Volume of childhood enemas

I found out just recently that, in the late 1960s, when my mom was not but about 8 or 9 she was already getting 2-imperial quart enemas from a bag!! Can't imagine that!! Glad I didn't have to face it!!

I don't ever remember getting an enema from a bulb when I was young. Actually, I don't remember whether or not we had one. My earliest enema memories are from a standard 2 quart bag. I don't recall whether it was filled or not or whether I took the whole bag at once. The older I got, however, I know I received many 2 quart SSEs until mom stopped giving them to me around age 11 and I self administered after that.

Mom never used the bulb, always the bag. As I recall the bag looked less then 1/2 full until I hit around 7 or 8 . This was repeated twice. When I hit around ten the bag was filled to the top and also repeated twice. I always was placed on my back with a rolled towel under my hips.Enemas stopped when I was in 8th grade. I ws encouraged to give them to myself, but only did so in secret.

In our home we receive a weekly enema whether it was needed or not. I first remember the bulb while laying over my mother's lap, but it would be several fillings of the bulb before she would allow us to expel as I got older I remember getting partially filled 2 quart bag, by the time I was 12 or 13 I was getting the full bag. Now, when giving them to myself or receiving the gift of someone else giving me one, I usually take about four quarts.

We never had a bulb that I knew of. But we always had a two qt. enema bag. The deal was I had to take half of the bag of I'd get a second enema. Wasn't until my teens that I could regularly take the whole bag.

Our bag was the standard red 2 qt bag as I remember it. I'm guessing that my mother would give me anywhere from a pint or a little more. She would always ask me if I was doing OK, or I would let her know if I was starting to feel full or uncomfortable, and she would stop the flow for a little bit. I doubt at my young age (about 3 or 4 at that time), that I took any more than a quart at one time, before I would use the commode. Back then, warm Ivory SSE's were the norm, which is what I always received.

In the years that I can recall, my mother used the funnel, colon tube, and pitcher method to give my weekly enemas. I found a pitcher like the one she used at a flea market a few years ago and bought it. It held 2 qts. She always made me take the whole thing or I got enemas until I could hold it.

I would estimate it was somewhere around a quart.

At 8 or 9 years old, I was sneaking 2 quart enemas from moms Wearever Journey Gem bag every chance I got. I stayed with 2 quarts till I was out on my own, then experimented with larger volumes.

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I don't remember anything but the big old red enema bag that smelled of rubber that was a combo hot water, douche and enema bag, and the screw-in hose at the end of the big red enema bag.

It has to have been a 2 qt. bag. And it seems even as a small child it was about 1/2 full. I remember lots of cramps with my enemas as a child. I don't think my mother went too far, but all I can remember is about 1 qt. enemas, but I'm sure far far far less when younger. My mother had had some nurse-type training. She never would have done too much, but she sure gave a good one.

I don't recall any bulb type enemas at all. Just being spread with my one knee almost to my chin lying on a towel on a large rubber sheet with my asshole totally exposed to the world. And the big old red enema bag, the long red hose, the well greased black nozzle and the click of the shiny chrome hose clamp, and the start of the water flow and waiting for the cramps to begin. Our family doctor prescribed enemas for everything. That was the only time I got enemas. He sure prescribed a lot of them. I did not like them at all from my mother and I was very afraid of enemas, but on my own, that became another story of good times!

At around 5 or 6 I started doing enemas myself. Had found an old enema hose and nozzle I use to stick in the cold water faucet in a remote bathroom. They were good ones, but I had to work fast because eventually the water got too cold from the well! There was no hot/cold mixer valve, just separate hot and cold water faucets. It was a very old bathroom. Then, later, I use to remove the shower head from the old hose type sprayer on the red hose in the bathtub that one use to just stick over the combo water valve in the old claw type bathtubs. And up went the hose up my ass after I had carefully adjusted the water temperature. That, I could do when people were home as all would assume I was just taking a bath.

Then, around 10, I use to fill the big old red enema bag all the way up whenever alone in the house, so I know I was probably getting about 2 qts. maybe.

When I discovered jerking off about 10, I found I could hold more, it was part of my fun. The mild cramps felt good as I slowly stroked my super hard dick, and then came in the washbowl directly in front of the toilet

Then, in high school, I was filling it up twice, so I know I was getting probably almost 4 qts., probably 3 around 14 or so, maybe more, in front of the toilet, with a washcloth pressed against my ultra super horny asshole so I did not spray all over the bathroom. When I did them on my own, I could control the entire scene. I do know I use to fill that enema bag really full, so full I had trouble getting the hose connection screwed back into the bag. I always did it in the bathtub it was so messy, then I took the bag over to the toilet to the well worn brass enema hook. And it was high up on the wall, probably about 4 feet above the toilet. When really young I use to stand on the toilet lid to reach the hook.

I had some really good times, especially on those times when I might be home alone all day. I use to look forward to those times trying to hide my super hard hardon in my pants in anticipation of some good enemas by myself. My hardons like that use to start several days ahead of time when I first heard my parents and sisters would be away most of one day on the coming weekend. Good times!

I do recall being quite surprised as I grew older when I heard people speak of small enemas. I had always thought in my youth any enema was a total fill up with as much as one could safely take. I had no idea there was such a thing as small enemas.

As a note, I'm not a fan of huge volumes, mine have always been safe. Never have I over done it myself or had that done to me. I've always had a fear of something bursting, so I am always super careful. What has surprised me is sometimes I'm really hungry for an enema and can take a lot, other times just a little and I'm full. I don't think it's how much poop I might have in me, it seems more related to how tense I have been, I think.

I distinctly remember from 7 y.o. old it was 1 quart every Sunday. Then at 12 it changed to 2 quarts. One soapy, the other clear. And I continue with the same mix.

I got bulb enemas till I was five. It was usually many fillings, probably about four or five. I was going to have surgery at age five and that's when I was introduced to the red two quart bag with a black nozzle. The bag was filled till it bulged, I was apprehensive yet fascinated. I was on my back on the kitchen table, and told to take as much as I could, then allowed to go the bathroom. The process was repeated until the entire two quarts had been used. This became the norm. It wasn't until I became an adult that I could take a full two quarts in one filling.

On the changing table, as an infant, I got an infant bulb.

By grade-school, I got a quart at a time. I remember seeing (and smelling) the Ivory soap liquid in a clear glass milk bottle, perched on the back of the commode. Me over Mommie Dearest's lap, the fingers of one hand spreading my nether cheeks, the vaseline finger, and her saying: "Relax and it will not hurt so much." The soap burned. It hurt.

By late grade-school years it was the old red bag, full, soapy, hot, and bulging.

After that, I was on my own......

My enemas started at age 10. They were always delivered from a 2 quart bag. The house rule was that the enema was finished when the bag was empty. I didn't have to take it all in one filling. I'd take what I could and then expel. The nozzle would be reinserted and I'd take as much as I could then expel again. At first it took 3 or 4 tries to empty the bag. By age 12 I was finally able to empty the bag in one filling. By age 13 or 14 and sneaking my own enemas I could take more, but not quite 4 quarts.

I only remember being given bulb enemas as a child. I used the same 4oz bulb when I started giving myself enemas.

When I was 7 or 8 I got my first Dr. Prescribed, Mom administered 2 quart Ivory Soap enema. I was coached to take "just a little more" until I had taken it all and then told to retain it for 5 minutes or so as Mom rinsed and put away the bag. It was given to me while I was lying on the Bathroom floor on a plush bathmat covered by a towel. That began my weekly enemas administered by Mom until I was about 13. At about 10 or 11 I had my first enema induced orgasm and began giving myself two quart soapy enemas in order to recreate the orgasms, in between Mom's weekly enemas. She stopped at 13...I never stopped.

I remember my Mom being on the phone with the Doctor's office, when she got off the phone I saw a note written on the pad next to the phone, '1500 cc soapsuds enema 2x' it stayed there for the better part of the day and then remained on her dresser top until the enemas were performed.

When we are young we always seem to think that the enemas are so large and we can't wait for the procedure to be over with. For most of us we now realize that those enemas were not so large, but I think back and realized that every one of them that I had ever gotten sure worked as my mom had intended.

Like most peeps here, I also got my share of the bag BUT I really dont remember anything at all about how much I took.----Hard for me to believe that a kid of 5-6 years old knew that he took 1 quart or 2 quarts or more for that matter. What I took was only till I screamed bloody well and ran for the throne. I guess it could have been a pint or a gallon. Even as a teen, I never really paid attention to volumes until I read in a red cross nursing book about enema's.

It depends on the age and to start by giving only small amounts to a young kid. You can always repeat if the proper results are not obtained. I think a quart and a half of soapy water would seem excessive for someone only 6 or 7 but it depends on the person. I am not sure how much I got at that age but was told to try to take as much as I could from the hanging enema bag, because it would work better if I took a lot, but to tell my dad if it hurt and he would stop the flow. I took more as I got older and at age 14 managed to take 1.5 quarts and sometimes more.

I would say it all depends on the child. I would not expect much. But then again I only had one as a child at the age of 9. It didn't go good. I was fine with the nozzle and the start of the water flowing but as soon as the cramp hit I was gone on all fours. I took off out of the bathroom door and down the hall to our room. It was a mess. I am not sure how much went in me. My sister knew exactly what had happened.

I think Emoms view is closer to the mark than what most could accurately recollect---just sayin...Considering if one were to compare the average Human Growth Charts against body weight ratios then refer same to say recommended medical text or those classic"Mothers Guide" to home nursing section on Enemas...I know some may disagree & even my own judgement could be flawed because as I had begun to spurt up physically & received those first BIG Enemas from her 2 Quart Enamelware Irrigator one had no indication as to how much soapy water had been given....But by geez when it was done you knew it...whatever the quantity the purpose delivered & you didn't wait around to find out.....Prior to that at just under age 4&1/2 it was by way of a 1 Quart white douche can & I do remember that one.....even down to the slurping sound it made when held up to empty....it was a subtle gurgle,but in a quite room audible all the same.

I grew up in the late '50's early 60's, my childhood enemas increased in volume as I grew. Mom's over-the-knee bulb enema sessions increase from one (8 oz.) bulbfull to two (before I was allowed to release) around age 6. It seemed like just when I was becoming comfortable with her multiple 2-bulb sessions, she graduated me to the big family bag - the classic amber latex 2 quart fountain syringe with all those black bakelite nozzles. At first she filled the bag full and gave me about half, and then gave me a second filling with the rest. At about 8 or 9 I was taking enough of the bag that she would refill it for the second fill. By the time she allowed me to self-administer at around age 12 I could pretty much drain a full bag on the first fill.

As I posted earlier all my enemas as a child were given with the bulb syringe. My mother started out with a small 1 oz. syringe. At about 5 or 6 years old she started using a 4 oz. bulb syringe on me. I don't think she ever had a set amount of solution. She just mixed up the hot Ivory soapsuds in a very large bowl, so she would be sure she had enough to clean me out to her satisfaction, and began using the syringe on me. I think the amount she forced up into my bowels depended on the current situation, mainly how long I had been constipated. If it had only been a couple of days since I last went she would use the syringe on me about ten times. If it was longer than that, then I was in for a major syringing. Sometimes she would apply the syringe to my butt so many times that I would lose count. I think she had a natural instinct to know how much I could take without losing control. No matter how much I pleaded for her to stop she would continue to use the syringe on me until I had taken enough for her to be certain that I would be thoroughly cleaned out. Either way the amount of soapy water that filled my insides was always more than I wanted! Her enemas were always effective and got the desired results. As I remember there was always some soapy water left in the bowl as I sat on the toilet expelling my enema. After I was done, and she was satisfied that she had cleaned me out, I would watch her empty the bowl and fill it with plain hot water for my rinse enema. The amount given to rinse me out was usually about the same as the soapy enema I had just received. When she was done with me I can assure you I was absolutely clean on the inside. She was an expert with that syringe.

As a young child (before I was 6-7) I was given enemas from a four ounce bulb. The most i ever got was three bulb fulls, so at the maximum that would have been 12 ounces..Since each "squeeze" probably left a little in the bulb, I would say that I actually didn't get more than 10 to 11 ounces. Once i started getting enemas from a bag, I'm sure i felt that i was getting the whole (2 quart) bagful, given the time it took to empty and the cramping and fullness I usually felt. But thinking back on it now and putting it into perspective, I now realize my mom would slow the flow or clamp it when I started to complain too much of cramps or fullness. She usually insisted that i take the "whole bag" , but that didn't mean the bag was full, just the whole amount that was in the bag. As I envision a full bag nowadays, I think back and would guess that most of the time the enemas i got were from a bag that was just halfway full, so maybe around a quart. I only got a very few enemas in my teen years and i do remember those were from a pretty full bag.

The earliest I can remember were when I was in upper grade school and they probably were 2 qt soap solutions. Just one filling--no rinse. I suppose that I had them earlier, but I cannot remember them, though I do remember glycerine sticks being used.

hankb

I got my enemas over my mother's lap from a very young age. While I have no recollection of my first enema I remember in detail many others. They were all private, gentle, warm, and delivered with a red bulb syringe. I usually received 2 bulbfuls. I actually remember the day I "graduated" to 3 bulbfuls. After the age of 6 I was not given any more enemas.

Let's see, as a younger kid it was one adult fleet's size milk and molasses enema every week whether needed or not up until about age 8. At age 8 it turned into 2 of them up until they stopped at age 11. Then at around 13 I discovered the joys of the red rubber bag. Nowadays I usually take anywhere from 4 to 5 quarts per sitting.

It seems that every account of nurse given hospital enemas state that the nurses gave the full amount that was prepared,regardless of discomfort and urgency,and the volume of the enemas were always larger than moms home version. on another site, quite a few women posted that in the labor room, the nurses refilled the enema can after it emptied, and made the expectant mothers take the full amount even when they thought they couldn't .so, maybe, mothers knew how much theyre kids could take,even though their kids wanted to stop.I believe real enemas have to be given to you,as most people stop when the discomfort gets strong,and there's more in the bag...I know I do....

I just remember that, when I was called in to the bathroom, I saw the partially-filled bag hanging from the medicine cabinet door, and, being only five or so, when I had to lie over her lap to receive, a minute or so after the "click" sounded, I was squirming and complaining that it was too much enema water, and that it was hurting, etc. No matter, I still got it all!