Moms, BMs and Effects

My mom was very careful about monitoring my BMs. If I hadn't 'moved my bowels' for more than two days, out would come the enema bulb and I'd be over her lap crying. Even when I was was older (13-14) I'd be asked about BMs, and though she'd not given me one after age 13 I always worried/hoped she might decide to!

Raineyjane, your uncle abused you sexually and should have been prosecuted. My sympathies go out to you.

From 0-age 7 my memories are unsure. At 7 I had a hospital enema then a few months later mom's first Ivory ss enema. From then on, I enjoyed receiving soapsuds enemas (SSE). Mom asked if I had a BM, but didn't give me enemas that much. It stopped at age 11 or 12. I self administered beginning at 13.

Many years later I met several Zity members , M and F exchanging enemas. It's still exciting from a dating point of view. Something special. All the good warm feelings as a giver or receiver, the intimacy and the friendship is exciting and rewarding to me, and my dates. We always play nice.

Enemas as a kid were part of growing up according bto my aunt. mostly pleasurable

Bowel movement checkers in my childhood: Mother, to a lesser extent father, and, ar least once, aunt

I was checked every evening from about age of 6-7 until early/pre-teens, and then was just asked (and only occasionally checked) nightly if I had gone to the bathroom (pooped), up through my teens. Poopy time was in the evening an hour or so before bedtime, and I'd usually be reminded or told to go do it.

Mom didn't really check. Every Friday night was enema night. If I got sick or just seemed "fussy", I got an enema. If my mom heard there was "something" going around, I got an enema. I enjoyed them then and I still do now.

I was the youngest of 3, two sisters older by 5 years and 8 years. So when I was 5 they were 10 and 13. We were all checked and saw each other get our Saturday enemas unless we were "sick" and had to have them during the week. Around 7 I was put in the charge of my closest sister and she would do the checking and wiping if I had not done a perfect job. When she reached puberty and masturbated in front of me the first time, she told me to touch her and I didn't put up much of a fight. We played doctor on each other. After that first touch we started doing things sexual, all in secret. Looking back it was probably not so good to do, but it is what it is, and I am fine. My wife had a similar experience in her household. Both of our mom's came from farms in the same state in the middle of America. Back in the 30's thru the 50's, everyone had an enema bag on the back of the bathroom door, or at least most of our neighbors that had kids when I was in their homes from time to time. Mom kept all our enema stuff in hers and dad's bathroom and the only time I used their bathroom was when I got my enemas. Sometimes the girls giggled if they saw something funny or I got hard. My mom told them to settle down and was protective of me and as I grew older explained things about my body during my enemas in a very gentle way, unless I was in trouble, then not so gentle. Ouch!

Matron at school. There was "call over" after breakfast every morning. Each boy was allocated to a toilet and there was a rotating rota. You went to the toilet whether you needed or not! So hanging on in desperation or staining to go. Woe betide you if you failed to produce. First year matron did a personal inspection. After that you had to tick the book. Ummm

Thursdays Child, were you given an enema or suppository if you couldn't do a dooey at the prescribed time? And if so, how many people knew about it or were informed? To school bullies such information is gold, but the same goes for adult bullies. Which is why despite being acutely aware of each others' bowel habits and our parents' painful interventions, my sister and I never had the kind of relationship zensur describes. To us, it was both horrible to witness (or rather overhear) and useful as information each could use to persecute / aggravate the other.

I know when my kids are constipated, i don't have to ask usually. I use the 3 day rule with enemas -no BM after 3 days gets you the treatment

Don't remember being monitored day-to-day, but if i was sick, she watched pretty closely, and a bag enema was usually the result if i didn't go for a day.

Oh yes, three days without a BM meant that the enema bag would have to come out. It always seemed like my mother made too much enema, but now when I think about it I doubt if I ever got more than a single quart. Whether it was or not did not matter too much because it still cleaned me out pretty well.

If I was home sick from school no matter what the ailment I could be pretty sure that at mid morning I'd be called to the bathroom where I would find the enema bag waiting for me. I was not particularly fond of having to get an enema, but there was no amount of whining or carrying on that would cause my mom to change her mind. On the one or two times that I carried on to an extreme it also meant a good smack on a bare bottom, which was then followed by the enema.

My mom followed the 3 day rule too. The moment we walked in from school we were sent up stairs to undress and meet her in the bathroom. She was no nonsense and when she said you where getting an enema you where getting an enema, it was the same when we where sick - after lunch was enema time

My mom followed the 3 day rule too. The moment we walked in from school we were sent up stairs to undress and meet her in the bathroom. She was no nonsense and when she said you where getting an enema you where getting an enema, it was the same when we where sick - after lunch was enema time

How would they know?

Did they have you show them your bowel movement in the toilet before flushing or did they simply ask you?

Mother's differing priorities are interesting. My mother, my husband's mother and my parents mothers also got us right upstairs as soon as we got home, only they made sure we understood and completed all our homework before doing anything else. I did the same thing after allowing an hour for them to unwind after school.

That old saying moms have eyes in the back of their heads is true. Moms have a way of knowing what their children need before their child knows themselves. This applies to when enemas need to be given as well and that's when the red bag and bar of Ivory soap came out of the bathroom cabinet.

My mom never physically checked if we had a BM she could just tell, whether it was our attitude, amount we ate, being bloated, there are signed you notice. I have the same 'power' with my kids, i know when they are constipated. When i was asked i never lied, no point risking getting in trouble in addition to the enema

I can remember that I hated enemas as a child and teen because of the cramps, fullness, and bloating as well as the loose bowel movements that it forced me to have that proved to mom that I was well cleaned out.

Mom used the enema bag for me at least twice a month. It was a red open top bag with a red hose and black adult rectal nozzle that she would coat with vaseline and hang from the shower curtain rod with the hose dangling down to the side of the bathtub. She had me douche from the bag after an enema while I was sitting on the toilet when I was a teen.

I remember that when I came home from school she would often tell me to go upstairs to take off my clothes and meet her in the bathroom. Sometimes she would avoid telling me that it was time for an enema by telling me that it was time for a visit from the soapsuds fairy, or time to be cleaned out. She knew that I hated the word enema and would whine and complain that I didn't want that thing up my backside.

Nevertheless when I went into the bathroom, I would usually see the bag with the nozzle hanging down. She would tell me to get on my knees and bend over the side of the tub. There were times when I was ill that I had to watch her fill the bag with water from the bathtub faucets and leave a bar of ivory soap in the bag to give me a big soapy cleaning out. When I bent over she would have the nozzle in my bottom before I knew it. She would sit on the closed toilet seat and hold the nozzle inside me so that I could not push or pull it out of my rear. I remember when I got cramps that I would cry and beg her to take it out, take it out. She refused and told me to take it like a big girl as mom often did.

When the two quart bag was empty she pulled out the nozzle, told me to hold the enema in it to make it work. The nozzle was dirty and had vaseline on it and she let it dangle into the tub.

When I sat on the toilet while she watched I was surprised that I had a big bowel movement that she watched. A residue of vaseline was still on my bottom.

Then she changed the enema nozzle for the douche nozzle and mixed some vinegar with water because I was not allowed off the toilet when I was a teen until I had douched .

So it is obvious that I hated the sight of the big enema-douche bag more than most people. I also hated the soapsuds fairy and bulging enema bag. I wanted to cut it all up with a scissors.

OMG @Sandi22355 I love your post. So awesome and cool a read for a perpetual enema lover.

I can remember that I hated enemas as a child and teen because of the cramps, fullness, and bloating

The fullness, cramps and bloating are exactly what I LOVE about enemas!

Me too, Susie, me too!

Now that I think about it, when I was home from school ill, even with a sore throat, mom would tell me that morning, that I was getting an enema and to come with her to the bathroom.

She would remove the enema bag from the hall closet and fill it with soapsuds, and push the black nozzle up my bottom.

There were also times that I would come home from school and she would tell me that I was getting an enema because the bag and vaseline were out, and the bag was wet because she just had an enema.

If I whined and complained she told me not to, because she was going to use the same nozzle for my bottom that she had just used for herself.

I now remember that when she used the same nozzle for me that she had just used for herself, there was still some vaseline left between the nozzle and end of the hose despite her efforts to clean the nozzle after her enema

When I have cramps during my colonic my beloved hygienist holds my hand! Nice and very nice. Love the fullness feeling particular now I have those Silicone Nozzles retention nozzles. Takes me back to matron saying "can you hold it a little longer? Well done" !!

Yes, like many of us seniors here I had a mom that made sure I went daily. She wouldn't hesitate to call me in the bathroom for a "good" enema if I didn't go for a couple days. She used the bulb and bag on me regularly and today, because of my near daily enema routine, constipation is never an issue.

My mom did not monitor my daily bowel movements but when there was an issue she seemed to have a sixth sense about that. If I complained of a tummy ache, or just moped around not being my active self, the first question seemed to be, "When was the last time you pooped?" If the answer was anything other than, "Just this morning", an enema was almost sure to follow. I had no reason to lie and tell her I had pooped when I didn't because I did not hate those enemas I got from her. They were not too big and I recognized at an early age that I really did feel better after those enemas.

She taught me well. To this day, if I have not had a good bm within 48 hours an enema is in order. I do not let myself get constipated before taking action.

My mom was of the belief that the size of a proper enema and douche was the size of the bag made by the manufacturer. She believed that the manufacturer was the authority of what was necessary for the procedures to be effective.

In our home it was the BF Goodrich Flamingo two quart fountain syringe that she relied upon.

Without question, my mom and grandma made sure that we kids did our daily duty. If we didn't, an enema was sure to be on tap. Sometimes, even if one of us kids was likely constipated, we'd all get the privilege of getting an enema. This may have been the case with illness as well.

After all, our pediatrician and his nurse, always asked if we were moving our bowels when we were in for a checkup or a housecall was made for a specific issue. Mom and grandma took care of business without being prompted in most cases.

As far as influencing subsequent behavior, I've always taken care of myself as far as being "regular". That is, unless there was someone else willing to assist or take care of that for me. An adept nurse, orderly, or hydrotherapist is most appreciated when some assistance is needed.

The interesting thing to me is the recent increase in the promotion of digestive aids on TV. There are all types of solutions to those nagging problems. I want to shout "give him/her an enema" and be done with it. That was the common theme in the good old days!

My mom didn't miss a chance to finger my ass and give me enemas, but she was not as bad as one I heard of: "What's that? You have little sliver in your pinkie? Well, you must have an enema, or two, or more.

Mom did not monitor but when sick an enema generally was in order. When Dr made house call he would usually to give me an enema later and as needed.

I don't ever recall being given an enema as a child for constipation (frankly, I don't ever remember constipation being a problem for me as a child), but a warm Ivory SSE from the red bag was always the cure-all for whatever ailed me for anything longer than a couple days. They were always gently administered while I laid on a thick terry cloth towel on the bathroom floor, with the bag hung from the adjacent towel bar. Since they were never a negative experience for me, it was only natural that I would begin to self administer when I went into puberty, and realized that I was easily aroused by anal penetration. I am a 100% straight male, but still enjoy anal stimulation, either solo, from wife, or former GF's.