother, but medical workers, very often young girls who did not even have children of their own yet. This was considered completely normal. My stepfather never entered the enema room, but my stepsisters were very often present and even helped.

Enemas i got growing up were from female nurses at hospital and my mother and auntys at homeso all from women at home mum insert soap up my bum first see if that worked if not soapy water enemas followed

My childhood was mostly shaped by mom in terms of nurturing and home care. It was she who determined when enemas were needed. Dad had nothing to do with it.

In the past, the distribution of roles was clearly regulated; Dad brought the money home, kitchen, kids and bedroom were moms kingdoms. As long as there were no problems, dad didn't interfere.

My child's intestines were filled exclusively by women's hands, by mom, by her best friend "Aunt Erika", by an older nurse and finally by the mother of one of my best buddies.

All of these women have unwittingly contributed to my current "perverted" attitude toward enemas and all that entails.

And today my red devil continues this tradition...

Generally true, per my limited experiences. I was born shortly before WW-2 was terminated and Japan had gotten what they asked for. Dad was a WW-2 casualty and mom doted on caring for him with all her heart. As their first born, i woke up with her administrations. Brother a couple years younger was not as healthy and had a lot of gas, griping cries. She had a way of getting the pain out of him with an up and down enema waters bag and hose. It looked like fun and it comforted him every time. So, between little brother and dad, i decided i was being neglected and inserted myself into her business, getting in the way, but also gaining a an intense understanding of what she was doing. "Let me! Let me." Eventually dad spoke up and authorized her to teach me and she exercised great patience in getting me to follow, but stay out of the way. Which meant i learned her every step and could sometimes be a little bit ahead and hand her something, like the jar of grease for the nozzle, very important!

After the farm failed by being more work than actually providing, they took us into town. I started high school, mom had family and friends from her high school days. They got jobs in town and mom worked with her mom in the packing sheds and canneries. I had a big Schwinn bicycle, i was so proud of and in the summer could go by and try to see her working. She would send me home, as not to allow me to loiter. But one day she sent me to an elderly friend of her's home to help for 35 cents an hour. They were happy to have a kid around and would give me the 35 cents, but i did not quit with the little help they needed, till finally somehow i slipped in the idea that one of them might need an enema. 35 cents? Well if you want to, but not if it is too much. But it wasn't too much and it allowed them to allow me to get more involved. With her, and him, i learned how to pet on them while they relaxed. Following their own ways, i picked up and did what they did, learning by example how to pleasure with an enema. She enjoyed taking me in and giving me the way, while talking and talking. She would have friends visit and her husband could get me away to another room for some exercises and another 35 cents.

@Cheryl77177 said,

These days, enemas are rarely used as the first level of cure for constipation (but they should be?) and I don't know who takes more enemas, men or women, because the reasons for the enema seem to have changed. They are not just for constipation these days.

Shortly after our RN grandmother taught my siblings and I personal hygiene as preteens. We started swapping enemas with each other out of convenience more than anything else because we had constipation issues. Mainly because we didn’t like using the bathroom at school and waited until we got home. We soon discovered the pleasurable side of enemas and started using them more for pleasure than we did for constipation. Once that happened, our constipation issues were taken care during the enemas we did for pleasure. That’s not to say, we didn’t do enemas for constipation, because we did occasionally when needed. Another reason we swapped enemas with each other was because we were three horny teenagers and used enemas as a relief.

Enemas were once more of a woman's thing?

Thinking about this question I posed back in Sept 2012 - I now feel that enemas were always more of a woman's things. That's the way it was in our home.

@Enough said,

I now feel that enemas were always more of a woman's things. That's the way it was in our home.

I can totally relate to that. When we were growing up our RN grandmother taught moms two younger sisters how to take care of us as preteens. They were giving the responsibility of taking care of our evening bath including enemas and the occasional spanking. Grandma was teaching her two youngest daughters the responsibilities of being a mother by taking care of us.

Then as we approached double digits, mom and our aunts slowly started letting our sister help whenever they gave us enemas. We didn’t mind our sister helping give us enemas, but it wasn’t fair she got to help, and we didn’t. So, we fussed about it, then they started letting my brother and I do likewise. Once we reached our preteens, grandma taught us personal hygiene and enemas became our responsibility.

@WannaJ

8 to 10 bags. Wow! How I would love to spend a day or two in your care.

When fountain syringes and combination bags were on display in neighborhood pharmacies, the photos and symbolism always had a feminine appeal. My husband knows how to give me an enema if needed — he learned from a wonderful nurse who cared for me at home when I was newly married — but I never would have sent him to a pharmacy to buy enema “equipment.” I always felt that was my responsibility.

Mom was an RN and always gave the five of us children enemas.

When I married in my mid-20s, I learned my new wife had an extra loop of colon and could easily get constipated. It became my job to administer her enemas, which I enjoyed very much.

I can only remember taking one enema to relieve my constipation. All the many others were for pleasure. Both my wife and I took pleasure enemas for relaxation and sexual pleasure.

I still gave her enemas for frequent constipation but those were strictly medicinal.

When we divorced, I took the enema bag and continued to enjoy my self administered enemas.

Now in my mid-30s, it was fairly easy to find a somewhat older woman to date who was generally familiar with enemas.

So enema play became something I enjoyed with a number of women I dated and boy could they give good enemas.

Realizing I had a medfit kink, I started looking for and finding women who were into medfit too. That has been going on for more than 30 years now, and I have given more than two dozen ladies enemas.

Long live the enema!

@Vicki_V When fountain syringes and combination bags were on display in neighborhood pharmacies, the photos and symbolism always had a feminine appeal.

Yes, so very true and it was because of that I felt so very embarrassed when purchasing these items. But the feelings I got were double edges - while I didn't like the feelings, I did like them....