Enemas in the 1960's

I don't think my parents had any exposure to things like herbal enemas either.

For my father, about as "Alternative" as it got was the Fleet Mineral Oil enema, in the 1970s

For my Mom I also don't think there was much in the way of "alternative medicine" either. At least not as far as I know

I realize this was probably not until the late 1960s,-early 1970s but did anyone ever take an enema on a waterbed?

Hundreds of times and I still do. In 1990 we bought a house that came with a king size waterbed which is still in use.

I was not around that far back. My parents were children. They did not even know about each other. They met in the mid 1970s

I was not around that far back. My parents were children. They did not even know about each other. They met in the mid 1970s

I had a waterbed back in the day. I did give my wife a fleet or two on it. It wasn't very good for knee chest or doggie because your knees would sink into the bed. It was great for sex though because you gave a thrust and got 3 back from the waves. The good ole days!

I have many fond memories of enemas in the 60's. Those last enemas from mom, then the self-administered ones that mom would prepare for me, and getting the the bulb or the fountain syringe equipment out for those enema and masturbation sessions as a young teen in the tub during evening baths. Fun times during those formative years ultimately led me to this site.

I had a waterbed back in the day. I did give my wife a fleet or two on it. It wasn't very good for knee chest or doggie because your knees would sink into the bed. It was great for sex though because you gave a thrust and got 3 back from the waves. The good ole days!

I never liked a waterbed. They were too soft, you were at the mercy of being rocked by the waves instead of making your own rhythm and I just didn't like it. There is nothing like a good inner spring mattress to have rebound on your thrusts for good hard fucking. Foam beds also suck. Their surface is just dead.

I took many enemas on my waterbed. Prone position, legs apart enjoying both the warmth beneath and inside me. Intense orgasms as the bag emptied. Hung the bag from a swag hook in the ceiling. It was white and not easily noticed. Took some skill to loop the hanging cord on to it to suspend my classic amber folding syringe. I had a water bed from 1971 to 1976. Not great for sex but fine for sleeping. Got rid of it when we moved to a house with wooden flooring on pier and beam.

The mid-1960's with the British music invasion that ushered in the error of mini skirts - that was heaven for those of us who loved sexy legs and panty crotch shots.

As you age, and you have babies, lift growing children, help your husband with house painting by getting right up on the ladder just like he does. Help him move furniture, all the other lifting you have to do. The heels, the girdles, the whole of life, it adds up and age changes your physiology your back and knees are not the same as they were when you were 16.

By the time you are 30 you need a level of support that buoyancy alone (as in waterbed) is simply not enough, you need real SUPPORT a waterbed just can't deliver

After many, many years of having a waterbed, we finally had to get rid of it because it didn't provide the support for my girlfriend after having hip surgery. Besides, when our 83 pound dobie jumps on the bed, the waves would just about knock us off. We ran an advertisement in craig's list, a young couple came over, were excited about it, and I just couldn't take their money. It found a good home.

We went through several liners and several frames, I had many enemas on that bed, lots of old memories. the hoseman1

Always wanted a waterbed but never had one. Many apartments disallow them too.

Lots of enemas in the 1960s and mid 1970s

I just found out that one of the changes from the 1950s to the 1960s is the increased number and sophistication of television ads for laxatives.

That whole category really made big leaps forward in sophistication in the early and mid 1960s.

It's hard to objectively prove, but there HAD to be an impact on enema usage from this

For me, the golden age of enemas ended by the mid-1960's. It became a time of burn the bra, get rid of girdles and enema bags sadly.

My Mom wore 60s style girdles well into the 1980s

I grew up in the upper Midwest which has traditionally been more conservative than the coasts, especially California. We saw pictures on TV from San Francisco and the like but my friends and I did not follow most of that. I hated bell-bottoms. I did not wear the really short mini skirts but I did wear skirts well above the knee which concerned my mother to no end. Everyone wore pantyhose for dress, which was quite expensive and frustrating.

I was too young to pay attention to enema trends from the 50's to the 60's but I do know there were lots of changes in the 70's. When I was close to delivering my first child my mother warned me that I would probably get a large, hot, soapy enema in the labor room. Not trying to scare me since she knew I knew a bit about enemas, but more of a heads-up thing. I got a Fleet. I don't remember much about it other than I got a Fleet instead of a big bag. I had other things on my mind at the time. In the following years I did notice the selection of bags and bulbs in the local drugstores really dropped and the disposables such as Fleet seemed to be everywhere. It was a time when my enemas for pleasure took on a new importance. As a new mother, I had little time to myself and I started using my daughter's afternoon nap time as an opportunity for an enema and to "let my fingers do the walking". It worked for a while until the second one came along and it seemed they would not both be napping at the same time. At least not long enough.

I grew up in the midwest and was in high school and college during the late 60's and early 70's. I received enemas at home until the mid-60's but had been giving them to myself for some time. I was not into bell bottoms, at least on me, but was a avid admirer or short skirts.

I was released from Active Duty from the U.S. Army on June 18, 1965, at Fort Riley Kansas. It was like a new world when I returned a few days later to my home in San Diego California. I recall going to the beach. The swimming pools on base had only been open a few weeks so had not much sun exposure. Only an hour on the beach gave me the worst sunburn of my life. I may have got my skin cancer from that event.

I was a teenager in the early 60's and got about a dozen soapsuds enemas every year. Most were when I was sick enough to be kept home from school, with an occasional one when a dose of laxative at bedtime didn't make me go as soon as I woke up in the morning. Then my mother gave me a glycerin suppository first to try and make me go, but if I still hadn't gone in about 20 minutes she would give me an enema. I also got 2 enemas every year during the Easter holidays as part of a "Spring Cleaning". That involved several doses of laxatives (prunes stewed in senna tea followed by a big dose of Castor Oil at bedtime on the Wednesday after Easter), a soapsuds enema Thursday morning, 3 doses of worm medicine through the day on an empty stomach with a small glass of senna tea to wash each one down, then a big dose of Epsom Salts at bedtime, and another soapsuds enema with a teaspoonful of turpentine on Friday morning to clear out any worms that the worm medicine and laxatives hadn't already flushed out of my bowels.