Did you ever think you were the only person in the world to get an enema.

I am really not sure where to post this, but I remember as a child wondering if anyone else was given enemas. I was an only, so there were no siblings to observe, and since no one ever talked about them, I really didn't know! It was an odd feeling. It was only when I was a bit older, but still not in double figures, when I was at my Aunt's house when a cousin was given an enema that it became clearer. It was also the fact that my Grandmother also had a Higginson Syringe that was used on me, that I reasoned that these devices would not be produced for only one small person in the world. (You will find these reminiscences in stories "How it all began" if you are interested). At that stage I did not have the courage to ask any friends or playmates if they had ever had an enema, and the subject was regarded as taboo in polite company when I was growing up. I think our society was pretty repressed then. I think that I might have felt differently if there had been an openness around the subject. It would have been much more honest and much healthier.

Did anyone feel the same way?

Delia

I realized I was certainly not.

In that moment, however I cared so little about that, and was so focused on getting through it, and getting the best results for myself, that what other people were doing, even right outside my own house, did not enter my thought process at all.

I was focused on my own enema.

I always knew that other people got enemas because there was always a bag hanging in our bathroom. However, I was over 30 and married before I realized that I was not the only person on earth who enjoys enemas. I was an only child and never received very many from mom. I never discussed my enjoyment of enemas with anyone because I thought I would be considered ery strange.

I knew that they were given in our home, and I guess I somehow assumed that other kids got them too, but was too afraid to ask any of my schoolmates about the subject. It was a taboo subject back then and I think it is still a very private thing yet today. Most people just do not talk about enemas and such openly, at least in my experience.

No, I never thought I was the only one in the world to receive enemas as a child, but to be honest, I seriously wondered about myself in later years for realizing that I actually liked and enjoyed enemas. I thought I might be just one of a few weirdo's out there. Obviously, extensive reading, and sites like this have convinced me otherwise.

For much of my early life I thought I was alone, with a few exceptions: when maybe 14 or 15 a friend and I visited an older buddy of his -- obviously gay -- and I mentioned getting out the "French deck:" playing cards with pornographic photos on them. He got it out, and one card showed a guy giving a woman an enema, with another couple standing by. "Wow" I thought -- not the only one. About the same time I saw our neighbor couple in enema play -- bathroom blinds open one night, my window across an alley and above theirs. Husband and wife both naked, he holding up enema bag and she sitting on the toilet. I began to think maybe I would be married like that some day (didn't happen, alas). Also some adolescent "exploration" with a buddy -- turns out he was into enemas, and we did them several times. One night the enema bag broke, bathroom flor wet, his parents came home early. I left right away, they were cross-examining him (maybe they figured we had showered together?). My family moved away soon -- connected to wet floor? I am pretty sure he was/is gay, but I am not -- married twice, 2 kids, etc. But for me, the "enema dam" burst, prob 1969, with the first "special preference" letter (ie, enemas) in Penthouse. From a British nurse, who wrote of her enjoyment of enemas. Now in retirement I know I'm not alone, but maybe in a definite minority. Just appreciating the labor involved in the enema artwork on this site re-assures me: they're not doing all this work just for me.

I used to think that everyone did enemas because my dad, brother, and myself did them quite often. (I never had a mother.) But then my dad told us that it was a secret and to never tell anyone else because they may not do this and will think we are weird. He always said what happens at home stays at home and it is no one's business but our own what we do.

I knew my next door boy neighbor got them often. Later, in grade school some boys would moan about getting them. But by age 9 I believed that I was the

he only kid who liked them. By college, I still thought I was the only person who liked them, but I didn't give a damn.

As others have stated, I knew other kids got them but thought I was surely the only one that enjoyed them

No, I understood others got them because why else would the equipment be at our house? I did, however, think I was the only person in the world who liked getting them.

I went through a period of enema guilt around age 12. I felt that my sexual enjoyment of enemas was not normal, that it was a perversion, an activity that would bring me unbearable shame if anybody should find out about it. Accordingly, after one sexually torrid afternoon spent with mom's combination syringe, I wrote the date on the lower shelf of the cabinet where the syringe was kept, the date of my last and final enema. This was intended to be a deterrent, a challenge. Well, "famous last words" so to speak; barely a week passed before I was again laying on a towel on the bathroom floor with my cock stiff and that enema nozzle steadily pumping sudsy bliss into my rectum.

As time passed, guilt was replaced with an awareness that I was not the only person enjoying this exciting sexual activity.

I knew others were getting enemas but like some of you I thought I was the only one who liked getting them.

I knew my younger brother got them. I did not get to watch, but it was obvious what was going on.

My cousin got them. He admitted it one time but said he hated them. I probably lied and said, me too.

My neighbors had a similar red bulb sitting on a shelf in their bathroom. One time we were taking a piss together and I pointed to the bulb on the shelf and asked Jimmy if he got enemas very often. He said sometimes, but his sister Mary got them a lot. At the time she was a skinny young girl who had not yet developed a woman's shape but I still enjoyed the mental picture of that.

I did till I saw the penthouse magazine

I rarely got an enema as a child, actually I only remember one.

It would never have occurred to me that I was the only one. Why would it? If I was the only one, how come we had an enema bag? How would it be that we had the only one in the world? Sure, I had invisible friends, but I don't think I could have dreamed up the only enema in the world.

I often thought that I was the only one and for sure no one elese enjoyed them. I didn't realize that I was not alone until much later!

As with "quincy", I assumed that others receive them. My mother also assured me that others receive enemas too. When giving me enemas, my mother told me that girls get more enemas than boys.

That was probably the beginning of feeling femininity with my masculinity.

Yesterday was the first time I even knew that people did this for pleasure

I knew others had or were given enemas. Other kids my age where I lived, neighbors, got enemas and the neighbor girl who was a year older than me, liked enemas. Me, not so much.

Later in life I did wonder if I was the only one who liked enemas. The subject of enemas was very taboo, still is, and before the internet I had a hell of a time trying to guess if there were others out there like me. Eventually I found this place and now I know differently.

I was an only child but I remember mom mentioning enemas when talking with friends. When I was about 5 or 6 we had a neighborhood group of kids that experimented with playing doctor. We all talked about rectal temps and enemas. Also know that all of my cousins were familiar with the enema bag, sometimes receiving one while staying at our house.

No, not at all. But I did think for years that I was probably in an infinitesimally small group of people who actually enjoyed enemas. That was the most difficult mental process to overcome. Extensive reading, and this site have helped convince me otherwise. Don't even give it a second thought these days. Life is to be enjoyed, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else.

I never thought that I was the only person in the world to get them, but I thought for at least twenty years that I was the only person in the world that enjoyed them.

No. Back in the 50's when I was young, it was no secret that an enema was the preferred home remedy for constipation and that one needed to be "cleaned out" at the beginning of just about all illnesses. Drugstores were well stocked with a variety of rubber gear and the Sears and Wards catalogs always had a page or two of hygiene equipment. No, I never doubted that just about everyone at that time was familiar with enemas. What really bothered me though was my obsession with and enjoyment of enemas beginning in my pre-teen years. I thought there had to be something wrong with me. After all, wasn't an enema supposed to be an unpleasant, uncomfortable, embarrassing procedure that all kids hated? No, I knew I wasn't the only person getting enemas but I thought for quite a few years that I was alone in my enjoyment of them.

It wasn't until the early 70's when Penthouse magazine started publishing letters to the editors about "Special Preference's" as they were called that I understood that I was not alone in achieving sexual pleasure for enemas...Now that the internet ,especially Zity, it available we know that there are millions of people all around the world that enjoy enemas....

I certainly wondered as a child if anyone else ever got them. My sister, who was two years older than me never did - it seemed that I was the only one who couldn't go to the bathroom right and so needed an enema. There was a lot of shame attached to it for me - especially when I started masturbating to the fantasies of getting an enema when I was 11 or 12. Still very powerful.

BB

No because in the 40's and 50's it seems like there was an enema bag hanging in every bathroom of my friends houses. BUT, at the point that I found that I enjoyed enemas (self administered, I thought I was the only one in the world.

Thank you Zity Biz and some of the earlier sites, and the "enema internet".

gdfru

I felt ashamed that I did enemas to masturbate and shove things up my bottom to cum I did not think others did that in middle or high school . And here I am still doing it I cum harder this way than regular sex oh well

I felt ashamed too and I agree with you I enjoy the orgasm more than regular sex. Whatever turns you on !

I never got enemas growing up but my 2 best male friends did, and I had seen enema bags at other's homes, so I knew people got them, but when I first discovered enema magazines in the late 1970's, I was amazed!!!

No, but I thought that me and my mother were the only ones, and I hated them. It was only when I used the internet that I found out people liked enemas.

Later I saw enema bags in my friends and families bathrooms, and I knew that they received enemas also.

In a way I guess I was lucky to have an older sister. The one and only enema I got as a child was when I was 9. As soon as the cramps hit I took off on all fours crying. When I got to the bedroom my older sister knew what had happened because she got them a lot. I don't know what I would have thought as an only child.