Age and enema volume

Adding on to my earlier post here, about getting very strong Ivory bulb enemas and my fear of being graduated to the enemas bag – well something happened soon after I was graduated to bag enemas. Suddenly, all parental interest in my BM's stopped and I was no longer getting enemas, bulb or bag. I believe I have a good idea as to why…

Adding on to my earlier post here, about getting very strong Ivory bulb enemas and my fear of being graduated to the enemas bag – well something happened soon after I was graduated to bag enemas. Suddenly, all parental interest in my BM's stopped and I was no longer getting enemas, bulb or bag. I believe I have a good idea as to why…

Okay, @reddevil,

I’ll bite. What happened to your enemas? Are you thinking that after graduation to the bag and thus larger volumes, your parents just decided your risk of leakage or major mess went too high? What’s the real reason? Thanks,

Eric

From the age 5 on mom used her red combination syringe for my enemas. I know she always filled the bag, but it was several years before I actually saw the flat as a pancake look for that bag. I had no idea about the volume other than the bag seemed about half empty when I would see it after my enemas for quite a while. I am guessing a quart or less at first, but I recall the enemas being difficult, especially after being used to the bulb, hence enemas given in the bathtub. I don't recall ever getting a rinse enema, but mom always tried to get in a little more. Her attitude was that she was going to get in enough to get the job done, and she always did. I was 11 or 12 before she got the whole bag in me. It was a little later than that before I could get the full bag into my bottom on my own, as I had a tendency to stop as soon as I started to get uncomfortable.

My mom usually prepared enemas at the kitchen sink. I watched intently whether it was my enema or one for my sisters.

She used a pitcher with graduated markings and would use additives at times.

Large volumes weren't mecessarily prepared, although sometimes they were more obvious as I got older.

I was reading medical texts and a pint was suggested for kids. That's what I usually prepared for myself. As I got older and more adventuresome, I filled the different style bags to the brim. By age 12, 2 qts was fairly common.

Mom was still in the pint or two range in most cases. I could take and hold them as required. It was the soapy enemas that really taxed my retention abilities.

In my 60’s and can only take about 2 qts since I had hernia surgery last year

before that 3-3.5 was about it for me

Bulb. Age ? Maybe 5-8 or 9. Over Mom's lap with a bowl of Ivory. Took enough fillings until I pleaded to go.

Red closed combo bags: From Mom either over the lap / over tub, up until 1st year of HS. Warm and soapy, as Ivory wafted in the air as soon as being called into the bathroom. Started to get “ plain water ” rinses after these. Mom checked the results.

I envy you guys. My mom was used to give me just one or two small volume disposable enemas of just 5 ml and in a frequency of 6 - 8 days. Unfortanetely I cant remember to laid over her lap. I had to stand and bent over the bathstap while I heart the sound of the little squezzed bulb but most of the time I was still conspipated. The result were multiple enemas in hospital. My dad told me up to one liter when I was 3 - 6 years old.

I can remember just one time I got a big enema by my parents.

Today 3 liter are my preffered volume. Its enough to hold it may be 30 minutes…

I needed really large volume enemas as even a young boy. I got really backed up due to holding in when I got the urge to go. Nothing worked to get me to go but a large volume enema with a bag. My guess was it was maybe 3 qt. Just remember the bag looking like a large yellow water balloon. At only 5 years old I remember having to be filled up until I could not hold it. This was the only way for my parents to make me go. They tried suppositories first and they did nothing to cause me to poop. Then came fleet enemas which also would do little to help me get cleaned out. The only thing that worked was a larger enema with a bag.

Like you @sse4fun a standard bulb for a “quickie” is very satisfying in between 2 quart (litre) complete cleanouts. Safe and sane.

I needed really large volume enemas as even a young boy. I got really backed up due to holding in when I got the urge to go. Nothing worked to get me to go but a large volume enema with a bag. My guess was it was maybe 3 qt. Just remember the bag looking like a large yellow water balloon. At only 5 years old I remember having to be filled up until I could not hold it. This was the only way for my parents to make me go. They tried suppositories first and they did nothing to cause me to poop. Then came fleet enemas which also would do little to help me get cleaned out. The only thing that worked was a larger enema with a bag.

That sounds like a lot for a 5 year old! 🤔

So many sites on Google warn against enemas. If so many people are doing them and seem to be surviving very well, are these warnings over cautionary?

@Lavender it makes me wonder too. Since publications have to depend on advertising it makes me wonder further if pharmaceutical companies and others who profit from oral medications influence some of the advice authors that post on Internet sites and in paper publications to minimize enemas even though they have been around for 1000+ or more years and are just as effective (and fun) as they were in eras past.

My first memories of receiving an enema from mom was with a small white bulb with several insertions, not sure of exact age maybe 4 to 7 years old, later graduated to a bag, I don’t remember it being full, maybe a quart. I believe this happened till I was around 10 to 12 and then they stopped, I believe they stopped do to me getting very hard erection.

as for my adult enemas I always do several 2 qt bags, I’ve never been a big fan of cramps.

My mom had a unique way of determining how big an enema we were to have.

With her trusty bulb syringe that delivered 4 oz per squirt, we were given one bulb full for each year old we were. So at 8 years old, I was getting 8 squirts of 4oz each, or 32oz /1 quart. That seems pretty “fair” /correct, as a size enema for an 8 year old. I also got to enjoy 8 insertions, instead of just one with the bag.

At age 11, graduated to the bag. Mom's bag held 2.25 quarts and getting introduced to bag enemas she only filled it about ¾ of the way up, and I was expected to take the whole thing. ( About a quart and ¾ for an 11 year old ). Each time after that she filled the bag a little more until I was getting full bags by age 13.

Enematically. Steve

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@Lavender no doubt. Enemas give me almost a state of euphoria . Nothing is more exhilarating then receiving an enema.

My first enema recollection was around 2 years to 3. I recall the old bathroom and my Mom would use a small bulb with a black curved syringe. She switched to the bag when I was around 4 or 5. I had realized that I was very anal erotic by this age. One day, I found Mom's rectal thermometer in the bathroom and I slid it up my but. I remember breaking it over the sink and my Mom found it. She was a little mad and asked me a bunch of questions. She then got the enema bag out and told me that I needed a cleaning. She was firm but gentle. She firmly undressed me, pulled down my pants. She had me on her bed, told me firmly to bend over on my knees. I recall her finger, rubbing a bit of vasoline around my rectum, as if she was examining it, then she slowly and gently inserted it, a little at first, then more and more until she had it all in. I was loving the attention and I think she knew it. She then gave me the warm gentle enema with a bag, slowly and loving, but firm. It got pretty full but it felt good at the same time. I miss those days, I associate enema cramps with my mother's love.

I don't recall taking the full bag. She had me hold it while laying on her bed for a bit then I was allowed to go to the bathroom. My m then told me that if I don't feel well, or if I need help going to the bathroom, to come to her.

I recall a few other occasions with the bag at the old house, but not many. We moved into a new house when I was in the 3rd grade and I watched as my little brother got his first enema. The experience really turned me on and made me feel a little jealous. I must have been around 10. I was getting erections by this time, but did not yet have pubic hair. I was feeling really curious and somehow worked up the courage to tell my mom that I had a tummy ache and hadn't gone poo for a day or so. She gave me the bag and this time she tried to make me take more and more. But I still didn't take the whole bag. Later that day, while having a bath being completely naked, she was hanging the bag on the shower curtain rod to dry, and she asked me if I had ever masturbated. I did not know what she was talking about. I thought that she meant sticking things up my but. She then said the “masturbation is ok.” I would find that out but later on.

I never got an enema with a bulb, it was always with the bag. I think my first enema was a couple of pints. I think the amount increased over the years, but never got the full bag. When I started giving myself enemas around 12 or 13 years old, I took the full two quarts without a problem. If I had time, I'd release the enema and then give myself another 2 quarts.