Volume of childhood enemas

When i was five I lived with my foster aunt and uncle (was there until I turned 17) and I got my first enema the day after I arrived.

Don't know how big it was but she had a bowl of soapy water (VERY warm), probably about a pint and using a Higginson Syringe pumped the whole lot into my bowels. I know that I cried and made a real fuss but (as I soon found out) it was not her way to stop until I had taken ALL the water. This was just the beginning of her "attention to my bowels". Soon the quantity increased. She always the one who decided how big my enema would be and it was not finished until the bowl was empty.

When I was little mom or grandma made me enema half-liter bag. Growing up I was made enema with a liter or a liter and a half. At about sixteen made me enemas a liter and a half to more than two liters. Even as an adult never exceeded two liters, however, success in a day between morning and evening have made two two-liter. I'm not sure, but I think never used light bulb, only vaginal pouch and straw because it did not go out of my anus and not get wet the bed ....

As a child, I received enemas from our standard 2 qt red bag, but my mother never gave me that quantity all at once. They were warm Ivory SSE's. She would tell me to let her know when to stop the flow if they became uncomfortable, and then, when I felt I couldn't take any more, she would let me get up and get on the toilet to expel what I had been given up to that point. My guess is that I probably never received much more than a pint, or perhaps a little more before I was allowed to expel. As I've said in the past, my childhood enemas were never uncomfortable, and of course were never given for punishment, but only as the "cure all" for whatever ailed me at the time......which is why I probably still enjoy them today.

At 4 years bulb 2 pears 300ml, at 8-9 years enema 1 / 1.5l. At 10 years he started with enema bulb 2l and olive oil 200ml.

By the time I was 13 years old and in 7th grade I could take a full 2 quart bag and hold it for at least 10 minutes. My mother worked me up to that point gradually over the years. She was careful to press my limits but never over did it.

The bag always looked full but I know that it was not ..

I can only recall my mother giving me an enema from a rubber bag though I did find an old ' infant rectal syringe bulb ' way back in the recesses of our bathroom closet . The ' bulb ' was still in a cardboard container and I am certain mom used the small ' bulb syringe ' on me when I was an infant and / or a small ' toddler ' but I do not recall her use of bulb for an enema . Back to the observed volume of the childhood enema bag , mom started me off with slightly less than ' half a bag ' and by the time I was in my teen years I could , almost , comfortably take a full two quart bag of her enema solution or a plain water ' rinse ' enema . As to the ' childhood less that a quart volume ' so referenced mom gave the enema ever so slowly with the ' click ' of the enema syringe hose silver clamp to stop the flow . My mother was always great to talk to me all the way through the enema which was comforting as well .

For the early bulb enemas I really do not know, I do remeber several refills of the 4 ounce bulb though. The transition to the bag was an ordeal for me, the new equipment was frightening, and the volume was much increased. I cannot say how much I was given, but the cramps and distended tummy were much more than I had experienced from the bulb. I was terrified by the large bulging red bag, and I know moms goal was to use as much as she deemed necessary to get the job done. On a guess, I would say the enemas from the bag were started at between 1 and 2 pints. One of my vivid memories is that the bag was always full, and later if it had not immediately been taken down and emptied, I would look at it and later even get up the courage to touch it. It was sometimes still warm and and had a distinct odor which much later I learned was the rubber. It was truly frightening to approach this apparatus, but I was still drawn to it. The volume increased over time, and like others here I always wanted the enema to stop long before it did.

I only had a couple of enemas when I was a youngster. First time I remember being held down and Mom working the nozzle into me as I cried and resisted. Have no clue as to the quantity. 2nd one I had some sort of bowel problem and was sitting in the tub with the nozzle inside me. Again, no idea how much. By the time I was 14 or 15 I'd self administer when the folks were away, always whatever the bag would hold, several times.

My first girlfriend got hers from her Mom, sitting on the toilet (she told me, lots of soap, lots of water, lots of crying and begging. She didn't know how much, only that it was too much. We did some anal sex (early form of birth control), and I suggested that I give her enemas prior. She flatly refused, saying that every memory of enemas was bad--burning from the soap, feeling like she was going to explode, etc.

One evening we were going on a date, and she met me at the doror, and said, "looks like you're going to get your wish." I had no idea what she meant but then she said "Old Geflushinus!" I still didn't get it (DENSE 16 year old), so she finally said, "What you wanted to do to me!" Finally it registered. So we planned for that evening (she was in a fair amount of constipated distress), and went to her house while her parents had their bowling nite. I filled her Mom's open top bag, stuck the rectal nozzle on, told her to get "bottoms up," lubed up the enema nozzle, stuck it into her, and started to fill her. She wasn't wiling to take much (afraid of the water), but it got things started and she was able to "go." After that I gave her quite few enemas, in the process getting completely hooked on giving; I used to give them to her at the beginning of her periods. They helped a lot with her cramps and kept her from getting constipated when she was iin her period. I DID give her one full bag enema. I proposed an enema to her after sex one day, and as we started, I told her, "this is going to be different." You have to take the entire bag." I was already pretty Dom, and she a natural sub, so she agreed, with some quiet complaint. I put her on her back naked with her knees drawn up to her chest, lubed her up with vaseline, and slid the douche nozzle into her. The water flowed right into her with only a little complaining, she got right up and emptied--which was when learned that I loved the sound of water and feces pouring out--the splashing and groaning as she expelled. I don't have a scat fetish, but I want to hear results. I' ve stayed in the bathroom with my enema partners while they expel ever since. Her comment was, after she was empty and had rinsed herself off..."I guess if you know it's all going in no matter what, it all goes in..." The comment was about the fact that she'd resisted "taking the full bag" from me for so long in the belief that it was too much, but the truth was that it went right in. I have remembered that comment from that day till now, and I almost always do give a full two quarts, even to inexperienced receivers. I may do a prep enema of half a bag, but most of the time I give a full bag, followed by another to make certain she's clean. An enema is cathartic in more ways than one--it cleanses the body, re-establishes the proper pecking order, and adjusts the atttitude. I also love to receive (still Dom when I do, no matter the publicity), but that's another story...

Somewhere between a cup and a pint. Probably varied depending on age. I was very anti-enema at the time (3-6) and so was paying more attention to ways to get out of it than how much water was in the bucket.

I don't know how old I was, probably in third grade, was sent home by the school nurse. My mother would put me to bed, in her bed, that way she could watch me during the day. I remember her on the phone with the doctor, and somehow, I would overhear, give him say, give him a bag, but I also remember, give him a quart. Years later, I began experimenting, the enema bag was hanging in the shower, I filled it, wow, I'd never seen it that big before, it was probably two quarts. The memories -

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The first red rubber bulb that mom hit me with was probably a 4 oz bulb. As a rule, mom would squeezed between 4 and 6 bulb fillings into my butt for an enema.

At about 6 years old, an approximately 6 oz two-piece with a black bakelite nozzle was used. I had the impression that mom had to fight less with me now that I had the same amount in my colon with around four fillings.

Whatever the reason, it didn't take long until 5 or 6 bulbs were injected. I could barely handle five, but a sixth was a fight with mom. When I asked “why so much?” usually came: "We need that now..."

The next device was a 1-qt enamel irrigator. I found hanging on this to be a completely different house number... From around the age of seven I was ready for it. 1qt in one go was terror... but I should have learned in the meantime that the more resistance, the tougher Mom became.

It didn't take long for a 2-qt rubber bag to bolster mom's household. She had to love it, as often as it was used. She could manage the volume of solutions as she pleased. When I was about 11 or 12 I had to take the first full bag; it was a punishment...

...oh, what I wouldn't give to be able to experience these times again from today's perspective...🤗😛😎

The first I REMEMBER was at 5 YO from nurse in hospital for tonsillectomy, I don't know nor could I guess the volume as she used a can but even though I was terrified when inserted, after it was over I was hooked. I remember telling my sister (Tess, 2 years older) about it and she explained the little that she knew about it, she told me I got them when I was younger but mom used the little "squeeze thing" giving me 3 or 4 squirts. The first I remembered at home was the bag I was told it's only one pint, which was burned in my memory. I was 6 by then not yet understanding measures. Tess told me that mom was already using the one with the hose on her by then. She did ask if I liked it sharing that she likes it. Not long after that we moved to our grandparents farm and that gave us opportunities to explore and share our hobby. I do know that by the time I was 8 both Tess & I were getting a full quart. Keep the water flowing!!!

Funny how other's experiences bring back memories, that's why I'm.........LostInThe50s!

The first red rubber bulb that mom hit me with was probably a 4 oz bulb. As a rule, mom would squeezed between 4 and 6 bulb fillings into my butt for an enema.

At about 6 years old, an approximately 6 oz two-piece with a black bakelite nozzle was used. I had the impression that mom had to fight less with me now that I had the same amount in my colon with around four fillings.

Whatever the reason, it didn't take long until 5 or 6 bulbs were injected. I could barely handle five, but a sixth was a fight with mom. When I asked “why so much?” usually came: "We need that now..."

The next device was a 1-qt enamel irrigator. I found hanging on this to be a completely different house number... From around the age of seven I was ready for it. 1qt in one go was terror... but I should have learned in the meantime that the more resistance, the tougher Mom became.

It didn't take long for a 2-qt rubber bag to bolster mom's household. She had to love it, as often as it was used. She could manage the volume of solutions as she pleased. When I was about 11 or 12 I had to take the first full bag; it was a punishment...

Be proud about your wife and your relashionship !! - shut your eyes and think about mom's enemas, and enjoy all o these memorials !!

...oh, what I wouldn't give to be able to experience these times again from today's perspective...🤗😛😎

At age six I swallowed a screw. I was rushed to the doctor's office after I admitted the crime to my mother. I was x-rayed and put on a horrible diet which was thought to help pass the screw. I also had to have soapsuds enemas followed by a rinse enema morning and evening until the screw passed. I had to use a baby potty chair so the results could be checked for the screw.

Since my mother kept meticulous records I have the original treatment slip and doctor's bill ($7 for the office visit, $20 for the x-ray) and I know the prescribed soapsuds enema was two pints. Helluva lot for a six year old!

My mother gave me frequent enemas growing up, but never a full bag - I would guess between half full to two-thirds full as I grew. Then, just after I turned twelve, her sisters told her I was old enough and big enough for a full bag enema since they had started their own children at that age. From the point on, until I was seventeen and experienced the last enemas from my mother it was always a full bag of soapsuds followed by a two-quart tap water rinse enema. If you could not take it all - no problem - -you used the toilet, the bag was refilled and you started over.

That was the way it was in the olden days!

Weekly enemas were routine when I was growing up. I don't remember ever getting a bulb enema. It was always the red bag with warm soapy water. I don't remember the volume in earlier years but I got full 2 quart enemas by age 10. I could cry and protest all I wanted but I always knew I was going to have to take the full 2 quarts.

By the time I was 14 my dad had me with the two quart red bag. Where to keep going every time until I took the whole bag. So sometimes it was three or four sessions.

When he would use the colon tube, he would do the 2 quarts and then another 2 quarts.

When my siblings and I were growing up we got enemas when needed from mom, grandma and our two young teenage aunts. Mom gave us enemas laying across our bed together and she gave each of us a third of the two-quart bag. Grandma on the other hand, gave us enemas in private and we received a quart each. It was the same with our teenage aunts, once grandma gave them the job of doing our evening bath along with occasionally enemas. The only difference being, like mom, the girls gave us enemas and a bath in grandmas large downstairs bathroom together. As we got older, started around age eight, the amount we received increased until by age ten we were taking a full two quarts for both the soapy and rinse enema.

The medical books of the day (50's & 60's) suggested enema volumes based on age as well as weight at times. I usually got about a pint until I was around age 6. That increased as I got older and grew substantially. Eventually, a quart was most likely. My first 2 quarts was self administered at age 11 as I had read that the usual capacity of the typical enema/douche bag was 2 quarts. It was quite a challenge and kept me returning to the toilet for hours. At the hospital, the 1500 ml bag was nearly full and the 3 pints was also a challenge as a teen.

My mom liked to keep the volume turned down so she didn't bother the neighbors... oh, wait...😁

As a child, I was given a quart in my mothers amber latex folding enema bag. When I started experimenting with it in the shower, I filled it up all the way, it was scary as to how big it got. Yep, the Dr. told my mother, "give him a quart." the hoseman

As a child, my view on enemas was: Too hot, too soapy, too long, too much, and way too often!

Being on the every three day schedule as far back as I can remember, mom filled the 2 quart red open top about half to 3/4 full of pretty warm tap water. If I couldn’t take the whole bag it was repeated. By the time I was around 10 it was always a full bag to the top. I still can remember it sloshing over the top while she hung it on the hook on the back of the bathroom door. I definitely remember a couple of 2 quarts in a row at the doctor’s office as a child during a regular check up after mom and the doctor discussed the poop scheduling for me and my brother and they kind of would decide that if it was close to enema time we would get one at the end of the appointment. Sometimes it was the nurse that administered it and sometimes the doctor did it always while mom was watching and discussing the routine. Ah, the golden years of the enema during the 50s and 60s.

Started receiving weekly. Enemas from grandmother at age 8 the open top bag was used and the volumn for each enema was a liter and a half. Myy grandmother was a nurse. By. YYhe time thhe enemas stoped at age 14 I was able to take three liters with no problem. . Those enemas received during my. Child hood developed a strong need for thhe enema and a capacity for large enemas