Enemas

I am a 60-year-old male that has a strong sexual attraction to enemas. Indeed, enemas have been a dominant part of my sexuality since as early as I can remember. Enemas were sexual to me before I even knew what sex was. My mother used to give me enemas as a small child/toddler but as she stated. "I never gave you that many enemas." To which I replied, "Well I guess it was enough." My recollections are of being called into the bathroom and being draped over her knees and being injected with warm soapy water from a red rubber bulb syringe with a black nozzle. I never asked for an enema, but never protested when called into the bathroom to receive one. I do however recall embarrassment when being summoned to receive an enema.

Over the years, I developed a fascination with not only the procedure but also the equipment used for the procedure. In our home we had a big red rubber open top bag hanging behind the bathroom door and the bulb was kept in medicine cabinet. I stared to self administer enemas to myself by the time I was probably 10-years-old and I believe my mother was aware of this because that was about the time she stopped giving them to me. Regardless, by that time I knew that I loved enemas and the equipment used to give them. I would sneak a peak, and if opportunity arose, use, any enema equipment I could find. To this day I can tell you what type of feminine hygiene/enema equipment was in all my relatives and neighbors homes. And every home had fascinating equipment. Keep in mind, this is during the 50's and enemas were a part of the overall cultural milieu at the time.

I have little doubt that my mother was anally erotic because even though I received relatively few enemas, I witnessed her take them on and amazingly frequent basis. I want to say daily, but I think that might be somewhat of an exaggeration. However her daily routine used to be pretty much the same. She would get up and have coffee and a cigarette and work the morning crossword puzzle and then head to the bathroom where she would take an enema and finish working the crossword puzzle. It would be during these times that I recall receiving my first enemas when she would also summon me to the bathroom to receive an enema. However, I think I was receiving enemas way earlier than that.

I mentioned earlier that enemas were part of the overall milieu of the American culture of the 50's and this included childbirth. The standard birthing procedure at the time was shaving the pubic area and administering a large volume soapsuds enema. For some reason my mother always liked to tell me about when I was born and go into all the details, with special attention paid to describing the enema, so perhaps I also associate an enema with my presence in the world. (paging Dr. Freud, paging Dr. Freud) Regardless, my mother was somewhat of a professional enema taker and even she was impressed with these pre-childbirth enemas of the 50's.

But for whatever the reason, by the time I hit adolescence I knew that enemas were the driving force of my sexuality. Not that I was entirely focused on the enema and the equipment, but whenever I had sexual thoughts about a woman, the fantasy would always include an enema somehow involved in the sexual scenario I devised in my mind.

It was not until I was a young adult that I started realizing that there may be others out there who shared my sexualization of the common enema. Up until this time I felt like I was a genuine freak of nature because I found pleasure in a procedure that most found unpleasant and distasteful. Then, in the early to mid-70's Penthouse magazine started to touch on the subject and occasionally mention enemas in their "forums" section. Also, it was about the same time that Dr. Joan Denko published her findings of people that were excited with enemas and it was she that first used the term klismaphelia to describe the condition:

Denko, JD. (April 1973). "Klismaphilia: enema as a sexual preference. Report of two cases.". Am J Psychother. 27 (2): 232–50.

Later of course the Internet came along and changed everything,and I feel that is for the good. I had decided after a few failed relationships to be open and honest about my enema interests and I have had more than one drop me like a hot potato after she found out about my enema interests. Today I am still taking and enjoying large volume hot soapsuds enemas and enjoy giving them as well. I am happily married (well, most of the time anyway) and my wife knows of my eclectic sexual interests and even though she does not like to participate as she once did she is till very accepting of my frequent enema activity. Also, I still have a keen interest in enema equipment (not sure I would categorize it as a fetish) so be forewarned, if I come to your house I will snoop in your bathroom for enema equipment.

To those of you who may read this, I would encourage you to be open and honest about your interests. With the Internet it is so much easier than it used to be.

Hi,

As I gather, you are not actually here to present a problem. Moreover, you are here to encourage people to be open about things. If that is the case, then I want to tell you that I am in agreement. One must never feel persecuted for simply being who they are (this becomes a little grey in certain areas though...). However, the fact of the matter is that some 'interests' are seen as 'aloof', strange, or odd by the general public. These are interests that should remain concealed if the person who harbours the interest wants to be accepted by society. This is an unfortunaste fact, but a fact it is.

Then again, I agree that the Internet is a playground where fantasies and 'odd' interests can be expressed comfortably.

Take care
Kevin

Kevin,
You are right. There is no specific "problem." I am simply addressing the paraphilia of klismaphelia and sharing my story. In the DSM IV klismaphelia is simply mentioned under, I believe, "other paraphelias" or some such thing. It gets only brief mention because it is seldom problematic. That is to say, people seldom seek treatment for it because it is not a disabling problem. I would say if anything it is, from a psychological point of view, interesting in how it develops. For instance how is the early sexual mapping put in place. For instance there are many who received more enemas than I did as a child and totally hate enemas.

However, as I mentioned in my previous post, my biggest problem was the feeling that I was all alone in my own unique sexuality for so many years. This was a feeling that I had from my earliest childhood years up until I was a young adult.

Thank you for explaining. It is my belief that many who come here had originally felt 'alone' with their problem. I certainly did, but i only had OCD and social anxiety!! Oh well, we all learn...

filup wrote:However, as I mentioned in my previous post, my biggest problem was the feeling that I was all alone in my own unique sexuality for so many years. This was a feeling that I had from my earliest childhood years up until I was a young adult.

Thank goodness for the Internet!

filup wrote:Kevin,
You are right. There is no specific "problem." I am simply addressing the paraphilia of klismaphelia and sharing my story. In the DSM IV klismaphelia is simply mentioned under, I believe, "other paraphelias" or some such thing. It gets only brief mention because it is seldom problematic. That is to say, people seldom seek treatment for it because it is not a disabling problem. I would say if anything it is, from a psychological point of view, interesting in how it develops. For instance how is the early sexual mapping put in place. For instance there are many who received more enemas than I did as a child and totally hate enemas.

However, as I mentioned in my previous post, my biggest problem was the feeling that I was all alone in my own unique sexuality for so many years. This was a feeling that I had from my earliest childhood years up until I was a young adult.

I appreciate enemas for their functionality but do not enjoy them sexually. I do not consider you abhorrent because you do