Mention of a good enema

Who in your life has brought up the subject of an enema beside your mother or your partner.

Over the years, 😳 many people let the word Enema slip into a conversation, not so much nowadays though.

I normally raise the topic myself.

I had an aunt would would often bring up enemas in conversations. She would frequently mention having to give an enema to one of my cousins. Once we were driving somewhere and pulled into a gas station and my aunt and uncle pulled in at the same time; they going one way and we the other. As my dad and uncle busied themselves with checking under the hood(s) with the attendants, my aunt came over to our car to chat with Mom. She immediately related how my one cousin, who was about my age, had been whiny and listless that morning and she had decided he needed a good enema. She said she gave him a large one and that he "pooped and burped, burped and pooped", as he sat on the toilet expelling. I always wondered to myself why the enema made him burp. Mine never did. My mom asked her if he felt better after the enema and she said that they always felt better after a good enema. One time I remember her telling us that she put them on their sides on a bed on top of a rug and a towel, with their knees pulled up, to receive an enema. I think they were always given enemas over her lap, as I was until I was nine, but at some point, when they got a bit older, she had switched to putting them on the bed. I thought that was strange, and a little alarming. Suppose they had an accident, trying to hold the enema in, as they made a dash for the toilet to expel? I never asked, of course, nor did I ask my cousins. Wish I had! And another time, when they were visiting us, she mentioned that she had started giving them enemas using baking soda instead of Ivory Soap; that the baking soda worked very well in an enema. Needless to say, the next time I got an enema, it was with a baking soda solution. I recall that it still cramped me a bit, but not as much as the Ivory solution did.

My aunt, next door neighbor, doctors nurse. lady at drug store when she came over to help me select a bag when I was 18.

No one brings up the enema topic with me, besides cyber talk.

Once we had a group of friends over and out of the blue one of the women made the statement "my grandmother once gave me an enema". No one knows where that came from because the group conversation had nothing to do with anything related to enemas. It may have been the result of her not listening and not hearing the actual content of the group conversation. My thought was maybe it was a random thought from her. She's an Aquarius and some Aquarius folks are really unpredictable sometimes.

On infrequent occasions I've heard relatives from both sides of the family suddenly talk about enemas and suppositories for constipation and punishment - my entire extended clan seem to have the same pre-occupations / behavior patterns

On a handful of occasions I've heard it talked about in work situations - always parental chat about kids' constipation

I don't remember the context, but at the dinner table one evening years ago, an older sister referred to childhood illness and complained that Mom had given her too many "unneeded" enemas. Mom sort of apologized, and I also let the subject drop.

If my mother ever mentioned anything about enemas to her friends or relatives, I certainly never heard it. The only time I heard the word enema mentioned was when I was a young child and my mother would come in my room to get me up to take me to the bathroom.........and this was only after I had been ill for more than 2 or 3 days, and hadn't been able to shake whatever crud I had. They were always warm Ivory SSE's. administered from the old faithful red bag, red hose, and black bakelite enema nozzle. Yes I remember them well......fondly.

While the topic of enemas has become far less frequent lately, those discussions still occur from time to time. If the topic does arise, I try my darndest to keep it active whenever possible, without being too obnoxious, however.

I was out to dinner with friends (mixed company). While we waited to be seated at Buca De Beppo, a picture/sign on the wall was a nurse with the caption, "Yes, An enema Would Be Just The Thing". This triggered some discussion and the sharing of some experiences within the group. While most related their aversion to the procedure, I was able to interject some more positive thoughts without revealing my fetishistic inclinations.

I once overheard two guys discussing one's mother who was being cared for at home by his wife. He told the other that they had to give her several enemas to clear an impacted bowel. His statement that they kept pumping her full of water stuck with me for years.

I buy my Bronner's at a natural product store. It costs a buck or two more, but the clerk is very tuned into enemas for detox. She will usually carry on some discussion if other customers aren't present. She's been a great resource to discuss coffee enemas as well.

The point is, don't pass on any opportunities to discuss such things. The red face and blushing will diminish in due time! Besides, a few shits and giggles can be very satisfying as well.

I am almost 2500 miles from my old family. I will coach my sister with an enema on the phone and get good reports. She comforts me as i believe she is truly being helped. Now, I don't bring it up for fear of my natural preference to do this anyway. I am well read, in klisteria, so to speak and want her to have the benefit if there is any. So, I wait for the results of a good enema, which she knows i want to hear. I will ask obtuse questions, allowing for what she is willing to talk about. Which I hope, she feels i am leading gently in talking that way.

My mother was one of 9 kids, 3 boys and the rest girls, they all love to laugh and tell jokes, hell I heard my first dirty joke from my favorite aunt.

Enemas were very common place in all their lives, I’ve heard my mother and favorite aunt talk about them for years. One funny story they told was when my mother was pregnant with me, she was very backed up and aunt volunteered to give her an enema, while my mom was laying on the floor, with most of the bag in her, aunt said something funny and my mother couldn’t stop laughing to the point she was so heavy with me, she expelled there on the floor. Not a pleasant thought but they laughed about the for years.

Does a nightclub act count? A comedian, Belle Barth, had ground-breaking adult show business acts in the 1950's and 60's. Somewhere ages ago I heard a recording where she told this joke: An old guy is in the hospital. He is in such bad shape he is being fed through a rectal tube. A cute young nurse asks him is there is anything at all she can get for him. "I'd like you to bring me another tube." She replies "Another tube? What on earth for?" And he answers "Before I go I'd like you to have dinner with me."

-- often wondered if this had any impact on the young couples in her audience: did it introduce them to enema talk, maybe enema action?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belle_Barth

Hoseman, that reminds me of an old joke, man in hospital request a coffee enema, nurse preps it for him, starts to administer the enema, in a few minutes he starts to squirm, nurse says “ I’m so sorry, is it to hot?”..... he says “ oh no, it’s to sweet”...... tada😃?

n a few minutes he starts to squirm,... he says “ oh no, it’s to sweet”...... tada😃?

And anyone who has had an enema with sugar in it knows you DO start to squirm quite a bit.

I have never heard a mention of an enema outside family.

It happened just once that a girl I was talking with casually mentioned having to buy glycerin suppositories abroad, on vacation, due to travel constipation.

I am still wondered why she mentioned it, it wasn't really necessary given the context, and whether she enjoyed talking about them, or maybe even taking them!

I was probably in middle school at the time, but we had some neighbors move in across the street. They had three kids all a few years younger than me. The oldest daughter was ill and the doctor told the mom to give her an enema, which she was totally unfamiliar with and asked my mom if she knew how to do one. Even though I was in another part of the house, I heard my mom explain the process and then volunteer to go over and help. All I could think of was I was glad it was not me.

No one outside my immediate family.

The only person I know that my mother discussed my enemas with, at least that I know, was my grandmother. I remember a few times;

One, when I was maybe 6 or so, when mom dropped me and my brother off at grandma's to babysit while they went shopping she told grandma that I had complained of a tummy ache and was probably constipated again. Would grandma give me a small enema because mom didn't have time to do it? I got one with a red bulb similar to the one at home.

Another time a bit later, mom was discussing my apparent constipation with grandma (her mother) and wondered if she should give me a laxative or an enema. Grandma said something like, Just give the boy a good enema and be done with it. Mom gave me one that evening.

Several years later, I was watching my mom and grandma make a pie with fresh strawberries they had just picked. Grandma said she couldn't wait to taste it. Mom said she was not supposed to eat strawberries because of the seeds. Grandma said she would give herself a good enema in the morning and everything would be OK.

In my mother's extended family there was always conversation about enemas - advice, complaints, jokes, and more. My aunts would relate stories of enemas given to their children - and my mother would share similar experiences with her children. Children's feelings about being talked about were never a consideration. Since a couple of the aunts were nurses, their opinion on medical issues was considered expert advice. That is how I got switched up from half-bag enemas to full-bag enemas at age twelve - because of a conversation between my aunts and my mother.

As I have said elsewhere, my mother always overshared information about personal issues. She told the pharmacist's wife in the drug store about my pinworms and how difficult it would be to give the prescribed enemas to a teenager and the woman related her own tales of enemas she gave her reluctant teenage children. My mother even told my then-girlfriend that she had given me enemas for the flu!

On my father's side of the family, two of his sisters were nurses and often engaged in shop talk about enemas given to patients. Kind of like, "Can you top this story?"

My best friend's mother was a nurse from Ireland and she helped folks in the neighborhood with medical issues - from allergy shots, to changing dressings, to enemas. She would often come home after visiting a sick neighbor and tell her husband that she had to give a big soapy enema since the woman was so 'corked up!'

So yes, I heard enemas in conversation growing up. Kids would whisper in the courtyard about a class mate who was sick, and "You know what THAT meant!" As time progressed, I heard less and less talk of enemas and now it is a complete rarity. Only here can we openly talk of our particular proclivity!

jd