When I was 7 or 8 my sister and I would play enema games, ( at that time we called it a neenyme) since we were away from the bathroom we didn't have water so we only inserted the nozzle into each other and pretend to turn on the flow. One time our dog came into where we were and we thought it would be a hoot to give him one. He didn't like it at all and snapped out, biting my sister, and we had to make up a good story to keep him from being put down. It was about that time that I started to give myself real enemas, even though mother took care of my needs, I suppose that the experimenter in me was starting to mature.

I was someplace around 8 when I started giving them to myself every chance I got. Anytime I was left alone at home for more than a half hour you can bet I did it. Somewhere around 8 or 9 my Mother stopped giving them to me except during times of serious and obvious need. I think my Father told her to stop. He always seemed excessively concerned about me growing up to be a queer or something. Alas, I love women but also love enemas and anal with women. His concerns were wasted and the anal was already fixed in part because of him and his later explanation of sex and fucking to be specific.

For those with kids out there...When your innocent child asks you what fucking is, don't tell them that is when a boy sticks his peter in a girls ass!! Hell I didn't know that there were TWO asses to chose from!!! This created endless odd fantasies and further focused me on anal! LOL.

Was given my first enema when I was 2 in my grandmother's house in a spare bedroom by my mother on several towels and plastic on the bed. I remember crying and screaming just wanting it to end. At the age of 4 to 5, I became anally fixated and began scarfing some of my mom's hairpins and putting them in my butt. She started noticing a lot of her hairpins were disappearing, but never knew what I was doing with them. Then I started experimenting as I got older (around 6 and 7). My parents bought us some Togo building blocks and in the set was a pumper and a hose which was used to make the blocks move. I filled the pumper up and connected the hose and secretly used it in bed as an enema and remember feeling eroticism even at this early age. As I got closer to puberty, my mother administered several enemas and something began to click. I started sneaking around after everyone went to bed and started administering them myself for every ailment looking for an excuse to do it. Especially when I was stressed out from tests in my college days. One time I snuck home from college and gave myself an enema standing up knowing my parents were due home any minute. The threat of getting caught made me climax so hard I nearly fainted and if I had not been holding onto the towel rack, I would have fallen and made a tremendous mess all over the floor. Still fantasize about being given an enema by a beautiful nurse.

I share your disappointment, Batmansix, as my s/o keeps up with, yet seldom exceeds, my pace in all but a very few fetish interests. Sadly, he shows no interest in enemas at the present time.

It amazes me how many of you experienced enemas as children. Perhaps being raised as a Catholic , in a household where sex and bodily functions were "tabu", has something to do with my being enema deprived until I was about 19.

Stumbling upon this forum is a real find. Thank you all.

I was around 9 when I found the bulb syringe

I started self enemas at age 9yrs old and was given them bedfore that by my sister from age 4 to 14yrs old started solo at 9 when i got 14 mom walked in while i was hooked up . After i was done she said to tell her next time and did i need any help . Also that i was using wrong nozzle i was using douche nozzle whick i like best .

I started at age seven with enemas in a childrens hospital when I had surgery on my knee.Two nurses wheeled me into a large bathroom in the boys ward then stripped me naked.They said,"We have to clean you out for your surgery tomorrow".One nurse brought a tray with a funnel and colon tube along with a white pitcher and some green soap.They gave me several enemas until the contents in the bedpan where clear.I was loving every minute of the warm soapy enemas.From that day on,I was hooked and never looked back.My whole life is built around my enema passion and after sixty years,I still love my enemas every three or four days

I was around 9 when I found moms bulb syringe, Bought my own bag around 12 or 13 using money from my paper route.
Bill

I've been giving myself enemas for years - it's now more than 40 years and only in the last 2 years have i really gotten into it by making it ok. I always felt guilty before. What a waste of time. Now I have all kinds of nozzles and am always shopping for a new and bigger enema bag and more dodads. yummmmmmm