The Hanging Bag

Have you ever used someone's bath room and their bag is hanging ?Did you bring that up in conversation?

Only as a kid when visiting a friend's house. No conversation, to say the least.

At my maternal grandmother's the bag was always hanging on the back of the door. When visiting a friend's homes, I would look in the bath tub, only saw two and under the vanity. Many bulbs and boxes with enemas there. The "jackpot" cam much later in life when looking for our first home, My wife, who knows of my enema fetish, although only participated in it when we were dating, thinks I am crazy and the only person in the whole world who like enemas. One of the homes we looked at was being house watched by a college couple.

Naturally, I checked the bath tubes and showers, not for enemas, to see condition of tile. Imagine my delight when I opened the shower curtain and saw numerous enema bags and hot water bottles (for pillows). I went and got my wife, and showed her that I wasn't the only enema enthusiast in the world. This episode happened over 25 years ago and I remember like yesterday.

During the 50's through 80's, my Grandmother kept her enema bag hung on a nail in the wall by the toilet for all the world to see. She had a large family and always had someone over visiting. It was just a fact of life back then.

I often saw that years ago. It is rare today to see a bag hanging. I would be too shy to mention it.

Hi...

once I saw a red enema bag with hose wound around it hanging in a shower at a friend's house...

but when I was a kid, I got frequent enemas. and there were two places the 'equipment' was kept.

the usual one was called 'the victoria'....by rexall, in an orange and black rectangular shirt size box.

red bag, red hose, black nozzles, metal shut off

the other one was really the one I remember the most....it was really difficult. it was called 'paris'....red bag, but bigger than the Victoria. long red hose and the nozzle she used was what I can figure out now to have been a barium enema retention nozzle.

the Victoria was kept on a shelf in the hall closet

the paris was always hung on the hall closet door, inside, ominous.

The Paris bag was made by Davol and was their top of the line model, advertised at 2.5 qts. capacity. If you filled it to the top, it held 3 qts. They came with a vaginal nozzle that was black with a knob at the end, for an all over inside spray. This nozzle looked a lot like the BaE nozzles we see today, but was black.

I have a Davol "Petal" model, which was their second from the top in price. It also can be filled to 3 qts. and has the black vaginal nozzle with the knob at the end. The difference was the Paris had threaded attachment at the bottom of the bag, where you could screw on the hose; The Petal does not have that feature.

jimmini, it sounds like your mom used the Victoria for enemas and the Paris for douching.

No but, I remember once babysitting for a neighbor and after the baby was asleep I went into the master bath and there was an enema bag on the back of the door. I could not resist and filled it and took two bags full so that I finished long before the parents got home. That was a real rush for me. I remember getting paper towels down in the kitchen to dry the bag so they would not discover I used it.

A girl I briefly dated always left her folding syringe with a douche nozzle attached hanging from the shower head over her tub. She also had disposable douches on the back of her toilet, I never said anything, but wish how I had pursued the subject.

For many years, I remodeled bathrooms for a living, starting in the late 70's. Enema bags were infrequent. When I did see them, most often it was a black lady or a German lady who displayed them. I hardly ever saw them, even in storage or linen closets.

Moms Egirl - it was the same for me. My grandmother always had an enema bag with a colon tube on it hanging in her bathroom.

I guess that was really what got me into it - seeing that and fantasizing about it.

Our current bag (which is really mine, everyone else in the house seems to be blessed with a cast-iron gut and never needs it) has moved around a bit over the past couple of years. It's a 4-quart open top silicone bag with a closed-end 6-foot or so colon tube that I use as a rectal tube. I try to get it dry as soon as possible so I don't have mold problems. Now I hang it in the bathtub from the shower curtain on the side no one gets in on, that way the tube is hanging straight and any water can drip out and be caught by the bathtub. I used to hang it in the closet but the colon tube had to be folded so it didn't dry as well.

I used to put it away either in my closet or under my sink, but now I use it on a schedule every three days so I just leave it hanging between uses unless someone's coming over who might see it. I have no desire to get into a debate over medical treatments or deal with the "you really should go see the doctor for it" trip.

Sadly did not have that growing up product of being an 80's baby but I discovered them by myself in my late teens/ early twenty's

I stayed with my grandparents for a bit when I was young and finding the red bag and hose on the back of the bathroom door is how I discovered my love of Enemas.

Since my mom used a diaphragm and Ortho-Gynol jelly as birth control, I'd see her Armstrong open top bag hanging upside down from a towel rack about twice a week, after she had douched to get rid of the semen and jelly several hours after sex. After it was dry, she put it away in the towel closet. She was a laxative addict, since she had life-long constipation problems and she HATED taking enemas herself. I only saw her preparing to take an enema once during my growing up years and she was not happy about it.

I was the only person in the house who got enemas, usually at the order of a pediatrician, or in my teens when I'd fake constipation to get one; it always worked.

Well I wake up in the morning and go into the bathroom sometimes I would find the enema bag hanging there It was a little bit wet so I knew it got used during the night I often wondered who got the enema I would find it sometimes once a week sometimes every couple of weeks sometimes It had The Big black curved beautiful douche nozzle Which I had no idea what it was but I was just fascinated by a size in this shiny color and it's curve and it shape and I hope that I would have it used on me someday

sometimes when I got home from school I would find the enema bag hanging in the bathroom and I knew then that it was my mother because my father wasn't around It always had the animal tip I never saw the douche nozzle on it had all

one night I got up to go the bathroom And I saw my mother walking down the Hall in her bra and panties holding a full enema bag a towel and the Vaseline So I assume with my dad was going to be getting an animal from her I don't know If he gave her enemas I think she just took them by herself during the daytime

If you frequent estate sales, you will often find a vintage enema bag. Cheap. I’ve seen some real antiques. Sometimes in the box.

If you frequent estate sales, you will often find a vintage enema bag. Cheap. I’ve seen some real antiques. Sometimes in the box.

I've bought a few 'vintage' bags off ebay too. As a matter of fact, the bag I'm using now is well over 50 years old, real red rubber and black hard rubber, bulbous head douche nozzle. It works as good as it probably did in the 50's when it was made.

This thread brings back memories indeed. Growing up in the 1960 - 70s enemas were used by a lot of families as well as mine. I would go over my friends house and regularly see the red or blue bag hanging upside down drying in the shower, sometimes with the nozzles still attached and others without them. Some families just kept them hanging in the open and keeping them ready for service. I would also remember when going to grammar school I would over hear other mothers talking to each other. Mrs. Jones would say to Mrs. Smith "oh yes I had to give Billy and Mary an enema to break their fever" or "Helen gave me such a hard time when I gave her an enema". Even my friend Joey sheepishly told me his mom gave him an enema and I saw her blue combination bag drying that afternoon. Even back then I was turned on when seeing the enema bag anywhere.

When growing up the enema bag was kept in the linen closet. If I came home and it was hanging in the bathtub if was used on whoever was sick and did not go to school. After drying it was put back in the box and put away. At times it did not stay put away long.

My mother had a closed top Combination red bag with black nozzles. I never got an enema from that one but my brothet did, bent over the tub and about a quart of warm ivory soapy water. He was 8 or 9 and cried a little. I didnt get to watch.

I used myself the first time in the shower and had a tremendous jo with the enema flowing. Mom gave me enemas from the Davol 4 0z red bulb syringe. She also had a big red douche bulb with thick black nozzle. When i saw it out i assumed it was for grown up enemas and she gave one to my dad.

Our neighbor 5 doors up had a big open top syringe always hanging from the shower rod. We played with our friend and he told us about swallowing something he shouldn’t have. When he told his mom she waited til later then called him in the bathroom and to take his pants off. She then gave him 4 or 5 bags of soapy water and then the same of clear rinses. Needless to say he didnt go for about three days after and couldnt wipe being so sore.

After I had been given any constipation relief enema (1959++) the Victoria enema bag and the black vulcanized enema nozzle would be scrubbed with hot soapy water and hung to dry on a nail just inside the door to the attic which was in the bathroom.

Had a bunch of enemas as a kid. The one I always remember was the day I was in the bathroom and my mom walked in (I forgot to lock the door) and found me touching our red bag over by the tub where she kept it. Guess I was about 10 or so. She asked what I was doing and I turned beet red.

Then, she closed the bathroom door and said, "Well, if you are so interested, let me show you what it does." Told me to take off my pants and sit on the toilet, while she took the bag and hose from its hoot, turned on the hot water tap, and then stuck the bag under the faucet. She filled the bag about half way, the screwed on the hose, and let some water out into the sink through the hose.

She told me to stand up, then she sat on the closed toilet, and told me to get over her legs. Took some Vaseline from a small jar she had close by, and put some lube on my butt, eventually sticking her finger inside me. Then came the end of the hose. I quickly felt the warm water, and wanted to get up right away. She put her hand on my back and told me to stay where i was.

I started to get a cramp and told her. She stopped the water for a second.

"This is called an Enema, Jack. You get them when it is hard to go to the bathroom." Soon, the water seemed to stop, and she took out the tube, then stood up, opening the toilet.

"You can sit down now, and let the water out." She said. I did that fast and everything came out.

"Now you know what this is. If you ever have problems going to the bathroom, I will give you another. For now, don't play with the bag. This is medicine, not a toy." She put the bag and hose in the sink, opened the bathroom door, and walked out, closing the door behind her.

I reached over and felt the wet bag. The feeling was interesting. I had to figure out how to get her to give me another one.

We never had enema bags in our household, that I recall, but I do vividly remember going to my great aunt’s house where I saw them for the first time. Her two sons who were in their 30’s and 40’s still lived at home and when I would have to use the potty, there’d be four red bags with cream colored hoses and nozzles hanging over the shower curtain rod or against the wall. In fact, if I wasn’t careful, I would hit my head on one of the bags sitting down on the toilet. These trips to the bathroom of my aunt’s both intrigued and horrified me.

Welcome to Zity @good_one .

Your experience you mention of going to Great Aunts and being affected by hanging bags because my having grown up in Pennsylvania in my younger days, enemas, hanging bags, bulbs and all the associated paraphernalia were a regular part of everyday life. Even though I cannot recall ever personally experiencing the results of all the equipment (in other words I don't recall ever personally receiving an enema from a family member, LOL) they were always present or at least in view on the shelves of the linen closets.

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My house has an en-suite bathroom off the master bedroom. That is where I do my enemas. the bed, and the en-suite bathroom.

I've never done one in the hallway bathroom or the downstairs bathroom, which are the ones the children and our friends use when in our house.

I can hang my enema bag to dry in that bathroom and no one but the two of us will ever see it.

Our bag always hung on the bathroom door hook to dry. It was a tell tale sign that someone had got an enema. It usually hung there for a day or two anyone visiting would see it if they used the bathroom. I can remember one time while vacationing in Canada My sister and I didn't eat all our dinner at my moms great aunt's farm. I hated what they served beet salad and deviled eggs. I ate the chicken and corn . My sister didn't eat anything . She got an enema later after dinner I got one for good measure. The bag at her aunt's was a blue pumpkin bag I had never seen that type before it seemed bigger. When we went back a few days later b4 leaving for home I used the bathroom and it was still hanging it gave me shivers down my spine.

Yes, seeing the bag hanging in the bathroom.... just waiting there as if in wait to become filled and get you, like a red devil in wait... ha (not into devil worship)... It did raise my curiosity... especially in the time before the bag was used on me, and my enemas were just from the bulb...

Between me and my Mom the enema bag was out hanging in the shower to dry more than it was stored in the hall linen closet. We both had constipation issues so it got a pretty good work out. I would play with it every chance I got.