Enemas in bed when growing up

How many of you received enemas in bed when growing up? I remember my mom would give me enemas in bed with a higginson syringe. They somehow felt extra special I could really relax and enjoy the slow and gentle pumping. My mom would place a mackintosh sheet on the bed and I would lay on my left side with both legs pulled up.

I would say the bulk of my enemas growing up were given laying across my bed with a couple of towels laid down and is the method I'll often use now.

Once I "graduated" from the bulb to the bag, all of my enemas were given to me in a bed. First ones were in my parents bed since there was a bathroom attached to their bedroom and I didn't have to walk very far to reach the toilet. But when I got older, probably around 8 or 9, my mom gave me my enemas in my own bed and then I had to make the trip down the hall to the other bathroom. Just like Mollie below, all of my enemas were given lying across a couple of towels in order to protect the bed linens. Never did have an accident but I would usually feel a little dripping down my ass crack and the sides of my cheeks, so the towels did their job.

I only recieved enemas I bed when I was really sick-- a hand full of times. Routine enemas were given in the bathroom.

In bed was the only place I remember as a child or teen---as an infant, who knows

I never received enemas in bed it was always in the bathroom. 😃

I received enemas as a child in the 50’s and can remember around the age of 8 or 9 asking for an enema because of the feelings it gave me. First thing I loved was my mom put Vaseline on her finger to lubricant my anus. She would put her finger in as far as she could and move it all around and back an forth and by the time she removed her finger my penis was hard as a rock. The second thing I loved was the slow insertion of the adult baseball bat enema nozzle going into my anus. Then she would start the warm soapy water flowing to fill me up. I don’t remember any cramps while the water was going in, only when having to hold it afterwords. Mom as I recall, gave the enema slowly and I could feel my tummy getting full and tight as soapy water went in, which was the third thing I loved to feel. I don’t think she used more than a quart of water in her red enema bag but to a kid my age it looked very big and very full and I remember thinking to myself I would pop with that much soapy water in me. All the enemas me, my brother and sister received were given laying on a towel placed on the bed. We would lay facing down across another towel rolled up to raise our bottom up with our feet hanging down half way to the floor. When the enema was all in, we had to hold it for 5 to 10 minutes and we would sometimes start crying to go to the toilet which earned us a spanking. If we didn’t stop crying when told to, down came mom's hand a dozen or so times on our bare bottom while holding the enema, then where told, “now you have something to cry about”. By the time we finished emptying the soapy enema in the toilet she had our rinse enema ready which always had more water in it than the first one, but at least we didn’t have to hold this enema. We could get up and go straight to the toilet when the big red bag was empty. We all got enemas when she thought we needed one or were sick, not every week or even monthly as some kids did. As I said, me and my brother would sometimes ask for one and she would give it to us if we answered her questions to her liking and if it wasn’t to her liking our bare bottom went across her lap for a good spanking for telling a story. It went on this way till I was 12 or 13 and my brother was 11 or 12 when we were shown how to self administer. Now 60+ years later we all still use enemas for health and pleasure.

As far as I can remember, all my enemas in my young years were laying on my tummy with a pillow under my middle making my rear sticking up in the air a bit. A towel was placed on the bed in case of any leakage which fortunately never happened. My tush would then be lubricated with vaseline with my mother pushing her finger gently into me perhaps up to her first knuckle. At first I did not like that feeling but grew to like it....a whole lot!!! The enema bag was filled with soapy water and an adult size black enema nozzle would be gently entered into my tushie hole pushing it part way and out again several times and finally pushed fully in all the way. My mom would just pause for a few minutes and then ask if I was ready to have my enema. I would nod yes and following the "click", I could feel the warm soapy water beginning to enter into me. It felt so good even though at a younger age, I had no idea as to exactly why...it just felt good up to a point when I began to feel a real need to go to the bathroom. Like others, I was told that I had to take all the enema and wait for the "enema to do its job" with the enema nozzle still in me which was 10-15 minutes. It was sometimes very difficult to hold but somehow still felt good. I then was allowed to go to the bathroom to rid myself of all the "impurities" as my mother would call what went into the toilet. A rinse enema was waiting for me when I finally emerged from the bathroom for a rather quick enema that was held only a few minutes before going back to the bathroom. If I ever resisted having an enema, a spanking over her lap with a hairbrush was in store for me (somehow I grew to like a spanking as well but never let on that I did). I did not resist having an enema very often as I only resisted when I had other things that I wanted to do at the time as I actually like enema time with my mother. I should add that any spanking that my mom gave me was never in anger and only a very loving rebuke that she comforted me afterward which was caused us to have a very special bond to this day.

I was raised by m father as a single parent. He was, and remains a firm believer in two ideas,

One: Relaxation is important to the success of the enema.

Two: The most relaxing place you have is your own bed.

As a result ALL my enemas were given ON the bed. In the winter, the covers were arranged so my feet could be covered to the knees if necessary.

I had lot of enemas when I was much younger 60+ years ago , I do not remember ever having one any place, but on my side in bed . Mom did them that way , visiting nurse , Doctors nurse , hospital nurses , all the same way . I am not saying it didn't happen some other way , I just cannot recall it .

Was sick a lot first 30 years, then did good for about 35 years , now it appears like going down hill again .

Piper Fox

The couple of enemas from mom I vaguely recall were both in the bathroom on a fuzzy bath rug, never in bed.

Eric

All my growing-up enemas were given on my bed, at first crossways on it lwith egs held up in the diapering position and later on the left side , A heavy bath towel esd beneath me for safety sake, but I managed to hold in the soapy water from the enema can before running a few steps to the toilet.

I received all my enemas growing up from mom on a towel on the bathroom floor......mom would take my clothes off and I would stand and watch her at the sink filling the big red open top enema bag with warm soapy water.....Ivory was the soap and the smell would excite me.....

I never received an enema in bed. All my enemas were in the bathroom. My mom would place some towels on the floor and I would lay face down as she used the bulb syringe on me.

My enemas were pretty much exclusively done on the bed. Sometimes my bed and sometimes my mom's bed. My mom believed in comfort being important to keeping me calm, relaxed, and feeling safe. She didn't want it to be a "cold" experience.

For quite a while all of my enemas were given to me as I would lie over mom's knees. When I got a little too big for that I did get a few while lying on my bed, but that did not last long because I think my mother thought it was more convenient having the entire process in the bathroom. That's when she would put a towel down on the bathroom rug and have me lie on it with my face on the towel and my butt in the air. I have to admit that it was much more convenient than on my bed because the trip from my bedroom to the bathroom toilet was a scary one for me because I was afraid that I would not be able to hold that long.

I don't remember ever getting an enema in bed as a child. My first memories of getting enemas from mom, and even a few from grandma, were laying on towels and a rug on the bathroom floor. As I got older approaching puberty I remember getting them standing up. Mom would have me bend over at the waist with my hands on the edge of the bathtub. With one hand she spread my butt cheeks while she inserted and squeezed the bulb syringe with the other. A couple of squirts and it was over. Not too embarrassing or uncomfortable and it only took a few minutes. Maybe that is why I liked getting those enemas and soon I was giving them to myself.

I only remember one enema in bed. When I was about 8 or 9 I had the measles and was supposed to stay in bed. Needless to say, after a few days an enema became necessary due to my inactivity and eating very little. Mom gave me an enema on the bed and I was allowed to expel in a chamber pot. The bathroom was some distance from my bedroom and the chamber pot was allowed when we were sick, for barf or whatever, if we did not think we could make it to the bathroom.

RedBulb's posting prompts me to add after my own posting #12 that Mom probably had my comfort a priority in choosing the bed over the cold bathroom floor to give the enema. She did keep a bedpan handy, but fortunately did not need to use it.

All my childhood enemas were given in the bathroom floor laying on a stack of towels.

All of mine were on the bathroom floor on a bathmat, with legs pulled back and up. I was allowed to wear a T-shirt and socks; that's all. Mom was afraid I'd leak on the floor mat, but that was easier to wash than a mattress. At age 12, I had a full bush and an erection that made her uncomfortable. That's when she said I knew enough to take them by myself. I'd grab her Ponds Cold Crème and massage "Mr. Happy" while the water flowed and have fantastic orgasms. I'd NEVER balk when she said I needed to take an enema. I LOVED it!

All of my childhood enemas were given in the bathroom. I didn't have my first enema in bed until I was an adult and had a double balloon nozzle. It really wasn't all that enjoyable because I was afraid of balloon failure and making a mess. I'm much more relaxed on the bathroom floor or in the tub.

Yea

Yes most all of my childhood enemas were given in bed. Before I got them bed they were given to me on the kitchen table. These were all bulb enemas. Both of my parents participated. On my back, my dad held my legs back and mom administered the bulb. He was the Director, I remember him saying one more, and then I had to expel into a bowl. I think this started for me about age two or three.

At age five I was introduced to the enema bag. The box was kept in the linen closet and had three black nozzles, an infant, an adult and a big beautiful shiny curved black douche nozzle. If I didn't feel well mom took my temperature rectally in bed, if it was elevated she would say I think you need an enema. I learned to love hearing her say that. She told me to take a nap and would come in later and say try to have a bm. If I did I lied and said no, this assured I would get an enema. She would walk down the hall and I could hear the linen closet door opening followed by water running. I always trembled with excitement, knowing I was going to get an enema. I enjoyed them.

Mom entered my bedroom with a bulging enema bag and some towels. She had me take off my PJ bottoms and lay on the towels, she used Vaseline on my anus and the nozzle as well. I loved the nozzle sliding in and the rush of the water. She held the bag at various heights. Her policy was to take as much as possible, then go to the toilet down the hall. When I returned to my bedroom she was waiting with the remainder of water in the bag. Sometimes to took me three times to use up all the water in the bag. She then hung the enema bag and hose in the bathroom to dry. This was our routine until I was fifteen. By then I was having erections during the whole process. She told me to rub it and I would feel better. At fifteen she showed me how to give myself enemas of the toilet.

My wife got enemas from her mothers either in the knee-chest position in the bathroom, either on the side on her bed, either on her parents' bed. The first method started becoming embarrassing as she aged, because it involved her mom kneeling behind her, with a direct close-up view on bottom and genitals... not to mention the discomfort of staying still half-naked. The most pleasant solution from her point of view was the last, her parents had a private bathroom. but her father objected that he did not want to risk a spill on his bed. Her own bed was nice too but it involved a run in panties in the corridor to the main toilet.

I've had lots of enemas in my 63 years, but never one in bed. I know a lot of people do, but that's not for me. I want to be closer to the toilet than that.

I rarely got enemas at all but my sister would get them much more often and would be called into the bathroom to take it. Only enemas given on bed are ones given to wife now.

YES!!" All my early childhood enemas were given to me on my mom's bed by her and my aunt (who held the jones can) and while my mom held the tube in my butt, my aunt would go on about the water going down the tube into me......i was just 3 years old and this was my first experience with getting an "ENEMA!!!!!" (As I Recall!!!) It was winter ad I had the flu at the time so I wasn't feeling too good......also DOCTOR MOM also called "THE DOCTOR" who came to the house on a house call, took my "RECTAL TEMPERATURE" for all you "RT" freaks out there, and decided that I needed a big shot of Penacillin!! For all you shot freaks out there (The first I remember!!) but the ENEMAS !!! there were a few as I recall about 5 one each night before I got better!!!

Not bad for a memory of a happening in the winter of "1948"....and a few months later it was spring and my little sister came to us!!!!!

Love you all..................

highwater

If I was sick in bed my Mom would give me enemas in bed, curled up on my left side on a plastic sheet covered by a towel, my legs pulled up to my chest. She put a chamber pot on a stool beside the bed for me to expel into. If I was up and around I would sometimes be given an enema in bed, but other times I would be made to kneel on a towel on the bathroom floor or in the bathtub in knee-chest position. Then I was allowed to expel the enema in the toilet.

Also, as recalls my wife: an enema on the bed is more comfortable. An enema kneeling on a rug in the bathroom, with legs etc. exposed to the air, is less comfortable than an enema on the side on a comfortable bed, possibly with a blanket over the legs, etc.

All my enemas were on my bed. My grandmother gave me enemas helped by her maids.

It was humiliating. 😢