Moms, BMs and Effects

My younger sister was very regular, often after lunch, ran to the bathroom saying "I'm going to the run." I, on the other hand, was very strict, almost never told him. So after two, three days of silence, grandmother or mom provided the enema.

My mom kept a BM diary,if I didn't go by day ,,3 I got an enema asap

Archimedes - that kind of toilet talk is common in our family - but if "pinkie" means anus, I'm perplexed (more epithets revolve around "brown" due to anal discoloration)

Archimedes - that kind of toilet talk is common in our family - but if "pinkie" means anus, I'm perplexed (more epithets revolve around "brown" due to anal discoloration)

Probably referring to the smallest finger of the hand. My read is that Archimedes was saying that his family tended to over-use enemas, even for things they probably wouldn't help with.

Read Archimedes' text for what it is: He's saying he got enemas "every chance" his mother had, which likely meant frequently and for no real need. But someone else got it worse: a splinter in the little finger was reason enough to give an enema to a child - not!

I've heard multiple stories of kids being abused with enemas by one or both parents, and sometimes from siblings or other relatives. It sounds to me like both cases in Archimedes' post - his and someone else's - is relevant to similar cases of abuse.

I agree with Liquidsky.

My grandmother use to say an enema was working or effective when you had some cramps. Easy for her to say at the time.

My mom never gave me enemas. The only time I remember getting suppositories was when I couldn't stop vomiting. I don't remember her ever worrying about my going to the bathroom. If I had a belly ache, she would just ask me if I had gone, if no, then she would suggest that I do it. There was only one time that I couldn't go, and it was in my late teens. We went to the pharmacy and she got me some of that chocolate x-lax. By the time we got back home, I had to go and I never had to use it.

My mom didn't monitor but seemed to know if I needed an enema by my behavior. If I was cranky in her mind the bulb was used or later the bag. I didn't like them from mom but the sensation in my bottom was nice. I started giving to myself around 11.

My Mom was always worried whether or not I had gone for some reason. Once in a while she would ask if I had a BM and usually in front of company. I would very sheepishly reply the answer yes or no. On the times I said no, I do not recall an enema to follow. It seems like the enemas I received were for no apparent reason. Out of the blue, my Mom would call my name from the bathroom (as it was a very small house), and as soon as I walked in, I knew what was about to happen.

Early on the enema was given by a small bulb (ear type) syringe with the solution of a bar of Palmolive soap being stirred in a bowl of water and me over her lap on a towel. Later on it was the red bag hanging from the shower rod and me laid over the edge of the tub on a towel. I can recall how my butt was up in the air and my hands were on the bottom of the tub steadying myself. She used an adult rectal tip, and even to this day, hits on a nerve up there, that hurts like hell. I told her when she was giving me the enema, that it felt like electricity going up my butt. She seemed to ignore that fact and the enema continued.

After the enema was completed, she had me sit down on the toilet and told me I had to hold it for at least 5 minutes. She would leave the bathroom, and was not to flush the toilet, as she wanted to see the returns. The final step was her wiping my bottom and examining it. Even at that time, I thought it was weird that she wanted to see what was on the toilet paper.

For me if you didn't have a bowel movement everyday you got an enema. So as a result enemas are the farthest thing away for me, have no interest in them as they are an unpleasant memory I want forgotten.

Just be glad you aren't like I was yesterday (and I sincerely hope none of you are)! I kept telling myself for the last week and a couple days that I'd go to the toilet as soon as I had time. I really got backed up so yesterday, I took one dulcolax and you wouldn't believe how that one tiny pill worked on me!! Again, I went back to my computer and continued working until after about 45 minutes, IT hit me like a tone of bricks. I made a wild dash for the bathroom and just got into position in time. I got relief alright but would have much rather done a dozen enemas. I felt bloated for the rest of the day and went to bed early. Got up this morning and had to make a bee line for the commode. I'm much better now but TRUST ME! DON'T EVER PUT MOTHER NATURE OFF. She can be a real bitch!!!

Yours narratives are instructive!!

In my case, if both my grandmother and my mother were present during the enemas, I was receiving from them, until almost the age of 14 and I left it throughout the 25's, I regained the enemas, but now for morbid and pleasure

After my first enema around 5 years old because of withholding the urge to go and doctor visit enema was prescribed a fleet child one that we picked up on the way home at the drug store. It didn't give good results so after the call to the doctor in the afternoon it was the red bag and Ivory soap and water mixed in a pyrex measuring cup. the water was warmed on the stove in a pan and the bar was put in after warm on the counter. mom would mix it with a wooden spoon then pour into the bag and fill the pan again and then repeat the process. then top off bag with water from the kitchen sink. I saw the whole process the first time and didn't know what was next. then it was off to the bathroom laying down on my tummy pants pulled down on a rolled up towel under crotch area to elevate bum. Bag on the hamper lying flat hose facing down Vaseline lube on and in bum and nozzle. then it was nozzle in and the click of the clamp and cheeks squeezed together told to relax!!! cramps then crying to make it stop or give me a break!!!! You need to take it all or I will give you another one. kept pleading and crying then she would pick up the bag with one hand and hold the nozzle in with the other until empty. then click of the clamp then pull out nozzle. told to hold for 5 minutes and she would start to clean the bag after she started this wind up kitchen timer set on 5minutes. once the timer went off hop up on toilet and release told not to flush. she inspected the results and told me to get dressed and go lay down. From then on my sister and I knew if water and mixing bowl were on the counter someone was getting an enema

After my first enema around 5 years old because of withholding the urge to go and doctor visit enema was prescribed a fleet child one that we picked up on the way home at the drug store. It didn't give good results so after the call to the doctor in the afternoon it was the red bag and Ivory soap and water mixed in a pyrex measuring cup.

Fleet enemas just don't work well for me either, and I'm not sure why because it seems that they are effective for most people. Even here most comments seem to be of the "not pleasant, but effective" variety. I think I've had one return that was effective (meaning more than a few "rabbit pellets") out of the 8 or so Fleet enemas I've tried. I don't know if it's tight muscles or just that the rectum/colon don't "coordinate" well enough, but the bit in the lower rectum comes out and not much more (I seem to get backed up in the sigmoid).

Like your experience I find a larger enema to work much more effectively to knock out all the stuff that I know is in there. I never had a Fleet enema until I was an adult - the few I had as a child were all soapsuds from a can.

Growing up receiving regular enemas and laxatives meant that constipation was never a problem. We didn't need to be told we were getting enemas...we knew the schedule and just got ready for them. I never had a problem with them, and although I didn't enjoy them at first, by the time I was 8 I began to look forward to getting them. By 12, my sister and I were giving to each other for fun. We bathed together in the early years, and would sneak the bulb into the bath and squirt air into each other and giggle as we farted under water. One day, we started using the bath water, and getting out to sit on the toilet. We graduated to using the bag when Mom wasn't around. We both enjoy the cramping to this day.

I notice a kind of undertone here from some posters as to enemas given being abuse.I can,t speak for anyone but myself but I never considered enemas received from my Mom to be abuse in any sense of the word!I don,t recall any cramps or other uncomfortable feelings even though most of the enemas were 2 Quarters.Perhaps I,m just a full blown klismo,but I really am thankful that my Mom gave me enemas.Feel free to disagree of course! Jim.

I still follow the "two-day" rule for myself. If I've not had a BM for two days, I take action. Mom's ever constant threat of the enema bulb still lurks in my mind - and I aide it by keeping a bulb VERY handy so it can be used on a naughty little boy who has not "moved his bowels" recently enough.

I still follow the "two-day" rule for myself. If I've not had a BM for two days, I take action.

I've always heard that two days is kind of pushing it to call it constipation, and fewer then 3 movements per week is the "official" (so every 3 days would be constipated). Now I certainly have been guilty of "pushing it" to two days when things aren't working because I was tired of it all, but I don't think it's generally recommended.

Reading your post about your mom keeping track makes me believe my mom was similar. I never though about it much as a kid but I also do remember her checking bm before I flushed on occasion. Asking me when I last had a bm. When constipated prune juice and suppositories were common.

The occasional enema was never received with much joy at a young age.

Im pretty sure my mom wad doing enemas since I have a memory of the bag hanging on a hook on the back of the bathroom in my parents bedroom.

I don't remember my mom monitoring me. I seem to recall that I would get enemas if and when I complained of a stomach ache due to a lack of a BM. What is really interesting to me is how much I hated them then and how much I like them now. The mind is a very interesting playground.

As all my POSTS have said everything really started around age 6, several visits to special Doctor's trying to figure why my Body didn't want to have a BM like normal kids. We tried every thing: ex-lax,Liquid-Lax ( only Doctor's had that) Cod-Liver oil, Milk-of-Mag, then there was the Muscle Relaxer shot. with all that took several days, Mom would resort with a Soapy Enema..(IVORY SOAP) Didn't take long after one of those..usually a few minutes....I never gained any weight, but I never got sick either. She started out with a enema every two days like the Nurse did. Then went right to one every day..learned as time went on she had to cut that back to one ever three days. I would get the shakes when I'd had one every day. Now all you reading this...being a klinenfelter has quirks that you will never understand. (TYPE that in the computer. You will see) all through my Education Process I would get a enema every three days no matter what. Right up to Graduation...Now! I joined the Navy. It kept it's self at bey for a long time. When I went to shore duty I started to have problems again...I went to the Naval Hospital..found a Doctor that knew what was going on. She proscribed a BE to take a look see ...Didn't find anything. Then she took me off all Milk Products that took care some of it. As soon as I went home on Leave it would start all over again.Mom had died so I went to the Nearest ER ended up with an old schooled Nurse. She gave me a soapy enema, took care of quickly. Told me to come back in three days just to make sure she didn't forget anything..Bowels were full again via the x-ray. As long as I was on leave. I would go the ER and get taken care of.

Grandmas enemas were like getting the power washer in you're butt, only add strong soap and its only over when the bag is empty. Oh, its still not over now you'd have to wait "to let it do its work"!

I'd have to say thats' how it must have been in the old country, and she brought that thinking to America. Home from school not feeling well? That meant you'd soon be called into the bathroom. I could tell by the smell or the rubber and soap.

I must admit however, that when I think or those times, the most memorable in an erotic sense was the discomfort factor.

Most of my daughter's enemas were given to her by her mom. she had certain enema policies:

"if you are sick enough to stay home you're sick enough to get an enema"

quite often enema time would be right after school. if Missy complained of tummy ache or had visited the nurse's office for anything, an enema was ALWAYS given to her upon their arrival home. she did that several times and knew it would result in enema time. sometimes it was obviously wanted an enema but did not want to come right out and ask for one.

once, it was obvious that Missy "was due" and we considered giving her an enema when my wife said, "i'll just give her one first thing in the morning."

have you ever done that?

"sure!" she replied clapping her hands together: "OK, let's go! up and at 'em! start the day with an enema!"

she had given "wake up enemas" before but had never mentioned it to me.

I found that very interesting and telling.

Grandmas enemas

I'd have to say thats' how it must have been in the old country, and she brought that thinking to America. Home from school not feeling well? That meant you'd soon be called into the bathroom. I could tell by the smell or the rubber and soap.

My Grandmother was also from the old country and gave my dad and his siblings an enema every Saturday night. This continued into their teens and until they left home. She came to live with us when I was very young and I'm sure forced my mother to give them to me as well. As with enema daddy's wife, if you stayed home you got an enema although I was fortunate enough never to get one just for waking up. I did get a few for no apparent reason that I could think of having just had a BM. They just happened. By the time I was 7 or 8 they had gone on to the younger kids and left me alone. It did give me the kink I have today. I am a bit different in that I only like to give them. Weird huh?

Mom never gave enemas, it was always her mother who took on that duty. I am not sure how she knew it was time for an enema, except asking my sister and I if we had a BM recently (within two or three days). Of course, if it was beyond that time limit, we were called into the bathroom, one at a time, and put into the ass up prone position. It wasn't long after that a nozzle was slipped into my anus and water began to flow for a healthy enema. Once the bag was deflated, I hopped up on the toilet and released the water. Afterwards, I felt so much better. That feeling is what got me hooked on thorough irrigation sessions.

Yes mom did monitor my BMs,if I didn't go by day 3 ,I got an enema

My beloved late mother was a stellar surgical RN in private practice, never overtly monitored our output and gave us almost no enemas growing up, perhaps 3-5 to me, if that many. That said, other than waste excretion she did a great job monitoring and providing expert care for our health. We lost mom in 1994 at 76. I wish she was still with us, not only because I loved her, but to kick my ass when necessary. ⚕️❤️❤️❤️

Eric

Speaking of BM's, or rather B&M, when I was around seven or eight we were stopped waiting for a train. Past us rolls a B&M boxcar and I say to my mom “That car's full of BM”. She didn't think it was funny.

50 years later I'm a model train buff modeling the B&M.

Speaking of BM's, or rather B&M, when I was around seven or eight we were stopped waiting for a train. Past us rolls a B&M boxcar and I say to my mom “That car's full of BM”. She didn't think it was funny.

50 years later I'm a model train buff modeling the B&M.

@kristens,

You from New England like me (CT)? The first entry in Wikipedia was

B&M is a chain of discount stores in the UK.

But then a bit lower, it mentioned Boston and Maine Railroad. Yes?

Eric