Was anyone other than the giver present during your suppository insertions?

Whether it was through a doctor, parent, partner, relative, Dom, etc. do you feel like your giver handled suppositories discreetly and allowed you adequate privacy? Did anyone other than your giver watch as you received a suppository? What did you feel at that time? Dread? Embarrassment? Excitement? Do have ever remember watching someone else receive a suppository?

As an only child I believe I was always alone with mom when she gave me suppositories, except perhaps when really little.

I was given suppositories relatively often as a child. The cause was constipation. My mother gave me the suppositories. I got them until I was 12. This was done discreetly. Mom used to do it in my room. I wasn't afraid of applying suppositories. When I was younger I wasn't ashamed either. However, when I was older (around 9-10 years old), I started to be ashamed of it. At the same time, I wasn't ashamed of having to show my bare buttocks. My mother saw me undressed until I was 15. However, I was ashamed of being treated like a small child. It was similar in the case of enemas or spankings.

Applying suppositories was also very exciting for me when I was younger. It was a strange feeling, especially when it was time to apply the suppository. I saw the preparations: my mother took out the suppository, put on rubber gloves, and lightly lubricated her little finger with Vaseline. I knew she would insert it and the suppository into my rectum. I was strangely excited about it, which I didn't understand at the time.

However, sometimes when talking to other women, my mother would tell me what remedies she used and I didn't like it very much.

I must have been very young, and I don't remember receiving them, as later on I realized there were unused "infants and children's" glycerin suppositories stored in a bottle in the medicine cabinet. They were the long old style ones. I was an only child, so the experience was solo, with my mother. I did have some bowel issues at an early age, that would have required me to NOT be constipated.

I was born in the 80's and parents didn't pay attention to their children's privacy. I received suppositories in the living room with my brothers and father watching, in the doctor's office I received from a nurse with the doctor and my parents watching, my grandmother and aunts also saw me using suppositories. I've seen my mom inserting suppository into it and donating it to my siblings. I felt a mixture of fear, shame and excitement when I was given suppositories. I felt excitement and curiosity watching other people receive.

@Anne20

Is it possible to get an comment from you regarding current cultural approach to privacy and enemas in Argentina? I saw a post from someone that enemas are quite mainstream at the moment there, mercado libre seems to have a decent variety of sex toys, but really hard to find any forums regarding medfet for that region.

Yes ..As a child mom used suppositories for constipation. We got phenergan suppositories when we were sick even in our teenage years. Back then there wasn’t much privacy. We went to the Doctor office together so we were use to seeing each other get a thermometer in the butt or a suppository. I had hip replacement surgery in 2004 on the 3 day nurse and a medical assistant came into the room. She informed me she need to give me a suppository. I had to poop before I could be released. So I finally agreed she stuck it up my butthole with the medical assistant and my wife in the room.

@Nanjoy There are many sex shops in both Argentina and Brazil. I think Brazil has a bigger market for erotic products than Argentina, I know this because I was born in Brazil and I visit the country often. Enemas are being widely used for the purpose of detoxifying the body, but not as a "cure" as happened in the 1950s. I don't really see fetish forums around here.

Both my parents. My first suppo was a very shocking experience. I was 4 years old I guess and I remember being in the bathroom with mum. I was sitting on the toilet and I remember wanting to take a dump but I couldnt. So I told my mum I couldnt do it. Big mistake.

She told me to keep trying but I couldnt do anything. After pushing some more my mum brought a small kids potty and made me do it there. Once again I couldnt do anything.

Next thing I remember I was brought to the kitchen and I saw my parent enter with a green and white box that he put over the fridge.

After that I remeber being over my mums lap crying and trying to escape as she put something very burning inside my butt.. I remember my father watching the scene and doing nothing. After she put the suppository she let me go, and I ran away to the backyard crying with a deep feeling of betrayal and wondering what had they done to me. It felt horrible.