Moms, BMs and Effects

Did your mom monitor you and if you didn't go was an enema was sure to follow.? And when you grew to adulthood how did that affect you. It certainly has kept me feeling must be regular or else.

My Mother monitored my bathroom use like a teacher monitors student performance. I don't know if she actually charted the results, but she sure knew when I had not gone to the potty. And as sure as shooting if three days had gone by out would come Mom's Rexall Victoria combination syringe and into my rectum flowed warm, soapy water.

I was raised by my Father. Never knew my Mother.

He would ask me, "When was the last time you had a poop"

After the first enema, I was curious enough that I told him it was longer than it had been, just because I was curious about enemas.

My mom usually got concerned about my BMs when I was sick in bed or showed signs of constipation by being cranky or other signs. Once she got the enema can off the shelf there was no way I could avoid the soapy cleaning out to follow.

My mother would routinely ask about my regularity or lack thereof - usually after school. If I admitted that I had not moved my bowels within a day or two, I was certain to be on the receiving end of a nice, big, warm, soapy enema or two. Loved it.

Yes, my mom did monitor my bowel habits. (Don't all mom's do that!) Whenever I was constipated, or whenever she felt it would do me good, she wouldn't hesitate to give me an enema.

I don't believe that it has influenced my adult interest in enemas. They're enjoyable, and also useful at times, so I continue to do them.

I was about 7 or 8 when my Mom took me to the Dr. because of recurring stomach aches (actually I was faking stomach aches to avoid school). The Dr. did a DRE and then sent us home telling my Mom to give me an Ivory Soap Enema.

After the enema my Mom called my Aunt who had two boys (my cousins) and she told my Mom that she had been giving her boys weekly enemas for a year and had had not problems with stomach aches. I was immediately put on a weekly enema regime. There were no excuses after that, and my attendance at school was perfect. My enemas were simply scheduled every Friday night before my bath…enema, bath, bed. No surprises. From the start, Enemas were intriguing and exciting and they have always provided me with sensations so profound that I can’t adequately describe them. I always enjoyed the feeling of warm water rushing through intestines warming my entire body. I think because of the warmth of the water that Mom uses, I’ve never had a problem with severe cramping and retaining the enema for the 5 minutes at the end was always just kind of a boyhood challenge for me.

At about 11 or 12 years old during one of my Friday night enema sessions I had my first ejaculation while being given my weekly enema. Mom didn’t realize it and continued with the weekly enemas until I was about 13. The next morning after my first ejaculation, I took my first solo enema and had my second ejaculation. Since my first solo enema, I have used enemas to enhance my ejaculation all my life.

Cheers,

Jag

My mom only monitored my bowel habits when I was ill. Whether it was just a simple cold or (especially) a stomach ache, she would ask me if I had a BM that day. I think she was more concerned when I was ill because I was either in bed most of the day or lying on the couch and not being very active. I was always outside playing when well. When asked about my bowel habits I always told the truth. I was not a good liar and somehow she always knew when I lied. My mom was not one to immediately "take action" regarding not having a BM for a day or two, but sometimes would call our doctor for advice if she felt the need. By the end of the second day or the morning of the third day if I hadn't "gone", a dose of milk of magnesia was usually the prescribed treatment. Most of the time that worked but if it didn't, the dreaded red bag was brought out of the bathroom cabinet; hose, clamp, and nozzle assembled , filled with ivory soap solution and you know the rest.........

Grandma was very attentive to our BM's. Becasuse she gave us nightly laxatives, we were expected to have a good one every morning upon rising. She required us to let her inspect the toilet before flushing. If we didn't get the BM, or she didn't like what she saw, we received a bisacodyl suppository. If that didn't produce satisfactory results, then we were kept home from school and spent the day getting enemas. Once we both became klismos, Sis and I sometimes intentionally tried to get kept home. We received twicw weekly enemas as a routine. These were given to us together in Gram's bathroom, always naked. Because we got an SSE & a rinse Wednesday night, we almost always got a suppository Thursday morning. We missed school a lot of Thursdays.

Yes she did especially if I didn't feel like eating too much. She would check the toilet after I went poop and if she didn't like what saw she would give me an enema.

I don't recall my mother inquiring or otherwise keeping track. The only enema I remember from her was an effort to lower my temperature once.

My mom was a big believer in regularity. She kept a close watch on my bathroom activity. A couple of days with out a bowel movement and it was enema time. She would get out the syringe and ivory soap and go to work on me. .

My parents never checked my older brother or myself and I never checked our daughters.

Some parents are just weirdly obsessed.

I never had a medically necessary enema.

Re: My mom was a big believer in regularity. She kept a close watch on my bathroom activity. A couple of days with out a bowel movement and it was enema time. She would get out the syringe and ivory soap and go to work on me.

Same at my home, Buddy. It was question posed every night. Often a "no" answer would result in a glass of prune juice. The second night, it was time for an enema!

My mom frequently asked me and for good reason. I have chronic constipation and as a child was a big-time withholder. It led to encopresis and a lot of visits to the doctor. An enema was always prescribed.

My grandmother would never hesitate to use enemas, if she believed I needed one. When I was 10, I was staying with her for a week one summer while my parents traveled. One morning while she was doing the laundry, she called me into the bathroom and showed me brown stains in my underpants, and said that was an indication that I needed an enema. Within minutes I found myself completely naked, over her lap getting a two quart hot soapy enema. She was gentle, but insisted I take the entire bag before she'd allow me to use the toilet.

My mother did not systematically monitor bowel movements, but she would ask questions about them if we complained of stomach ache or difficulties in defecating, or if she had seen evidence of difficult evacuation (e.g. very hard stools floating in the bowl).

I also recall being asked not to flush after a bowel movement for her to inspect the results.

If I had not been in two days it was down on the bathroom floor for a fill up from the red bag. I had frequent constipation and probably averaged an enema every 3 weeks or so. The bag was ALWAYS hanging over the bath tub so I figure my mom took one about every week, much more often than me.

My mom kept pretty good track of my two sisters and my BM habits although to my knowledge she didn't write anything on a calendar. Just the same every now and then came the question of when we had our last BM. If the answer was three or more days ago out would come the enema bag. The minute we answered her we knew what would happen next.

My Mom was always concerned about my regularity when I was a kid and looked for signs that I might be getting constipated. If I acted listless, cranky or irritable or if I didn't empty my plate at mealtime, she would take that as a sign that I was becoming constipated and she would give me a dose of laxative at bedtime that night. Only if the laxative didn't make me go first thing the next morning would she give me a glycerin suppository to help things along, and if I still hadn't had a big bowel movement in about 20 minutes, she would get out the enema bag and give me a hot Ivory soapsuds enema to clean me out before I went to school. As an adult I still take a laxative if I feel "out of sorts", and use a suppository or enema if the laxative doesn't do the trick. I sometimes skip the laxative and use a suppository or enema instead if I don't want to be running to the toilet all through the day from the effects of a laxative.

Thankfully my mom wasn't one of those who was over zealous about me going to the bathroom. I go some suppositories and milk of magnesia from time to time when needed, but I was seldom constipated.

I was asked daily if I had had a "BM" if mom didn't know if I had or not. If I hadn't gone by the end of the second day I would get a soap suds enema across her lap from a bulb syringe. At the time, I despised those things and would pitch a fit which never did any good. later when I was a teen, I discovered the pleasures derived from anal stimulation. It still exists today, more than ever.

No my Mother did not routinely follow or ask about my BMs but if I was Ill or had a stomach ache she did ask if I was going.

I was asked daily and if I didn't Go I frequently Luke be glen an enema. I wonder how many were similar and how t affected you as an adult.

I was thought to have tape worms

and got enemas all the time

I got enemas weekly from about 6-7 to 12-13

Affect? my childhood enemas screwed with my head!

I cannot believe how many of us were checked for bm's

pressing on my stomach...yikes.

They thought i had a blockage, didn't want to operate, so i went into the hospital and got multiple enemas for like a week...then they thought it was a worm...so i had to get enemas everyday at home

My uncle used to monitor my BMs when i moved in with him at age 13 ,if i didnt go potty every day id get an enema .

Mom kept track of my BMS when I was young, probably until my teen years. Sometimes she would tell me not to flush after a bm so she could see how much I went. If I wasn't going good she would use some type of remedy. Exlax, milk of magnesia, children's castoria, or prune juice were common. Suppositoties and enemas were also utilized. I don't know how she decided on which one to use but by the time I was about the years old I preferred the enema.