My mom definitely tried preventing my younger sister from being present for my enemas but it wasn't always successful. My sister didn't need them as she was free of the occasional bowel trouble I ran into as a kid. My sister could read the signs and pretty much knew when I was getting them. If my mom ever left the room my sister would pop in and start making fun of me with the tube in my butt. On occasion my mom would catch her in the act and that's how my sister discovered what enemas actually felt like.
For better or worse, when it was "enema time" it was enema time. Whether it was my Mom, or the Nanny, Ayda it was clearly announced that I needed to have an enema. It was preceded by a rectal temp. The announcement of it left me semi-speechless. I pretty much knew which of my friends got rectal temps and enemas and the like. Depending on who it was friends, cousins. adult relatives life went on without interruption and I would get my enema.
Both times that I was given Fleet mineral oil enemas involved other children around. the first time I know that I was in school at the time, I would guess second or third grade. Mom brought me to the doctor and after a embarrassing exam and questioning that involved my first rectal exam. The doctor said that I was impacted and she thought a mineral oil enema would do the trick. I had never had one before and I don't think mom knew what they were either? As we walked out of the office I saw two girls I went to school with and one of the girls mother that was a part time substitute teacher at our school. I was so embarrassed because I knew that they all could have seen and or heard the whole exam and the cure that was ordered. Our doctor had her office that she did sick calls in and the door was never closed. Mom chatted with the other mom for a few seconds and then we were off to the drug store and home. I was told to go to my room and mom called the lady next door I am sure to relay the situation. A few minutes later I heard the front door bell ring and mom answered it with the enema box in hand I went out to see who it was and was mortified to see one of the girls and her mom as they came in and sat in the living room mom put the box on the table they wanted to offer to bring my homework over if I didn't go to school the next day. Mom thanked them and said she thought the mineral oil would do the trick and pointed to the box. They soon left and I got the enema. After holding it for a half hour nothing but the oil came out. Mom called the office and I got another one an hour or so after mom told the lady next door and I stayed with them while mom went back to the drug store. I was summoned home and everyone next door and my sister knew what I was in for. It was the same drill lay on the bed propped up on a few pillows this time held it longer and this time it seemed to do the trick. I leaked some oil playing later in the day which ruined a pair of pants. I ended up getting a soapy bagful the next day.
I remember as a child, don't recall my age, could have been 10 (would have been about 60 years ago) going to a birthday party. At some time during the party we were lined up at the bathroom, we were given enemas, one at a time. I vaguely remember getting them in the bath tub, can't remember the position, but once filled were allowed to relieve ourselves on the single toilet. I wish I could remember the details. Enemas back then were a normal part of growing up. I think it was normal for enemas to be given after consuming lots of junk food, like going to the fair.the hoseman1
Nearby was often an older half-sister. I don't know if that counts because she was 18. The youngest was 15 years old, the same one was often in the same room where I was given an enema. She did not stand by and did not look, but, of course, she saw. When I was treated at the age of 6, many children saw me, but their age was not more than 6 years old, rather 4-5.
Thats how I got my first and only from grandma. It was me two boy coudins and two girls. We weren't nude untill it was our turn but only from the waist down. We all had an audiance.
My mom gave me enemas behind closed doors. There were often other people in the house, however, and it was embarrassing knowing that they could hear what was going on. It was bad enough when it was just my sister or dad at home, but so much worse when relatives or my sisters' friends were visiting. The enemas were easy to overhear, and I'm sure my sister and her friends went out of their way to listen at times.