What did your Mom say after she gave you your enema?

Mine always said "How could any little boy be so sweet and smell so bad?"

Got to had it to her she did have some humor.

Better you than me

When I was five my Grandmother gave me a 2 quart enema (I know all this now from collective memory at the time I did not know what was happening). As she finished she promised me I could expel immediately, if I took all the water, which I did. She lied, she had me "hold my water" while she went and got my Mom. They came back into the bathroom and I was doubled over with cramps and chills, shaking with misery. My grandmother commanded me to stand up and show my mom my swollen belly. The both laughed, but it was because my little pecker was standing out and the veins were bulging and I thought it was going to explode with my guts. As they left and she told me to go to the toilet, she said to my mom: "It happens to all men"!

She always used to say ' that wasn't so bad now was it' no matter whether I had been almost screaming or had had no reaction- my sense is that she enjoyed most of the procedure

Mom never said anything. After she squeezed the bulb for the last time, she withdrew the nozzle and left. I got uo quickly and sat on the toilet.

As I sat on the toilet after releasing one of her "good" enemas, Mom looked at me and said "...next time you feel a little constipated don't wait so long. Just tell me you need an enema. I don't mind giving you enemas. You feel so such better after a good enema, don't you? Everybody needs a good enema once in awhile. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Try to hold it in as long as you can.Never timed it ,but it was not to long.

Mom encouraged me to hold the 2 quarts of soapy water and once I let it out she always said, I knew you needed a good cleaning .out.

When she was finished she would say, "Try to hold it a few minutes. It works better that way." But she didn't time it and if I couldn't wait it was no big deal.

A couple of times after everything was over she would ask if I felt better now. I had to admit that usually I did.

When I was growing up like many other kids I would try to talk mom out of giving me an enema. One of my lines was that I didn't think I needed one. After receiving and expelling, which was always the most embarrassing part, my mom would say "see, you did need a good enema after all, didn't you?"

When I was little my mom would always say something like "You did a real good job" or "You took that like a real big boy." When I got older she would say something like "Don't you feel a lot better now?"

My mom, and millions of others over the years, i suspect, used the "don't you feel better" and "you really needed that" lines as she was rinsing and drying the enema can. I tried not to admit what she said was true because that might be used against me when I tried to get out of her next treatment. It seldom worked.

My mom always asked why I waited so long to let her know what I "needed" or "wanted". She would stand over me holding the bag up and telling me to "take it until it hurts a little", then let it go. I know she did the same thing because of the sounds coming out of the bathroom while she was giving herself an enema... silence...moan ... pause...splash! Over and over again until the bag was empty. Sometimes I heard her refill it and do it all over again. Emerging from the bathroom she would announce to the world, "NOW I feel so much better" and she was very much easier to get along with, almost happy about being well washed out. Sometimes after she finished, she would tell me to "go in there and do the same".

"Hold it until you're on the toilet, if you make a mess on the floor, I'll rub your nose in it"

Things were pretty simple, hold the enema until you're seated on the toilet. She gave me mine while I laid in the tub. At least any leakage could be washed away in short order. My sisters got theirs laying on the bed. I was always jealous because it appeared more comfortable than the tub which was usually pretty cold.

My sisters often got praised after their enemas. "She took her enema like a big girl". In my case, it was usually a threat of additional enemas if this one didn't work or if I failed to have my BM's as expected.

Remember the first time I took the full 2qt bag I was 10-11 Mom said you are a big boy now, you can take just as big an enema as your brother. I couldn't wait for dad to get home that night I had to tell him that I was a big boy that I took the full enema. he laughed and said would you show me ??? That night after dinner he took me to the bathroom and gave me two full bag enemas.....i guess I was a big boy that night

Wow hotandsopay ! I guess you really were a big boy, taking two enemas from dad.

My mom said ... see didn't I tell you that your tummy would feel better after your enema. Both mom and step dad were obsessed with my bowel movements.

Mom always said you needed that! Don't you feel much better now?

My mother's enemas were always followed by a warnng for me to stay regular if I wanted to avoid another encounter with the syringe.

When we were kids, my younger brother suffered from constipation and often needed an enema. Unlike me, he hated the enemas, so every time Mom was breaking into a sweat to give one to him.

On one of those occasions, I boasted to be much more brave of him and convinced Mom to give an enema to me to prove it. Of course I took every last drop without a word as a perfect patient so Mom, in face of my capricious brother, covered me with a lot of praises and compliments.

Evidently this was a blow to his childish self-esteem since soon after, though clenched teeth, he let himself give his enema without a fuss.

From that time on, given the positive reception of my little brother, in other occasions I got an "encouraging" enema (usually just a bit of simple warm water) in his presence. Every time - of course - Mom pointed out emphatically my behavior with comments like these:

«Honey, it doesn't hurt, doesn't it?» ; «My sweetie, you're so good, I'm proud of you!» ; «Did you see, Leo, how good is your sister? She took her whole enema without complaint, just like a big girl!».

Oh, how much I liked all that!

Apparently she said "that's a good boy" as I expelled -- this is probably more than 65 years ago. She was not a nurturing woman, possibly resentful because mine was such a difficult childbirth. Anyway I was so starved for attention that I latched onto this one display of approval, and ever since have had a deep fixation on women who enjoy enemas. The few enema sessions I have enjoyed with my partner I have been aware that she is not my mother. Nonetheless it's always an enjoyable time, with some ancient and deep overtones. (this is the partner who hung the enema bag over the shower rod when I was out one evening -- a splendid treat to come home and find the equipment awaiting me, and all that went with it including afterwards.) "Not bad work if you can get it."

I'm not a big fan of receiving enemas especially as a child and I did not get that many anyway. I really don't recall what my mom would say. They were always given to me in the bathtub which was always freezing cold.

Every single time, when the bag hand finally emptied into me (or I had taken as much as I possibly could), she would click the clamp closed on the tube, cradle me in her arms with the nozzle still up my butt, and say "I love you". Then we would go to the bathroom where she would finally remove the nozzle and I'd expel.

Joy, sounds like you have a wonderful mom..

Coo aren't you all lucky - that never happened to me - thats probably what was missing as i grew up much encouraged to give it a try - unforuneatly i tend to be generally diarrhetic and thus rarely constipated - having never had one but in a situation which would allow me is it advisable needing such wonderful treatment

Now have a good stinky for momma

My mom didn't make a big deal out of giving me an enema. She told me the doctor said to give me an enema. I didn't fuss much, but my sister sure did. She argued and yelled and was very unruly. I was always fascinated by the red fountain syringe and the soapsuds. After the enema I was complimented on my cooperation. Today, my Enemates find me a good receiver and I treat them with equal respect during their treatments. After all, it's just an enema.

The few times I received enemas from my mom were when I was in a spica cast for my hip fracture. When she would finish she would say--"let me out of here!" My ex would say--"run!"

My Mom would say see that wasn't that bad after all.

Normally she would ask how I felt tell me I how well I did

My Mom would always help me sit down on the toilet. Then, with the exception of two times, would tell me to try and hold the water in a couple of minutes to soften things up. The two times she didn't were times that I don't think she thought she should be giving me an enema. Time number 1 - Mom had changed doctors and the new doctor had told her to stop giving me enemas because he said they were bad for me. Mom, instead, switched to oral laxatives that I hated. Result, I begged and begged her to start giving me enemas again. Well, I finally got what I had been asking for. In fact, she gave me 3 on a Saturday morning. After I had expelled the first one I went into Mom's kitchen where she was to tell her thanks. She took one look at me and quickly marched me back into the bathroom saying "I just don't understand children and their enemas. Time #2 - was after I had scratched "Mama, please give me a big, hot, soapy enema on a retarded neighbor's floor. Well, after his Mother called my Mom and she viewed my handiwork, Mom came home, grabbed me, drug me into the bathroom and smartly gave me just what I had asked for. After I had taken it, Mom stated "I hope you liked it, Son! Now, your going to pay to have Tommy's floor fixed. I am so embarrassed!"