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

Everyone got enemas when I was kid in our family and relatives -- there was a red bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door in our house, my aunts. What I did not know was that after getting all those enemas and getting a fetish for it, that there was anyone else.

When I was in my early 20's I was in a porn shop in NYC and I saw an early issue of Water & Power - the image is still ingrained - a giant enema bag outline on the cover and a picture of a curvy women with her white bra still on on all fours with a nozzle dangling from her bottom -- I thought the top of my head was going to blow off!!

No, I never thought I was the only one to get an enema, they were not uncommon when I was growing up in the 1950's. Later, though, I thought I was unique, or a member of a very small club of perverts, who found enemas extraordinarily erotic. It turns out there are a LOT of perverts in the club!

I didn't think when I was growing up that others friends families did enemas. My three brothers and I received plenty twice a week Fri. and Sunday evenings and it was a hush hush thing just between our family, we would never tell anyone else. It wasn't till I was older did I find sights on the internet of other people who enjoyed enemas that I found out I wasn't the only one who enjoyed them. Now at 52 I found Zity and others here at this sight I can share my thoughts with other people who have the same kinks I have.

I am not sure if this is directly on point but I remember seeing the enema bag and tube hanging in the bathroom on some mornings when I was a young child. I didn't experience it but wondered what the heck it was but never inquired. When I became older, I found out but by then the equipment was hidden away in our linen closet. I discovered it one time as a teen....I never let on that I knew it was reserved for my parents.

I always figured others took enemas otherwise why would it be possible to buy the items to take enemas from the store. Also why would there be a sometimes wet bag hanging on the wall behind the bathroom door? 😃

Now what I wasnt so sure about is if anyone else had orgasms while taking enemas. Those were my big secret.😃

Having only had one enema during my childhood, I never really thought too much about how often others received them. But that changed after puberty!

As I came to the realization of the erotic component of enemas, I felt that I was really a "twisted" soul! Thinking that something such as an enema could arouse such heightened feelings in my genitals had to be wrong. It just had to be! But while the feelings of being somewhat perverted lingered, I forged ahead with my enjoyment that an enema provided.

Fast forward to 1995 and getting online. Guess what I searched for first? You guessed it! Enemas. My great epiphany occurred that day...I was not alone in my indulgence in enjoying the many wonderful delights of a nice warm enema!

Have fun and play safe.

Deb

I suspect a lot of people feel the same way.When the new Sears catalog arrived in the 50's I couldn't wait to be alone and look at the pages about syringes and closing the catalog quickly fearing getting caught looking at what was my fetish but embarrassed at that time and didn't understand it all.

Later on and into adulthood ,one day you are looking at a xxx magazine and out pops an ad for Beth Tyler. OK I am not alone and as some say it is what it is.

I received enemas early in my childhood due to constipation issues from certain meds that i was required to take. My mother was the enema giver and from what I remember she was always gentle and loving. For some reason around age 5 or six I stopped getting enemas. I must have enjoyed them a bit them because that seed of good feelings was planted in my brain.

At age twelve I discovered masturbation thanks to a cousin who was happy to show me how to do it. As my masturbatory adventures gained steam I happened to find the enema syringe (red bulb with a black nozzle) in the bathroom cabinet and it sparked my memory of those good feelings of that warmth of an enema... needless to say, I was instantly aroused and began the experiment with the enema syringe and that really launched my rocket and I was hooked! I thought, wow i must really be strange to enjoy this kind of play. I was always looking through the Sears Catalog in the hygiene section at all those wonderful bags, hoses and nozzles thinking how wonderful they would feel inserted and touching that sweet spot which little did i know at that time was my prostate.

Years later, Penthouse magazine had a few posts in their forum about enemas and enema play that kind of made me feel more normal. I also discovered in the LA Free press and that there were people I could go to to receive enemas and as the ad said, "Enemas like mother gives but better!" That was Sheremas and Camille's in Culver City... oh they were so erotic. I still thought I was a bit weird enjoying this kink.. i couldn't talk to anyone about it. Then as previously mention in another post (thank you debgurl) the internet came to be . Yes my very first search was for that wonderful word "ENEMA"! I discovered websites and chat rooms, Oh My. It was my first chance to meet other people on the WWW who enjoyed enemas as much as I did. Not being alone in this enema thing was wonderful and the rest is history. Though I am Solo in our shared proclivity it is nice to know there are so many others out there who enjoyas much as i do. Thank you all for your wonderful posts and contributions to this great forum.

My mother made it clear to me that enemas were common, very especially for girls. She wanted a girl, got me, and had tried to feminize me when I was young.

My mother made it clear to me that enemas were common, very especially for girls. She wanted a girl, got me, and had tried to feminize me when I was young.

Interesting to hear, though maybe you could tell more in another thread? I'd guess feminizing would only work in a single parent setting?

I have never believed I was the only person in the world thinking, or doing ANY particular thing, even when there was a chance I might have been!!

I never received enemas growing up, but my 2 best male friends did and I knew others did, but it wasn't until I was 17 or so and first went in an adult bookstore and saw magazines like Water & Power and WaterWorks that I realized what a sexual fetish is really was!!!

Absolutely! I felt like I must be very weird to want an enema when it was so despised by others. At a very young age (3 or 4) I told my mother I couldn't go without that "thing" she had used on me last week. She was so surprised and told me people don't like enemas, why would you want one? From that early moment on, my feelings about enemas was my deep dark secret.

Until the mid 90's and the internet I felt pretty isolated in my enema/masterbation fetish - Now folks are lucky they can see that what they may at first thing is quite "Out there" is truthfully quite vanilla!

Growing up, I figured I wasn't the only person in the world to get an enema -- that wouldn't make sense. But I did think I might be the only one who got off on them. Before I finished school, I managed to talk a few girlfriends into joining me in enema play, but I didn't get the impression that it was something they would especially want to repeat. Taking enemas for pleasure was my deep, dark secret for a long time. In adulthood, briefly, I had one lover who enjoyed enemas, so I adjusted my belief system: apparently, I wasn't the only who liked them, but there were damn few others. When I discovered Zity.biz, I was utterly astounded! I felt that I had found my 'people.' The threads about the Golden Age of Enemas, in particular, electrified me, because so many posts could have been entries in my own journal! I went from feeling peculiar to being accepted for who I was. Thank you for that!

SallyXX, Nicely put!! :-)

I knew other kids got them, but it didn't seem like a lot, and it would be wired to ask, so I had to wait until it was brought up. I'm 57.

The erotic part I KNEW I was alone until I found some of the female magazines (pre-Internet). Then I learned of Frank E. Ball, and started to receive the FEB (Fraternity of Enema Buddies) newsletter. Then I knew I wasn't alone and made some great connections and had some wild enema sessions.

I knew others were getting enemas.

For example my younger sister got enemas from time to time, too.

So I was able to see the procedure some times as an spectator.

Some years later, my cousin tolds me that she also was used to get enemas.

But generally there was not much comunication about getting enemas in my familiy.

I grew up in the late 60's, early 70's and most of the kids I knew never mentioned enemas. I was too introverted to ask any but my closest friends. The few I did ask had never heard the word. It wasn't until high school when the subject came up in health class that I found anyone else that was familiar with them. Now I wonder how many of those other kids were like me and just never mentioned it!

I knew others got them as bags and bulb syringes were widely sold. I never talked about them with anyone until much later. The Penthouse edition was an eye opener for me beyond the enema magazines in adult stores.

As a kid I knew in a kind of hidden way that other kids got them too but really didn,t give a damn since I liked them so much. Since I,ve been grown and come to desire enemas more frequently I,ve had no luck trying to find a enema partner here in Arkansas. That does make me feel kind of alone with this desire.Jim.

I always was worldly enough to realize I was certainly NOT.

I was, however, focused and determined enough to NOT CARE about whether anyone else was getting an enema, I was focused on the effectiveness of MY OWN enema and all around what I was doing.

Although I am a strong believer in the older idea that privacy is a right not a privilege and I do all I can to maintain privacy, If there were a situation where another person was getting an enema in the same room at the same time, as long as we were not trying to use the same toilet and didn't say or do anything to me, one thing I DID learn in College is that I could keep concentration on what I'm doing, and not let it affect me. That has helped me as a female in a very male dominated workplace.

Yes, as a child, I felt like I was the only one. I kept it to myself and never spoke to anyone about it. Later, as a teen, I listened and learned and gradually came to the realization that I was not alone.

Like Sallyxx, I knew others received them, but I thought I was the only one who really got off on them. That is, until I met my wife. Wow. It went from good to better, to great, to best to even better, and on and on. I have stories that would curl your toenails.

Like the OP, I was an only child. But the way the child's mind works, you assume that what goes on in your world is the norm. At least until you have enough exposure to others in the world around you to start to identify differences. So, instead of wondering if you were the only kid in the world/country/city who got enemas, the normal assumption and reasoning for the child's mind would be to assume all kids got enemas. Later with more exposure you might start to think differently, but at first, as a kid, if you got enemas then everyone did.

Throw in siblings, and everything changes.

I never really thought that I was the only person to receive enemas, but I did think I might be the only one out there who actually enjoyed enemas. As a kid, any time I heard the word "enema", it was always mentioned with a comment like: "Eweee...enemas are awful!" . Then I had to think to myself, "If they're so awful, how come I enjoy them?" Because of this, it did take me a number of years to realize that I wasn't the only person out there who actually enjoyed enemas, and began to feel more normal about my own psyche.

I knew other kids got enemas as it was often talked about in school bathrooms and locker rooms. No one ever said they liked enemas including me because I didn't want other kids to think I was strange. But, I knew that I really enjoyed each and every one Mom gave me so much so that I often asked Mother to give me one even if I didn't really need one which was more often than not. As I grew older, I really thought I was the only person in the world that enjoyed the feeling of water entering my rectum. Even my Mother stated this one morning as we walked from our kitchen back to my bathroom. "Mom, (my grandmother) I just do not understand why this kid likes me to give him enemas so much! You'd have to catch me and hold me down just to get me to take another one." I want you to know that my Grandma didn't say anything back to her. I think she knew. But, to be even more honest, I want you to know that my Mother had already given me two enemas that morning. And, to me, that was not enough. You see, I still wanted another one! So after expelling enema my previous enema, I got up and went into our kitchen where I found Mom and Grandma. The two of them both looked up at me and then Grandma asked me if I was ok. I told her that I was and then I turned to Mom and asked her if she'd mind very much helping me with another enema. That is when she said the above.

I knew others got enemas. My sister and I played with the enema bulb together at times, and I knew my cousin also got bulb enemas from her mom, and occasionally a neighbor or classmate would mention enemas but for most of them it was like, "Ewww, gross!" Or, "I hate enemas." So while I knew others were getting them I thought it strange that I did not hate them like others claimed, but actually liked them enough to give myself enemas just for kicks. And especially once puberty hit and I discovered the enema/masturbation combination. There was no way I was going to admit that or discuss it with my friends.

You know this is a good question i have to say i remember going to kindergarten and thinking that i was the only one, also i would think the classmates some how knew i was getting enemas and would also think the whispers and giggles were about my enemas and you brought up another good point i guess being that young i did not suspect the making of the equipment was for others.

Cheryl, I'm with you on this one. I knew others around me got enemas, but nobody was supposed to like them.