How Does Mom Decide When to Give an Enema

The power of observation, not easy to trick ones mum easily. Mother's (most) are quite perceptive

Basically i'd say its more intuition by a concerned mother for a childs overall wellbeing

Around 5-6 . During a long car ride and not felling good, Mom said that I was gonna get “ the spritz ” / bulb when we got home.

My mother never needed much of an excuse to administer a warm soapsuds enema. She was a single mother who had been widowed early and she thought she had a ‘mission’ to keep her boys healthy. Part of that was making sure their bowels worked. So, if you were sick, you got an enema. After all, she figured, “It couldn't hurt.” She also took enemas herself, so she was no stranger to the red bag.

Sometimes, she would say, “You look a little out of sorts. I think you could use a good enema.” That was that, you did not argue with the little woman because resistance was futile. You soon found yourself bent over the bathtub, full red Davol bag hanging on the towel rack, black nozzle in your behind, and a dose of Ivory soapsuds flowing into your guts. He enemas were gentle, but always thorough.

Like others, my memory triggers are the scents of Ivory soap and Ponds Cold Cream.

My grandmother decided when I had to have an enema and I had no alternative, my mother usually confirmed the need for a good enema. My sister, on the other hand, went to the bathroom spontaneously every morning .... grrrrrrr !!

Didn't get very many enemas growing up, but I vividly remember my mother telling me I needed one even though I had already pooped that day. She was determined to give me one for what ever reason…..I think maybe she just taken an enema, and thought that since the equipment was already out, why not use it!

Mom was a firm believer in daily bowel movements and and had a keen eye (and nose) on our bathroom habits. As children, we were not allowed to lock the bathroom door and mom would occasionally walk right in and ask to see what we were “making.” If the toilet was empty and we had been in there awhile, we could pretty much count on her preparing a basin of soapy water and getting the bulb syringe out to give us “a little help.” There was no “weekly schedule” that some here experienced, but for many years growing up we all got 1 or 2 enemas a month. At the slightest hint of constipation, expelling foul gas, any illness that required staying home from school, and sometimes just because it had been awhile since the last one. I recall several times that when the bag came out for an enema for one of us, it became an opportunity for her to administer enemas to others. She didn't really need a valid reason because being “cleaned out” was just a part of growing up back then.

I hated enemas so I always tried to hide being constipated but after day two she’d usually catch me pushing in the bathroom and I’d get a fleet

When my siblings an I were kids if mom, grandma, or our aunt suspected we were constipated. We were taken to the bathroom, put across their lap and given a digital recital exam. If we were found constipated we got a soapy enema, then a salt and baking soda rinse enema. If found not constipated by grandma or our aunt, they offered us a rinse enema anyway. Which we were free to refuse. Sometimes we took their offer, other times we didn’t. With mom, it was only once in a while, an it wasn’t an offer. It was what she was going to do.

As i have mentioned in the past, I was first introduced to “a one pint soapy enema” at home, prior to my tonsillectomy around age 7. I received another one in the medical facility where it took place, AND another one at home that the doctor recommended “if I hadn't had a bowel movement” after 2 days. After that my mother would sometimes threaten me with an enema, if I wasn't behaving properly, which she did give to me on one or two occasions. I know there were “infant & child” glycerin suppositories in the medicine cabinet ( the long thin ones), but I don't recall her using them on me. I was an only child, so she must have used them for me I guess, when I was constipated?" I am still simply fascinated and aroused by just thinking about enemas and suppositories and their purpose, to force people to have a bowel movement.

@mar1978 did your mother and grandmother check you went number two?

It wasn't so much my mother, it was my grand parents. I was always asked if I had a bowel movement recently. I think that was one of the most important things in life. I remember seeing various bottled laxatives in their refrigerator. I also remember a jar of some kind of chocolate tasting laxative. My grandmother wanted to give me an enema but I refused, she said just a little one. I wish I had taken her up on it.

When I stayed at their house, I would go snooping. In one of my grandfather's drawers found a colon tube, about 18 inches. Had no idea what it was at the time, now I know. My grandmother had a red thing, I asked what it was, she told me it was a syringe. I think they were into enemas but that was then. Perhaps it was in my inherited genes. the hoseman1