Volume of childhood enemas

Mom always made 500 ml regardless of age

When I was 9, I had surgery and in those days, the night before, unknown to me, you got one! A very pretty young nurse came in with a bag full of water, which meant nothing to me at the time. In retrospect, it was probably a quart, which for a 9 year old was MORE than enough.

In the beginning, mother used a 4 ounce bulb. I started with a couple bulbs with a lot of soap suds. She increase as a grew maybe as many 5 by age 8. When I was 9 she switched at a bag but only filled it half way if that. Mother was a little bit of a con artist. By age 12, she had me priding myself on taking the whole 2 Quarts. At age 14, she got a new bag and all of a sudden I had little trouble taking the full bag. I couldn't understand why. One day when I was home alone, I grabbed a empty milk bottle began filling the bag with the milk bottle. Sure enough 2 bottles of water wouldn't fill the bag. The capacity of the new bag was 2 1/2 quarts not 2 quarts.

@ddell2 said,

Mother was a little bit of a con artist. By age 12, she had me priding myself on taking the whole 2 Quarts. At age 14, she got a new bag and all of a sudden I had little trouble taking the full bag. I couldn't understand why. One day when I was home alone, I grabbed a empty milk bottle began filling the bag with the milk bottle. Sure enough 2 bottles of water wouldn't fill the bag. The capacity of the new bag was 2 1/2 quarts not 2 quarts.

The same thing happened to me when I was a teenager, tho it was purely happenstance. My girlfriend and I started swapping enemas during her period each month and sometimes we did the enemas at my house and other times we did them at her house. When we did them at my house, I didn’t have any trouble. However, when we did them at her house, I had issues taking a full bag. After a couple of times, I got curious and checked the bag at home and found it held two quarts. But when I checked the bag at my girlfriend's house, I found it held 2 1/2 quarts.

I don't recall specific volumes when I was little but I am fairly certain I was taking full 2 qrt bag before teens.

My mother mixed water and ivory soap in the bathroom sink then filled the bag with a 8oz. cup 4 times which meant i got a 1 quart enema, that was plenty for me because after not going to poop for 4 or 5 days i was very full and it cleaned me out very good. i never got a clear water rinse after i had my poop call and never had any problems after that. this size enema were used on me from 8 to 12 years old.

Rick6981 said,The same thing happened to me when I was a teenager, tho it was purely happenstance.

@Rick6981 It's amazing that a half quart would make such a difference. I hope she wasn't taking easily and you weren't. I think that you have be basis of a cute story there. Since I have an enquiring mind, I want to hear it. LOL!

Should be quite impressive for me when taking a bag by myself at the age of 6-7. That might hold more than a quart and my ability to take in was almost the size of a bag. Really hard to tell at this point. There was also a yellow syringe around 1/3 quart and best my memories can tell that was 2 or 3 of those done at one time by myself.

I consider my entrance weird into enemas because so far I can remember no enemas were done to me in a childhood but an enema nozzle seemed to enter quite a specific area of human body by simple mind calculations. I do regret nobody was there to share ir talk about this experience in my early years. On the other half this particular strange tendency to medfet probably was just a tiny core memory amongst many others at that age.

I do know that at age 8, the night before my tonsillectomy, the doctor required I be given a 2 pint (a quart) soapy enema.

@ddell2 said,

It's amazing that a half quart would make such a difference. I hope she wasn't taking easily and you weren't.

It’s not that I couldn’t take the extra half a quart, I could, but I could tell the difference between the bag at home and the one at my girlfriend's house. My stomach would get a little tighter at her house, than it did at home. My grandmother (a retired RN) started giving me 3H enemas the year I turned nine. She increased the volume every couple of years until she reached three quarts, the summer I was fourteen. The biggest difference with the 3H enemas was, a 24-inch colon tube, rather than an adult rectal or douche nozzle. Making it easier to take and tolerate a larger enema volume. The funny thing was, even though my girlfriend and I were the same age. She was smaller than me and could tolerate more enema volume than I could and loved teasing me about it.

And I would also add that we have never used soap or salt, only clean water.

My early enemas were with a bulb. I don't remember mom giving me more than a few squirts, allowing me to tell her I was full at any time, but understanding that it would be repeated if it did not produce. When my sister and I played with the bulb giving ourselves and each other small enemas for fun they were only a squirt or two because we just liked the feeling of the insertion and the feel of the water going in. We were not doing it for effect.

My first bag enema at ten was probably a quart judging by the look of the bag. I felt full but it did not hurt which led me to start giving myself a bit more when I was playing. I started reading about enemas in home health books and learned that two quarts was a common volume for an adult. I could not take two quarts comfortably, maybe a quart and a half. I was an adult and married before I could routinely take two quarts. Even today I am not into big volumes and still consider a normal enema for me to be two quarts. I have had two and a half in me a few times, but that is my limit.

At 6 I received my first enema in a hospital prior to x-ray examination of my hips. The nurse used a white enamelled irrigation can of 1 litre. The first half of the irrigator content was given to another child lying beside me while I was watching the process unknown to me. Afterwards I got the second half, therefore 1/2 litre of that soapy solution.

At 9 I had to undergo circumcision due to phimosis. As usual in the 50-ties, I got an enema the evening before the operation from a full enema can, therefore 1 litre.

She was smaller than me and could tolerate more enema volume than I could and loved teasing me about it.

@Rick6981 I never had any enema play with boys as a child. Either I never had the opportunity and was not adventurous enough to initiate it. I did with my sister and a couple of her friends.

In fact, the only conversation regarding enemas that I ever had as a child with a boy was when I visited a cute football player who was hospitalized with an injury. He seemed to relish telling me the details of the enemas that the nurses were giving me. The nurses had giving him a series of enemas (Enemas until clear) to prepare him for a barium enema. He even asked me if I had ever had and enema. I retorted. "Everyone has had an enema at one time or another."

@ene1994 Was it always enough to free your bowels of constipation?

My first enema ever was actually a barium enema given when I was ten; I'm unsure of the amount, but I think it was well over a quart.

Later, when I was 15, I became constipated and was given soapsuds enemas for the first time. Those I remember well. They were each two quarts, given from a disposable, clear plastic enema bag with two packets of soap added. I still remember the water turning from clear to looking like milk as the soap was added and the enema bag mixed.

Not sure when my enemas from mom started, I would guess around 4. I do remember the white 4oz bulb and the multiple insertions, I believe I was around 7 when she started using a bag, it was a powder blue latex bag, I still remember that smell, as far as the volume went she always use a glass 2 qt pitcher that was clear and had different color bands around it. I remember she would fill it in the kitchen with water and soap, it was always white and cloudy. When using the bulb she just repeatedly filled the bulb from the pitcher and when the bag was used she poured about half the pitcher into the latex bag, not sure what the quality was I would guess a quart a so.

She stopped giving me enemas around 10 or so I believe because I would start to get an erection at the mention of getting an enema that became hard to hide

I remember this from being older and mom and dad were moving. I was helping pack she said you can go through that recipe box I know all the recipes from memory so I could take any of them I wanted. While going through the i saw aq card that said Ivory soap enema. I froze hoping she or my wife would not see it. I slid it in my pocket and read it later. It said the volume of soapy water changed at age 8 from 16 ounces of soapy water to 32 ounces . Included with the 16 ounces was followed with warm tap water 16 extra ounces. So It was a quart before 8 and 2 quarts after 8. I had seen her make them up for my sister and remember her adding the soapy water from a pyrex measuring c then adding water from the tap to the bag before

attaching The hose. I also remember Being in 3rd grade and it took a long time until the bag was empty. It was a lot harder to hold as well.

@efun42 lucky guy!

@ddell2 said,

I never had any enema play with boys as a child. Either I never had the opportunity and was not adventurous enough to initiate it. I did with my sister and a couple of her friends.

I have my sister to thank for swapping enemas with my girlfriend during her period every month. We were in a few classes together in school and did our homework at my house after school. One afternoon she wasn’t feeling well because she had started her period. In the fifties and sixties, it was common for doctors to advised doing enemas for relief of period cramps. Having seen the family enema bag hanging in our bathroom, she asked my sister if she wouldn’t mind giving her a couple of enemas. My sister had the same issues with her periods, so totally understood her problem and did as she requested. My siblings and I had been swapping enemas for some time, so my sister suggested that my girlfriend ask me to give her enemas next time she had issues. A month or two later, to my surprise, she did just that.

My stepmom Renee gave me the most memorable enemas. I complained of a bellyache one day, and admitted to not pooping in three days when she asked me about my last BM. She took me to the bathroom and got out a large green rubber bag with a white hose and douche nozzle. While she filled the bag with Ivory soap water, she told me to strip naked and kneel on the commode lid facing the wall. She hung the bag from the shower rod. It was bulging full and scary looking, probably slightly more than its 2 qt capacity. Renee calmly explained to me beforehand that she was going to put some warm soapy water up my bottom to make me poop so I’d feel better. She told me it wouldn’t hurt and to not be afraid, just hold still and be calm.

She slid the tapered douche tip up my rectum with a long slurping sound. It felt warm and kind of pleasant. She opened the clamp slowly and I felt the tepid solution creeping from my anus, around my left side and into my lower belly. I remained calm, taking in every second of this new experience. The window in the bathroom was up and the fresh breeze carried in the smell of newly cut grass from the neighbor’s yard. It mixed well with the scent of ivory water and warm vulcanized rubber of the bag.

I was starting to get really full and told Renee I couldn’t take much more. She said something like “Almost done sweetheart, you’ve taken this really well.” She had me stand up and turn around, slid the nozzle out of my butt so I could sit on the toilet and let it all explode out of me. The soap burned a little but the poop kept gushing out of me. Renee exclaimed “my goodness, you ought to feel a lot better now!” I did feel better. But Renee had refilled the bag after rinsing it out. She told me “honey we need to rinse that soap out of you, okay.”

I assumed the same position as before and waited for the gentle nudge of the nozzle, slid right in. This time the water was a little cooler. I took the whole bag with no trouble and pooped it out after sitting on the toilet for 30 minutes. Renee cleaned me out from tip to tail, pun intended. She never told my dad she gave me those enemas. It’s always been a happy little secret.

I don't have specific memories of enema volumes. I do know mom had three bulb syringes, and two of them, a two ounce and a three ounce (I know because the capacity was molded into the flat end of the bulb) and I'd get several insertions. The other, an 8 ounce bulb, was used by mom herself but not often for me. When she started to use the bag it must have been half a bag to start and then more until it was a full bag. Whatever was used to inject the enema, whatever volume it may have been, it always seemed huge to me! There were times a smacked bottom was necessary to convince me to, as she'd insist, "be a good boy and take it all."

I remember her saying it was the last bit of the enema that did the most good. By that she meant two smaller enemas were not as good as the same amount in a single enema and even there it would be the last 5% or 10% that was best.

My first enema was I was 4 years old, the year before I went to kindergarten. My mom put towels on our dining room table and I would climb up on a chair. My mom always completely filled the enema bag but I am unsure of the actual amount I took.

I can't honestly say how much mom gave me at 5 or 6, as it was with the red bulb and not sure of how full the bulb was. I do remember her strippingme naked, and seeing the bowl of Ivory soapsuds and hearing the sound of the bubbling and sucking sounds I also remember the churning of the soapy water filling my bottom, and needing to go.

As far as the bag, I didn't get one until I was around 10. Seeing this red bag with a hose hanging on the towel batr scared me. I was given until I pleaded that I was full and needed to go, then got a little more for good measure. Being a kid, who knows what I took, but always enjoyed the release as well as the feelings the enema produced.

I don’t really know how much volume my childhood enemas were but they weren’t that big compared to some I read about here. Mom gave me enemas with a bulb syringe which I estimate to have been about 6 ounces capacity. Knowing that a good squeeze of the bulb doesn’t usually empty it, I estimate about 4 ounces delivered per shot. I got anywhere from 1 to 4 shots. I was usually allowed to ask her to stop when I felt full. Sometimes she would encourage me to take 1 more while reminding me that if it didn’t produce a good poop, it would be repeated, with more.

I got my first enema with a bag syringe when I was 10. I took about half of the bag or about 1 quart that time. 1 quart is 32 ounces. 4 bulbs of maybe 4 ounces each squeeze is only 16 ounces, or about half of what my first bag enema was. No wonder I liked the bulb enemas mom gave me. Once I started to give myself enemas, mostly just for fun, I sometimes tried to give myself more and more since I read in a home health book that an adult enema was usually 2 quarts. It took numerous attempts before I could routinely take a full bag.

With it being a closed top red bag, it was nearly impossible to really know the exact volume. It always looked like a a lot in the bag to me, although it did seem to be a little more full looking as I got older.

I was born in 1997, in the post-Soviet era, and in the Soviet Union there was a cult of enemas, especially those large Soviet hot water bottles. And I think my parents and grandparents didn't care whether they were children or adults. They had a system without syringes, just large enemas. I was given two large enemas, which an adult couldn't withstand, groaning and writhing in pain. Imagine what it was like for a child... it was horrific.

The doctor would say, give him a quart. The enema bag was not filled9 capacity but I didn't know that. Later on in life I filled the bag all the way, it seemed huge, now I realize it was holding 2 quarts, bulging. Asi read this I'm holding 2 quarts, a comfortable amount, but it wants out.

I was the 2nd child of 4, so when I was feeling ignored, I’d sit on the toilet , and wait for my mom to find me there ; she ‘ed come in and sit on the edge of the tub we were almost knee to knee; perfect un interrupted high quality Mom time. Talk, whine , complain, about 6 y.o.stuff, eventually out would come the Red Bag, and I’d go over her bare thighs( she’d hike up her slip), For some of the most heavenly experiences then encountered. Later as I got older Mom would just leave the equipment hanging in the tub, and I quickly figured out self service.

My grandmother didn't use the bag until I was 8-9, maybe even 10. Before that she used a bulb, I don't know how big. She would put a towel on the foot of her bed near the small bathroom. It was 1 bulb, then a quick go. That was followed by 3-4 bulbs back to back and being made to hold it.