Age and enema volume

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.

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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.

I have previously posted details of my personal experience, so I am not going to reiterate details. Please feel free to read my Wall.

However, in this post I will mention the basic details so as to help answer the question of; "Age And Enema Volume."

As previously posted, enemas were not a routine practice in my household, so I was only introduced to them (they were introduced to me) in a hospital in Rome when I was four years old because I needed to undergo eight surgeries at six moths intervals up to the age of eight. Apparently, for that time and place it was still a standard requirement for a patient to have a enema prior to surgery, or at least that was the way it was done with me and the other boys who were also scheduled for elective surgery.

However, because it was not always the custom to dignify a child patient with any knowledge as to what was to be done to their body, the nurses who gave me my enemas never explained anything to me, and I do not recall any of them explaining anything to any other boy. Therefore, I can only speculate based on my surviving memories and knowledge gained over many decades of personal experimentation (self administration) with enemas.

Consequentially, I believe that those enemas administered to me in that hospital would have been around 200-250 ml in volume, and I don't think that the volume was increased as I got older because it felt like they always took the same amount of time to administer. Also, they were given to me (and the other boys) whilst in the vertical position using a colon tube attached to a suspended glass/plastic canister via a long hose. Thus a 200-250 ml dose would have been the practical amount of volume that my young small colon could take in that position, and a sufficient volume required to flush out the last 1/3 of it. Those enemas were only designed to force us boys to go to the toilet and discard the remains of the previous breakfast and lunch which by then would have been loitering in the lower sections of the colon.

There was one time when for several reasons I was given an enema with a bulb for which I believe I was given more at least 500 ml, but I am not able to substantiate that volume because as usual the nurse never provided information.

As an eight-year-old little boy growing up in the 1950s mom gave me my first enema over her lap in her bedroom using her pink feminine syringe, which probably held 2 quarts total, but she only filled it up halfway. In those days, it was considered one of the steps mothers took to prevent their children from getting polio. I surely didn't want to get polio so I cooperated with her and let her give me my very first, enema which I will never forget, because it turned out to be a pleasant experience that got me hooked on liking getting enemas ever since. When I turned 13, she bought me my own open top enema bag, which could contain 2 quarts. When she brought it home from the drugstore, she set it up in her bedroom and invited me in to try it out. She said I was a big boy now and it was time for you to get big boy enemas. Her philosophy, which was shared by many nurses in the 1950s, was that a good enema was always one that filled not only the rectum, but also the colon as well. Some 30 years later after I was married, my mother-in-law who was also a retired RN gave me what she called a high enema, which was almost 4 quarts. She made me take the whole bag and it took almost 20 minutes, but afterwards I really felt I had been thoroughly cleaned out.

@jofesig said,

Her philosophy, which was shared by many nurses in the 1950s, was that a good enema was always one that filled not only the rectum, but also the colon as well. Some 30 years later after I was married, my mother-in-law who was also a retired RN gave me what she called a high enema, which was almost 4 quarts. She made me take the whole bag and it took almost 20 minutes, but afterwards I really felt I had been thoroughly cleaned out.

You just described what my retired RN grandmother called a 3H enema. Which means High Hot & Helluva lot. The first time she gave me a 3H enema, I was eight years old, a month or so before I turned nine. At the time, when she or one of our aunts gave us a normal enema, it was only one quart. During my first 3H enema, the soapy enema was two quarts using a 24-inch colon tube. And the rinse enema was two quarts with salt and baking soda added using the a long curved douche nozzle. My siblings and I liked getting enemas, but grandmas 3H enemas were no fun. However, when she finished, we were cleaned out cecum to rectum. And it really felt good being that clean. My siblings and I, including our two teenage aunts, all got 3H enemas from her every June after school was out for the summer. The evening following our the 3H enemas, we all received a daily rinse enema at bath time for a minimum of a week. This job fell to our teenage aunts, because our routine enemas were their responsibility. Making evening bath time convenient to take care of us, including themselves.

@jofesig said:

In those days, it was considered one of the steps mothers took to prevent their children from getting polio.

I recall that, and that may have been part of the reason why my mom gave me enemas, too. I remember the black and white images of iron lungs as a way to keep people alive (which I also believe was one of the main issues used in the March of Dimes campaigns way back when). I was old enough to remember getting the shots (in the butt) when they became available. I also had lots of issues with tonsilitis that I also think contributed to my enema routines.

And maybe, just maybe, my mom like giving them to me. Because, I remember them quite fondly.

@Enema_Runner said,

I recall that, and that may have been part of the reason why my mom gave me enemas, too.

Because @jofesig said,

In those days, it was considered one of the steps mothers took to prevent their children from getting polio.

I can also recall that. Whenever we showed the first signs of getting sick, mom, grandma, or aunts gave us a couple of enemas. If we came down with a cold or the flu, it was daily enemas until the illness passed. And it wasn’t just for the sick one, our siblings got daily enemas as a prophylactic until it passes. This wasn’t just from mom or grandma either. If the doctor made a house call and we were sick, he ordered daily enemas for the one sick and prophylactic enemas for the rest of us until it passed. I can remember a few times when we got daily enemas for over a month. People today, don’t understand what it was like during the nineteen fifties before the Polio vaccine was available.

People today, don’t understand what it was like during the nineteen fifties before the Polio vaccine was available.

@Rick6981

So true. There was palpable fear associated with polio and even "polio seasons" to worry about.

At least smallpox had been eradicated on the North American continent by the time I was born. But I was still inoculated against it to make sure that it didn't return.

In my research of the Spanish influenza pandemic a couple of years ago, I found that enemas were also one of the recommended treatments.