Were you ever at a friends or relatives house when an enema was being given?

I lived in a small town where enemas were given as common as giving aspirin. On many occasions I would be playing my friends bedroom when her mom would lead her sister into the bathroom where a bulb syringe was waiting. I could also hear the child complaining or crying as the enema was administered.

On a couple of occasions I actually saw first hand the enema administered. The first time my best friend Patty and I were going to her house after school to ask her mom if we could go looking around for clothes at a local store. When we entered her house her mom was in the nursery attending to her baby brother. When we walked the room her brother was on top of the changing table lying on his back and legs geld up by his ankles while Patty's mom held a rectal thermometer in her bother's fanny. Patty started to ask her mom if we could go to the store when the thermometer was removed, Patty's mom said that we could go but first watch her brother while she prepared an enema.

The second enema I saw when my cousin Pam and me were going to study in her bedroom on day after school. As we were passing her parents bedroom the door was open and we saw the neighbor lady laying on her side on the bed as Pam's mom squeezed the contents of the bulb into the neighbor. Pam and I quietly went to her bedroom as her mom gave the enema. After 20 minutes or so we could hear the neighbor expelling the enema in the bathroom.

Yes my cousin Marsha. I remember her complaining and crying. It was her first. After it was over she came into the room and didn't say a word.

When I was a kid my 3 younger boy cousins and I would spend the Easter holidays at my grandparents' home and my mother and aunt would give us 4 boys enemas one after the other to empty us out as part of a "Spring Cleaning". While one of us was sitting on the toilet expelling, the next boy would be kneeling in the bathtub being given his enema.

I was staying with my cousin for a few days during the summer. We were in his room when my aunt came in with two large towels which she layed out on his bed. She told my cousin to get undressed and lay on the towels. Then she left the room. From my own experiences at home, I knew what was coming and so did my cousin. He did as he was told. His mother returned with a full enema bag and syringe and a jar of petroleum jelly. She asked me to hold the bag while she lubed the syringe and inserted into my cousins rectum. The she told him to lay still and started the enema. When the enema was finished she had my cousin hold it for what seemed like a long time and then she let him go to the bathroom to expel it. She took the bag from me and told me to undress and lay on the towels. It was my turn.

I was about six and staying with my aunt. Her youngest son, who was about five years older than I ,was responsible for looking after me. One day he was not feeling well and early in the afternoon my aunt told him to go to the upstairs bathroom and give himself an enema. Apparently he had done this many times before. He proceeded to the bathroom , filled the two quart bas and hung it on a low hook adjacent to the toilet. His father came in and lubricated the nozzle with Vaseline. My cousin proceeded to retrieve some comic books before he removed his pants and lowered his underwear before he lay down on his stomach on towels placed adjacent to the toilet. He then proceeded to insert the nozzle into his rectum and start the enema. He stopped the enema when he had taken about a third of the bag. It took three fillings before he emptied the bag.

I would visit a friend in Texarkana TX after she moved from our small town and she would visit me too in the summer. Our Mom's were good friends and both nurses. I saw her get an enema with a bulb syringe one time and she saw me a few times getting my enemas with the two quart bag!

I was hidden in the house one morning and watched my mom give a neighbor lady three enemas. I was in a trance watching the attractive woman strip off her clothes, lie in the bed and reach back and spread her hips to receive a good lubing and large nozzle insertion before my mom raised the full bag and let it drain in to the lady's behind. When she stood up, she marveled at her full tummy as she rubbed it and told my mom how full she felt. The next bag was administered as she was lying on her back with knees bent and feet high in the air. It was the first time I had seen a grown woman naked. Her thick pubic hair was a revelation. Her last full was given up on her knees with her butt high in the air.

I was in California staying at my cousins house with my mother and my sister for my Uncles funeral. My mom was pregnant with my younger brother. It was 1957 or 58 so I was 8 years old. In the middle of the stay my oldest cousin had a appendix emergency and required an emergency appendectomy. It was announced that my aunt would have to give him an enema because he needed surgery immediately. I knew when the enema was given, I never saw it, but did see the bag hanging in the bathroom to dry afterwords.

The next day when my cousin was in the hospital, My other cousins and I were dropped off at disneyland and my mom and aunt went on to the hospital. What a treat my first trip to disneyland.

I remember a lot of talk about the enema and the need for it before surgery. Up to that point we had all only experienced the bum bulb, so seeing the enema bag was a surprise. My cousin was 14 I think.

When my siblings and I were growing up in the nineteen fifties, it wasn’t unusual to see douche/enema bags hanging up in friend's bathrooms or they ours. Enemas were commonplace and given for a variety of reasons. Some got enemas on a weekly basis and others, like us, got enemas when needed. Tho we never saw our friends get an enema, nor they us, we all knew about each other getting enemas from our respective moms. Primary, because our moms liked to talk, so it wasn’t unusual to overhear them talking to one another about giving us an enema or a spanking. Hence, we knew when our friend's got an enema or a spanking, and they knew the same thing about us. Making it prime teasing information.

Arrived at a friend's house after school and heard a sister of my friend crying in the bathroom pleading with her mother to stop. My friend told me that her sister was getting a good enema from her mom. The pleading went on for about 15 minutes when the mom emerged from the bathroom. Latter I went into the bathroom and saw the 8oz red bulb syringe drying on the vanity.

@Kathy4161 Excuse a naive question. 8 floz is about 24 cl, right? So this means multiple injections? Or perhaps one is enough, with soapy water?

When I was young I was in many different homes during enema time and seen many different cousins , male and female, receiving a enema from their mother. I also received a enema when I was visiting my cousins house and it was enema time for my cousin. Usually they were over moms lap receiving the enema, sometimes they were grunting while the water was filling them up and other times they were silent. When I was a teenager to my mid twenties enemas were still very common and I witnessed two different ladies at different times give their dog a enema because the dog hadn’t pooped for a while, they were Enema Queens. Their children received regular enemas. I would hear the stories about how well their kids would take the enemas or complain about them. Sometimes they were funny tales. One story I recall from one of the Enema Queen moms is that she trained her children to take enemas themselves. Her children were there listening to the story and said her daughters always did very well at enema time and never complained. However her son would always complain about enemas. One time she went into the bathroom during her son’s enema time to check up on him and she caught him draining the bag directly into the toilet. She was furious so she took out her large nozzle douche bulb, filled it and began giving him a Enema with it. She never said how many bulb fulls she gave him. Then his sisters chimed into the conversation and said he was crying and saying “take it out”, “take it out” and his sisters were laughing away about it. There were a few of us there listening to her story and all of us were snickering while her son who received the punishment enema from his mother face turned beet red from embarrassment and had a look of humiliation on his face as his mother told the story to us. It was a different time and world then.

I was never at a friends or relatives house when an enema was being given, but many, many times back in the 50's and 60's I would see the equipment on display in their bathrooms. Bag and hose with attached nozzle hanging up to dry out or bulb syringe on the sink or counter, I saw plenty. And our house was no different. Quite titillating for a young enthusiast! My imagination ran wild thinking about who got it and how was it given (and imagining it was given to me).

This probably counts...

I saw my cousin Pete getting an enema from his mom. Quite a few times as a matter of fact.

I saw it because I was lying next to him on his bed waiting for my enema. These occurred during my summer visits ages 10 to 12.

My aunt was giving me enemas at the direction of my mom (her sister) because she was giving me regular enemas at home. My aunt decided her son Pete (same age) would probably benefit from an enema as well. He complained a bit the first time but ended up going with the flow. Getting enemas with a friend is more fun than just yourself.

When I was growing up in Australia in the 60’s my parents travelled. I went to a lot of homes and many a time there was a small bulb enema in the bathroom. I was pleasantly surprised when on 2 occasions I discovered 2 larger bulbs red with black nozzles. Which were combination Douche syringe with Enema nozzle included.

I often think back to the women in those homes❤️

@crano Did they have vaginal douche nozzles installed on these bulbs?

Sadly I was never at a house where an enema was happening☺️

Yes they both had the whirling spray nozzle end and another had a Bakelite enema nozzle well used I recall.🫣

I saw my brothers and a cousin receiving enemas. My brother hated it and listened to the protests far away, my sister just accepted it.

Not exactly, at home one day my little sister was given an enema. I hated them but still wanted to watch. What I remember is the black nozzle inserted into her anus, with a huge gob of vaseline where the nozzle went in. Vaseline is yellow colored but I noticed that it appeared kind of white, will always stick in my mind.

When one of the kids in the neighborhood was getting an enema, the word got out, no secrets there. The mothers helped eachother, in my case, to hold me down.

There was a young girl down the street who would be getting one, can't remember her age, around five or so. I was trying to find a way to peek into the window to watch the procedure, but it didn't happen.

At home with relatives, yes, several times. My stepsister occasionally received enemas, and I was often there at home. Although I never witnessed them directly. Never with friends. It happened once at my girlfriend's house, where her mother was administering an enema to her younger sister. I remember her crying.

I don't recall being over to see friends when they got an enema but relative yes from cousins to nieces and nephews.

I saw quite a few enema apparatus' but none of them in use.

Enemas were pretty rare by my day, but I did overhear a friends sister being given a suppository once.

I was 15 and taking homework from school to my best friend Lynda was home in bed after being in the hospital. We were talking in her bedroom when her mother kept coming in to check on us. She left a big fluffy towel on the bed. Finally, Lynda told me that I should leave because her mother was going to give her an enema. The towel was going to go under her bottom. She wasn’t looking forward to having the enema. I never saw anything, but when I passed the bathroom next to Lynda’s room, I could hear her mother running water, presumably into an enema bag.

No

Not that I know of.

I didn't even know what they were until high school.

My friend from across the street in the late 1960s had 4 older sisters and one younger sister. It was no secret the their mother gave them all enemas. The enema can and hose was always hanging in the bathtub. One day my friend, his younger sister and I were watching cartoons and the mother came in to the tv room and told the sister that it was time. She protested a for a few minutes but was then reluctantly persuaded by the mother to go to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom there was more pleading and a little bit of commotion. I couldn't help but walk down the hallway. Sure enough the bathroom door was open far enough that I could peek in. The sister was bent over the tub with the enema tip in her rear and the mother was holding the plastic enema can high enough over her buttocks to get the water flowing. She was begging the mother to stop because she couldn't hold it any longer. The mother pulled the tip out of the sister's rear and put the whole enema assembly in the tub. By this time I had gone back to the tv room but I could hear the sister expel her enema into the toilet. To this day I have been turned on by the sister and her enema!

My sister's enemas were the only ones I "witnessed" (mainly I overheard; occasionally I got a glimpse). Those were at home, with a notable exception. One time when we were visiting our grandparents, my sister complained of having a stomachache. Grandma insisted on giving her an enema. My sister hated the idea and my mom seemed lukewarm about it, but grandma won out. Soon the three of them were in the upstairs bathroom. I imagined my sister naked from the waist down, kneeling on the bathroom floor, head down and butt up, a big nozzle up her backside, being given a big soapy enema. I couldn't get close enough to hear well because grandpa was roaming around.

I know that many of my friends and cousins were given enemas by their parents, but I was never lucky enough to be at their homes while their enemas were being administered. I occasionally saw evidence of a recent enema--for example, an enema bag hanging in a bathroom to dry--but that wasn't much of a consolation prize.

I know my cousins (my mom's sister's kids) got enemas. I saw a bulb syringe in their bathroom, and my cousin Susie told me she sometimes got enemas. But I never saw them getting them, and they never saw me getting mine.

Only one school friend saw me get an enema. In junior high, my friend down the street often stayed at my house until her parents got home from work. We had about two hours, and we usually did our homework or watched TV. One day in class, I felt very crampy and bloated, and I just knew that I needed an enema. I told my friend to go home for about a half hour, but she insisted on staying with me. I admitted that I needed an enema and thought that she would watch TV while I did it, but she followed me right into the bathroom. It didn't bother me as we had seen each other naked before while changing into and out of swimsuits. So as I ran the water to warm it up and dropped my shoes, jeans and panties on the floor, she sat on the edge of the tub and watched. I filled the bulb and standing at the sink, squeezed it in. She watched intently as I refilled the bulb and gave myself another one. As I sat on the toilet, the questions began. Why do you do that? How often do you do that? What does it feel like with the water in your butt? When I was finished on the toilet, I gave myself another couple of bulbs to be sure I was empty. Then she asked, What happens if you don't need an enema? I replied if there is no poop, then just the water comes out. I refilled the bulb and extended it towards her. She hesitated for a moment but then her clothes were on the floor with mine. You should have seen her eyes as she squeezed her first enema into her butt. She sat on the toilet and when it came out, she said she was surprised how much poop there was, considering she did not feel like she had to poop. I cleaned up while she was on the toilet, and then we did our homework. We did not discuss those enemas, but a week or two later we had no homework and we were trying to decide what to do when she asked, "Can we do that enema thing?"