Enemas for Attitude adjustment

No never, but l know that enemas and other medical procedures were used as punishment and/or behavior control in some orphanages.

Growing up we were never given an enema, but mom’s punishment was maybe a bit worse. If my sister or I dared talk back, or sass, either our mom or dad, we were in big trouble.

The offending party, sometimes both of us, were taken into the kitchen. There mom got out her box of Ex-Lax and there we were presented our dose of agony which we took in front of mom, then afterwards. we were sent off to our rooms. No phones, no video games, just laying there and waiting for it to work.

The offending party, sometimes both of us, were taken into the kitchen. There mom got out her box of Ex-Lax and there we were presented our dose of agony which we took in front of mom, then afterwards. we were sent off to our rooms. No phones, no video games, just laying there and waiting for it to work.

Wow that must have been intense, something I may need.. Nice story

Mom knew I loved enemas so they were out of the question for attitude adjustment! I was either switched,paddled or grounded for having a bad attitude about something.

@Tillie How many hours of diarrhea did it mean?

I only got three enemas growing up. The first two were for fevers and the third was kid of a punishment. I became obsessed with enemas. I think my mother knew but it was never discussed. When I was 13, in the summer, I was being particularly difficulty or bratty - nothing was right, nothing to do, etc. My mother said to me, “If you want an enema, I'll give you an enema.” And that is what she did. On one hand I wanted it and on the other I was totally scared of it. As I expelled, she told me, when done, to come downstairs and to do my assigned summer reading.

I began to give my self enemas around 14/15. Initially, they were just a source of getting hard and getting off. When I started to play with guys, it was pretty much the same thing. As I have gotten older, my play has morphed more into age/role play and the idea of a punishment or an attitude adjustment has worked its way into my scenes. I'm sure it is reliving my growing up. Interestingly, it is very much mental as I am not really into pain or cramps. I love the verbal back and forth and being made to take my punishment (of course, the initial no, no, no change once the enema starts to yes, yes, yes).

My wife will give me a good strong soapy enema if she feels I’m getting a little to much,,,enemas definitely put me in a very submissive and wea place,,,

My wife will give me a good strong soapy enema if she feels I’m getting a little to much,,,enemas definitely put me in a very submissive and wea place,,,

LL,

From your earlier writings here, I gather your wife is still putting you through a process of (voluntary/mutually agreed) feminization, most notably including giving you quite a few enemas. What are you referring to here - getting a little too much what? Attitude? Rebellious or Non-feminine? And perhaps a typo in your second comment - did you mean “enemas definitely put you in a very submissive and WEAK place”? Which (correct me if I’m wrong) you really enjoy? (I definitely do, receiving an enema when acting sub to my Switch GF’s Domme.

Thanks,

Eric

Back when I would find myself alone during the day I would fill up the hot water bottle enema bag so it was really bulging and then I'd role play; loudly telling myself while marching myself into the bathroom that I needed attitude adjustment.

When the day for my weeklies rolls around, I start off lackluster, tired, and often well out of sorts. As preparations begin I'm forced to focus on the tasks and my needs. Things turn positive. After two lovely high volume enemas, I feel empty, clean and refreshed with that sense of well being.

That's what I'd call an attitude adjustment.

This is not my experience, just a translation of some else's story. The text was orginally posted on Polish website where people add their anonymous stores/confessions. (link: https://anonimowe.pl/SIa4B).

The author highlights that he does NOT approve described methods. Me neither 😃

When he was a kid, during probably 1980s, he was a terrible fussy eater. Despite parents' best efforts he despised all the food they prepared. He was even taking pleassure beating them, terrorizing, throwing food, spilling soups, etc. With serious underweight he was taken to psychologists, then to psychiatrist. Nothing helped.

Untill one day his mother lost her temper. She threatened that if he does not finish his tomato soup he will get it injected through his ass. This promise did not impress him, but that was a mistake. His mom took an enema bulb, filled it with already cold soup and with a help of her sister injected it to author's butt.

Yes, it was a terrible method of altitude adjustement but the author sasys he does not have trauma and behariour changed drasticly. With memory of this incident he made a 180-degree turn and stopped making fuss about eating.

When we aren't feeling 100% we might be a bit grumpy. If the cause happens to be a sluggish feeling, bloatedness, or cramping an enema may be the perfect answer. I wrote earlier that I'm dead set against enemas as punishment and I still stand by that. When done under the right circumstances a good enema not only deals with the physiological but also the emotional aspects of our well-being.

Often my mother was a firm believer all bad behavior must be because you are constipated and needed a good clean out. Soap sticks were inserted first, followed by enemas.

@zajondz

The incident you describe is interesting, but really not abuse as described. In the 1980s, enemas were routine.

An enema of cold tomato soup would certainly be an attention getter but unless the soup were very spicy or something, it would do nothing much more than an equivalent enema of warm water. I very much doubt it would be anything like an M&M, for example.

If the kid didn't know he'd been given the soup, it might come as a shock when he saw the red poo.

YMMV

You may say curiosity kills me but I wonder who got more of these attitude enemas. I'm going to place my bet on the girls

As my Dad still reminds me, his Dad told him: "It's only fatal to felines!"

There currently is an ad running on TV for Dulcolax that refers to “Cranky-pated”, of being cranky due to constipation. I find it interesting that they admit that can be a real situation for some, although the remedy has changed over the years. Those of us of a certain age can remember when the remedy for being cranky was likely an enema. Now it is a pill, or in this case, a soft-chew?

But an enema for attitude adjustment is real. I sometimes use it myself. It remembered it worked when I was a kid, and after I retired, I sometimes got to feeling down when bad weather or something prevented me from doing something interesting with my time, other than watch TV. So when my wife decided to go to the supermarket or shopping with one of her friends, I decided to take the time to give myself a leisurely enema. Amazing how much better I felt after! Who said a good enema can't improve your attitude and disposition.

When we aren't feeling 100% we might be a bit grumpy. If the cause happens to be a sluggish feeling, bloatedness, or cramping an enema may be the perfect answer. I wrote earlier that I'm dead set against enemas as punishment and I still stand by that. When done under the right circumstances a good enema not only deals with the physiological but also the emotional aspects of our well-being.

Emom is exactly right. When we aren't feeling 100% it does affect our emotions. A good enema does take some time to do properly and that in itself has a calming effect. Just being alone and pampering myself with a good cleaning out removes me from some of chaos. An enema is good medicine.

@Emom When we aren't feeling 100% we might be a bit grumpy. If the cause happens to be a sluggish feeling, bloatedness, or cramping an enema may be the perfect answer. … When done under the right circumstances a good enema not only deals with the physiological but also the emotional aspects of our well-being.

Emom’s description is a treasure. The connection between our brain and our “gut” (actually, I dislike that word) is real. And I loved talking with my naturopath about my digestive health, particularly when she said there is absolutely a link between my G.I. tract and my brain — and we should not discount the “emotional highs some women experience after an enema” (her words). I have felt this enough times through the years, when I’ve been feeling down and not myself, and a good enema cleanse has helped me out of a funk.

I believe in enemas for attitude adjustment. Whether It’s for bad behavior, stress or bowel or gut issues a good enema series relieves stress, gives you a sense of cleanliness and well being, removes toxins from your body and simply makes you refreshed.

When my siblings an I were kids, a bad attitude was a guaranteed enema from mom or grandma. With mom, all three of us got an enema, however with grandma, it was only the one with the bad attitude. As preteens, after grandma taught us personal hygiene and we started giving each other enemas, we continued the practice whenever one of us got a bad attitude. After I got married, my wife and I used enemas whenever either of us got a bad attitude. Once we had kids of our own, it worked for them, as well as their parents. Correcting a bad attitude without fail.

As a kid my mom would often threaten enemas if I was acting up and being a brat. Plenty of times I made her deliver on her threat. I was probably often constipated, but I got them for attitude adjustment regardless. Before puberty I didn't like the feeling of things moving around in my butt, so my mom would prolong my being lubed with her finger or she would spin the nozzle around in me until I settled down and told her I would behave

I hated that punishment until puberty flicked my switch. Then the feelings were very different albeit confusing. I acted up a lot in the early stages of puberty, maybe for more chances to experience those feelings. The jig was up when my mom found me orgasming from it. No more punishment enemas after that, just video games or internet taken away instead.

My mom had to take my siblings for a doctor appointment and told our nanny/caregiver to give me an enema for an attitude adjustment because I was suspended at school 1-day for starting a fight. Our nanny had been with the family for about 5 years and mostly cared for my younger siblings. I was thirteen at the time, had started puberty at eleven and hadn’t been naked in front of the nanny for three years. Was an obnoxious teenager at the same time self conscious about the physical changes I was going through. I put up a fight and told her no way. So the nanny said okay we would skip the enema but I had to calm down she would make some tea for me. I was one of those kids who were hyperactive and prescribed tranquilizers. Unbeknownst to me she dissolved one in the tea and I drank it. The nanny comes in my room about forty five minutes later I am VERY relaxed, non combative. She was very much into control and told me I was going to have my enema. The hot soapy enema was on a hook in the room connected to a female douche. I had mixed emotions of betrayal, submission and arousal all at the same time. I was helpless about what was going to happen. The nanny had this Mona Lisa smile as she slowly undressed me. She took off my underwear and commented I was hairy for such a young teen Not to worry it would be our secret. She put a bed pan under me, applied Vaseline on the nozzLe and inserted it and opened the clamp and let the water flow. I cramped half way through she clamped the tube and gave me a belly rub accidentally touching my penis and I got hard. i finished the bag and fell asleep. I awoke with clean pajamas on and my mother at my bed. The nanny said everything went well no problems and my mom thanked me for being cooperative. I never got suspended from school again but that wasted last enema I got from the nanny.

My parents often scolded me for being ‘rebellious’, and accused me of backtalk and disrespecting them, so I think my mom gave me enemas to correct this perceived attitude, or at least to give me regular reminders that she was boss. I didn't need them medically because I didnt have constipation problems. I was certainly more docile and compliant after an enema, but only because I was tired out from the fight; the effect didn't last long though. If they (includes a few close relatives) thought they could change my personality using oppressive treatments, it really backfired on them when I hit puberty.

Mom always seemed to know if I needed an enema, be it sick from school, a long vacation car ride, or just her knowing my attitude / bowel movements at home. If we were out somewhere and not listening ( like most kids do ) she would bring up that maybe I needed an enema later if I wouldn't cooperate. Later that night after dinner, me and my siblings got to watch TV before bedtime, getting called by Mom only meant one thing. An enema. Walking into the bathroom and seeing her sitting on the closed toilet seat with the bag hanging and nozzle in hand confirmed this.

This always began with something like “you don't seem that your feeling well " and she'll take care of this. Always made to to strip naked and over her lap until about 9. After that it was in my bed or bent over hands in the tub.

My interest in enemas started around 5-6 when I learned to quit crying when my butt was being flooded by a bulb syringe, and enjoy the experience as it did make me feel better after. I still remember the first time getting up to use the toilet with an erection.

@Rick6981 wow!

Can you tell if they claim you had some wrong attitude just to get an enema?

@brazilian said,

Can you tell if they claim you had some wrong attitude just to get an enema?

No, because mom hated getting an enema herself. She felt it was her duty as a mother and besides, it was the go to treatment of the day. Grandma was a different story altogether, she was a retired RN from the 20’s through the mid 40’s and could spot a constipated person in a heartbeat.

Of course back then it was the cure all for everything. when I was in my teens If I was feeling sluggish and not getting my homework done and being somewhat short attitude I would hear dad say get in the bathroom your not acting right we need to fix it. In the bathroom it was red bag hanging was told to take off my pants and briefs and get over dads lap. Next thing i knew nozzle was in my ass and he was saying as the water was going in that this will help you and you will feel better.

@Rick6981 and your grandmother applied to you many enemas? do you think she had ease in applying?

@brazilian said,

@Rick6981 and your grandmother applied to you many enemas? do you think she had ease in applying?

You have to understand, up until the mid 70’s, enemas were the go to cure for just about everything. Most people got enemas for one reason or the other. It was just part of life back then, you’re trying to read something in, that just wasn’t there.