Enemas in the 1940s and 50s

Ahh yes, the good old "Physic". In the late 40's and early 50's when Mom decided I needed a "Physic", it was a dose of Chocolate Ex-Lax at bedtime. If that didn't do the trick, it was enema time!

Mine might have not been in the 40s and 50s, but the method was still the same ... no middle medication, right to the enema bag. Mom would simply say "I think you need an enema to solve that problem" which mean I went to my room to get undressed and met her naked in the bathroom where she was preparing the enema. It was a simple, no "ifs, ands, or buts" about it ... the enema was her answer to pending colds, during colds and, of course, constipation which in her book was not going in two days. On the third day you got an enema.

Damn Diana -

Your Mom MUST have bee my mother's twin! I got the same treatments and I'll NEVER forget them. It's unfortunate that the bag has been largely displaced by Fleets.....

Make that triplets, LOL. The white enema can and bar of Ivory came out as needed, with no time-delaying laxative or discussion beforehand. The "cure" took less than 30 minutes from start to finish.

As to when the enema was a sure thing:two days without a movement when sick, three days for constipation alone or with stomach ache, crankiness or other tipoff sign.

I was born in 1956 and my Mom was one of the few that continued using enemas all through the 1960's well past what is considered the age of enemas. My first enema was when I was four years old and they continued until I was 13. I would love to chat with others who also received enema's in their childhood. Please instant message moms_enemas and steven928 at Yahoo

Being born in 1940, I did not miss out. Childhood enemas were just part of growing up. 😁

Yes, the occasional enema was a part of going up, and its popularity made us feel better that it was not invented just for us :-). Open display of enema equipment in stores and homes and offhand comments by friends and classmates also helped with acceptance whether you loved or hated what you were given when needed.

I wasborn in 1948 grow up getting enemas reg once or twice a week .Given by mom at first then by olrer sister till age 14 then solo . They wear great .

Hated them in youth (2 - 😎, loved them afterwards, though.

Not only did we get enemas growing up in the 50s, Our mom would tell the world about the procedure. My mom owned a Beauty Shop. I think every older lady in San Diego knew the complete details of my last enema exercise.

In the 50's I received an enema once every two months or so from my mother. I never made a fuss unlike my brother who would be carried crying and screaming into our bathroom when it was his turn.

I would love for someone else to give me my enemas now, spouse isn't into it at all.

Regarding my post #16 a while back and a question by Rubbertube #26: Interestingly all my Mom's enemas were given with an open top bag, but not the Compacto. Around age 10 when I came home from summer camp the old enema bag had been replaced with a red Compacto. Despite several close calls I never had the pleasure of a 'given' enema from that bag although I know other family members did. However, there were countless self given small enemas over the years until I moved away in the late 50's. Beauty is, the bag still lives. After my folks passed away it was found in the linen closet and with new red tubing it's good as new. Got to be 65 years old and still works it's magic.

I missed the 1940's but was right there for the 1950's and developed my lifrlong relationship with enemas during that period Hotliner

Some of my favorite memories of child hood were mom's enemas. We children didn't get them on any schedule, only when needed. I recall the envy I had for those few friends who got one every week and wished that my mom would talk to their moms and try to emulate that schedule.

My experiences aren't a whole lot different than those of this age group. As a young child in the late 40's, we (me & my sister, who was 2 years older than me) received enemas not on a regular basis, but primarily whenever we had been sick with the flu, or whatever crud we had for more than just a couple days. It wasn't that we were constipated..........our folks just thought that a good enema would help us get over our illness more quickly.........so we received a series of nice warm ivory soap enemas until we were thoroughly cleaned out.

Did they help? I don't know.....but they never hurt. Since my mom was always very gentle giving me an enema, I never developed negative thoughts about them, and was more than eager to try them myself in private, starting in my early teen years. Been enjoying them ever since.

I was born in 1961 but my mother, father, grandmother and aunt all believed in enemas for any illness, injury or behavioral issue. I don't know if other kids in the neighborhood had enema equipment hanging on their bathroom doors, but I saw the big white enamel can, red tubing and black nozzles drying in my grandmother's bathroom as often as I saw ours. And often my mother would call my grandmother to come over from next door to help her give me one. There were times when my enema was a public event with various family members and even neighbors wandering in and out while I was bent over the toilet with the nozzle up my bare butt. It's probably why one of my favorite fantasies is to be given an enema in public... 😉

It sems to me that childhood diseases/illneses were more common in the earlier era, maybe for lack of vaccines. Combined with doctor's orders to keep the bowels open during illness, sickroom enemas were almost inevitable for us kids. Certainly that was true for me, my siblings and cousins too, all of whose moms kept their enema cans and bags in semi-open display between use.

I think keeping the bowels open was pretty good advice.

I know that in the early 50's it was a long and narrow colon tube that had a slit opening at one end and a funnel at the other. It was kept in a white enamel can in which the soapy mixture was prepared, and stirred and then pured from into the funnel with the vaseline-luibricated hose already having been insrted in the rectum.

When i was sick or constipated i always got the one,two,three,a physic of Milk of Mag,a suppository,an a good soap suds enema,or two,or three.

Born in '44, I was in the thick of it. Many factors contributed, but I ended up getting a set (of enemas) at least once a week, starting when I was 4 and a half. Of course, any illness, real, imaginary, or threatened, would cause an extra set. The age of the 'Wonder Drug' or rather is availability to the masses was just starting. Polio and Scarlett Fever had parents scared beyond their limits because of the communicability of them (no vaccines yet at that time) and various other diseases, and exposure through public schools. As was correctly pointed out elsewhere, vaccinations for the common childhood diseases were just coming about, so the average frequency of a kid having to stay home from school was a lot higher than 10 years later. Enemas were so very common in my life that the fear patina wore off. I came to enjoy my private time with Mum; it was about the only time when I really had her all to myself. However, there seemed to be one ironclad rule: No Kid would willingly disclose that he/she was getting them. I applaud those who had or have the guts to pass the tradition on to their kids; they will be healthier for it. I knuckled under to the wife, and I never gave any, and highly doubt she ever gave any to our kids. But sometimes compromises are necessary to maintain peace. That, as they say, is another story

Happy Waterings

Cos.

I had my tonsils removed in 1956 in a Catholic hospital. I was 7 years old. After the operation my temperature was taken rectally every 3 hours. Before I was released a nun gave me an enema with a bulb syringe. She really filled me up. After 5 or 6 bulbs she had me use a bed pan. A little while latter mom took me home. A few days latter mom gave me an enema as well.

I was born in 1937. Enemas in the UK were not seemingly practiced in the UK, in the domestic situation at any rate, as much as they appear to have been in the USA.

So my first experience was when I was hospitalised in about 1947, which falls within the period of this discussion. I was about 10 years of age.

I won't go into detail here because its all set out in my blog of 25.7.2009 which you can read at http://www.zity.biz/index.php?action=blog;sa=catshow;catid=45

Suffice to say I attribute my interest in enemas and my subsequent graduation into the general medical fetish to that experience.

I suspect the extensive use of enemas in the USA in the first part of the twentieth Century was greatly the results Dr. Kellogg . An American Physician that was way ahead of his time on most health subjects. I have seen reports that no man gave or received more enemas them Dr. Kellogg.

I have been giving myself enemas for almost 30 years now. Not sure why such a turn on. It would be nice to have a partner, I think, just guessing

I think my first erotic experience was when I was 3 or 4 and my moms friend took me to the bathroom and cleaned me after going number 2, The idea of this unknown attractive woman doing that personal business tome was a turn on and ever since I have been into it.

i never told that to anyone.

I was born in 1949 and have vague memories of enemas when I was quite young. My mom kept the enema bag in a dresser drawer in the bedroom and I also recall a case of my young cousin and I having been caught by my mom playing with the equipment when we thought she was outside with the other adults. Not much happened to us at the young age we were (I'm guessing 4 or 5), but as I think back, I'm guessing that was the genesis years of a turn on that's stuck with me through 50 + years.

Growing up in the 40's I remeber the little bulb and bowl of soapy water well.

The process was almost weekly. The crying, squirming over my mother's knee, then the instant relief on the toilet.

Fond memories now, but traumatic then.

Growing up in the 50's, any illness, cold or constipation would result in a trip to the bathroom with my mother. I always got a large soapy enema. I have to admit that they never failed to make me feel a little bit better afterwards. In those years, I always would dread them beforehand though.

When I was little I would put off going to the bathroom. Soon, my mother would notice and it was announced that if I didn't have a bowel movement, that she would "have to use the syringe on me". She never called it an enema. I would be given a dose of MOM, which never seemed to work. After a day of dreaded anticipation I would be called into the bathroom. There would be a towel on the floor and a bowl of Ivory soapsuds beside it. On the counter would be the jar of Vaseline and the dreaded bulb syringe. I was placed on the towel and could hear the bubbling sound of her filling the syringe. Despite my protests, she would spread my cheeks and stick the nozzle up my butt. I would cry out as she squeezed the bulb, shooting the soapy solution up inside of me. The syringe woulb be removed, refilled and the process repeated no matter how much I pleaded for her to stop. Bulbful after bulbful would be squirted up my butt until she was certain had been given a thorough syringing. I would have to hold it for five minutes to give the soapsuds time to work before I was allowed to jump on the toilet and expell. If she was convinced that I had been cleaned out it was back on the towel for a few bulbfuls of clear water to rinse me out.

After that she would keep an eye on me for a few days to make sure I wasn't putting off going to the bathroom. Eventually I would go back to my old habits and before long it was back on the bathroom floor for another encounter with the dreaded syringe.

Buddy - you really don't sound like you dreaded the syringe too much.

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Did anyone here have the opportunity to experience the LA "Sherema" clinic? From what I have read and heard, it was quite the place for enema lovers. Too bad for me that it closed before I learned of it.