Asking mom why

That's funny! Ask my mom why!

I valued my life and my tender young butt to risk such a question.

I remember my first enema experience. All I remember is being placed on the floor on one of those blue pads, my bottoms removed, and the tube being pushed into my rectum. Then I felt the sensation of cool water, and immediate cramps afterwards. I am sure it was a disposable pediatric enema. All I remember is not expecting anything and being in shock about what was happening. I had to be young 3-5 years old.

Never asked why… As much as I hated enemas, I simply knew I getting it because I hadn't produced and mom knew best.

If I was in a whiney mood--I'd ask the dumb question: “ Why do I have to get the enema ? “ My Dad would in a very paternal tone would tell me: ” You're constipated and the Dr.says so…"

I do not think I ever, once, asked my Mother why I was getting an enema! My only request was "Mom, will you please give me an enema!" Then, again, maybe I had one other request... "Mom, will you please give me another one?"

I never asked why. Just pleaded my case after being told “I’m going to give you an enema.” I hated hearing those words. I pleaded all the way to the bathroom not to be given one but knew it did no good. Turning the corner and seeing that pink enema bag hanging by the toilet made my knees weak.

Like Miker said below. I never asked why when I was a youngster. If I was constipated both she and I knew the “why ” of the matter. At about 9, I started asking for enemas. After a couple of times when she noticed my physiological reaction. I was told to take my own enemas. And I did as told.

Now in my 70s and still loving enemas, I don't think she may have done the right thing. I damn well know she did!

Only once did my mother specifically ask me if I wanted her to give me an enema - she had to have figured out why things were rearranged in the bathroom closet. I declined because by that time I was experiencing sexual arousal from taking enemas and was embarrassed and didn't want her to know. (She probably did because the number of Ivory soap bars in the closet was increased even though she never said a word.)

I never recieved an enema as a child, I had a recent conversation with my parents and found out that both of them were raised with out being given enemas. I believe that enemas were/are more frequently used inthe eastern US then out west. both of my parents were raised in the west.

It wasn't the doctor, but my grandmother who asked if the enema was better than other laxatives. The doctor said that if they were less irritating than suppositories or syrups, he could give me little enemas. My grandmother, on the other hand, but also my mother, gave me more abundant enemas. Suppositories and oral laxatives I hated them because I was sick for two days, but the enema, removed the embarrassment and the annoyance of about a couple of hours, at least had an immediate and limited effect in time. I don't think the doctor enjoyed it.

I never recieved an enema as a child, I had a recent conversation with my parents and found out that both of them were raised with out being given enemas. I believe that enemas were/are more frequently used int he eastern US then out west. both of my parents were raised in the west.

I agree the eastern US had much more technology, better work ethics, strict social behavior and structures years ago. These were all unwritten rules that people followed, and seam to work to mold youths into productive people. IMHO (In My Honest Opinion) I feel this lead to lots of people following order from “experts” and many unwritten social rules. When a doctor said you need to “take an enema”, that was what you did until he said stop. Anyone remember the stupid rules the doctors had like "don't eat between meals"?

Anyone remember the stupid rules the doctors had like "don't eat between meals"?

I certainly remember a bunch of rules that parents, rather than doctors, seemed to want to enforce, but which afterwards, in later years turned out to be arbitrary customs and unsubstantiated ‘folk wisdom’.

There was indeed the do not snack between meals rule. Which by the time i was in university in the 1970s had been turned on its head with ‘experts’ saying that it was better not to eat large meals in one go, but instead to eat a little bit now and then the day through. The underlying idea was to not let gastric acids stay active on an empty stomach. Correct or not? No idea and I could care less.

Then there was the ‘no swimming an hour after eating’ with parents timing their kids with the equivalent of stop watches, waiting for that last minute of that magic hour.

Another one which I have noticed even nowadays some people still follow: never eat ice cream in winter.

Another one was the ‘breakfast is the most important meal of the day’ rule. I haven't been eating any breakfast for some 2 or 3 decades at least. Eating in the morning just makes me all full and sluggish far too early in the day. I've taken to not eating anything substantial until 14 or 15h, Spanish style.

I never asked WHY my mom thought I needed an enema, but I do remember arguing (to no avail) that I didn't need one!!

I was afraid to ask “why” inasmuch as I usually suffered when enema time was on the agenda. I was present , however, when my sister asked why mom came to grandma's apartment with the enema bag. I blushed and started trembling with the belief I was about to get an enema. When my mom replied that “you didn't go to the toilet yesterday or today” my sister became uncomfortable and began to protest to no avail.

Having seen the opportunity to turn the tide, I teased my sister about her impending enema. I watched intently as the enema was prepared and I tried to snoop into grandma's spare bedroom as my sister laid there waiting for the nozzle to be inserted. My sister told mom and grandma that I was trying to watch. The door was slammed shut. My sister continued her protest and convinced my mom and grandma that I deserved one as well.

After my sister finished expelling and receiving praise for taking her enema, I was next on the agenda. I got mine in the cold tub and didn't get any praise whatsoever. I knew that if I asked “why”, it would likely be a very negative experience. My sister always seemed to get me in the end!

Then there was the ‘no swimming an hour after eating’ with parents timing their kids with the equivalent of stop watches, waiting for that last minute of that magic hour.

That perked my curiosity as to where it started and what - if any justification ever existed for the wait. Most articles I saw mentioned 30-120 minute waits had been recommended, but ALL medical replies (Duke Health, Mayo Clinic……) said it was unnecessary. There was no scientific study to support it and no evidence anyone ever drowned because they didn't wait.

One unsupported and unscientific theory in favor of it said: “The belief is that the pylorus, the gate between the stomach and intestines, will cramp up and render the swimmer unable to stay above water. Science doesn’t bear this out, though.” Another article (again totally unsupported) tried to connect stuff like your sympathetic nervous system, autonomic nervous system, vasoconstriction and vasodilation creating a perfert storm for you to cramp and drown.

One source for the origin of this myth seems to be the original Boy Scouts of America manual (1911), which assured youngsters that a cramp would surely result from swimming before a meal had been digested.

Sorry if I digress, but one of the neat things here is discussion posts often perk your interest to dig into something you never would have thought about.

I never thought to ask why , Was sick a lot during early years . If sick in bed for a day , Got ya an enema , Doctors orders or not , Just happened !

I never asked why but did suggest to Mom that I didn't need one. She gave them as she felt they were needed, no Dr. involvement or discussion. And I never talked her out of one.

Since I don’t remember ever getting an enema as punishment, if mom decided I needed an enema, the need was probably real. It didn’t take too many times for me to recognize that I really did feel better after the enema. And then I began to actually like them. So then the game changed a bit. If mom asked if I needed an enema I would whine a little but not so much that she decided not to do it. What worked best was something like, “Okay, Okay, you can give me a little water to help me poop, but can we do it after this tv show is done?” That usually worked.

My Mother , her sister [ my aunt } my uncle and my step-dad all enjoyed giving me an enema. I would have to take off all my clothes and then go over their knee for them to administer the enema. They all loved my rosebud hole so my enema's consisted of four to eight 8oz red bulbs of warm Ivory soapy water. It was so embarrassing. They watched as I evacuated and then had me bend over the sink so they could wipe my dirty bottom.

Putting up to much of a fuss meant a naughty bare bottom spanking.

Unfortunately my mom is gone so I can't ask her why but I do remember. I remember her telling me I had worms. I was 6 or 7 at the time so who really knows. She said the doctor diagnosed this and recommended a salt water enema every day for two weeks. Bent over her knees with my tiny rose bud totally exposed I did really start to enjoy the sessions after the first week. I watched where she hid the little red bulb and played with it by myself when I took a bath. That was the start of a lifelong love of the bulb and bag..

I rather suspect my mom is no longer alive.

Everyone now leaves a data trail somewhere.

That trail has been cold since 2013

But I suspect her mother did overdo it with her.

Hurt people will hurt people

My mother was very professional person and had a beautiful figure figure . she once explained to me what an enema was ,what it did for you ,and that she how was given an enema for various reasons. I would over hear her talking about enemas with friends and as a small child would visualize see her naked rear end ,and it left a-lot for imagination . You can't imagine my nervous anxiety the first time she told me I was getting an enema.

As to the original post where this mom said to her kid ….. ‘ doctor's orders ‘ ….. was the reason for enema administration in that home I disagree with the original poster for this thread that his doctor was a ’ pervert ‘ for directing mom to give her son an enema . My family doctor often advised my mom when we were in an office visit exit interview as to ….. ’ and let's give him an enema .. ‘ as part of my doctor proscribed ‘ wellness regimen ‘ . No , I never considered my good doctor a ’ pervert ‘ because he prescribed an enema nor my mom either for her for giving them to me even when I was not ill . Over time , mother and I did discuss our respective roles in the enema activities over the years and we both agreed that we were very comfortable with our ’ give / take ' assignments for the procedure . As I matured we both indicated that there was a certain pleasure aspect for both of us .

We had an old fashioned family doc who prescribed enemas for almost all problems. Mom just followed the recommendations. When I asked why again, the answer was always the same. You will feel much better and the doctor ordered anyway. I did not understand always, but I think she was right.

I lived during the era of doctors making house calls and recall that almost always when mom was on the phone making an appointment that the nurse would instruct to be certain to give me an enema before the doctor got there--I suspect that mom had already done so before ever getting that instruction. There was a regular process of me getting that enema, my bed linen being changed, and I had to put on freshly laundered pajamas. Later on when all my doctor encounters were in the office I don't recall him telling her to give an enema. One time, however, when I was in the office the nurse poked her head in concerning someone making an appointment that I assume was for a child and the doctor telling her that the patient should be given an enema before the office visit.

I didn't need to ask why as I had known since yesterday I had a problem so it was a matter when. Then I heard Mom tell my brothers, “If you need to use the bathroom do it now as I am going to Bruce an enema so the bathroom would be occupied for a few hours". All was quiet as they thought they might next.

Our doctor would tell my mom when was my last enema ,,,and would tell her I needed them more often because of my diet eating lots of junk…enemas was a fix all for my mom which I think she was right,,I was given enemas till around 11/12 I had always hated them but once my enemas stopped I started craving them and soon started sneaking them on my own,,,I remember my first solo enema my parents went out on a Saturday morning shopping, my mom had 4 enema bags hanging in the bathroom I grabbed the feminine douche bag open top filling it and enjoying the thing I hated most ,,,I’m sure my mom knew me leaving the bag dripping wet,,,,

I asked once why, but my question was „why injecting water makes you poo” rather than „why am I getting one”. I have always been courious how things work and enema was no exception