Early childhood suppository experience

Let us know your early childhood suppository experiences. Personally, I remember never wanting one, but I didn't have any choice. It was mums decision always. I remember her pulling my pants down, putting me over her knees and pushing one in as far as she could. I remember crying every time I got one and I also remember getting an erection. Once I got to watch mum take a suppository in the bathroom. I just followed her into the bathroom and she opened the medicine cabinet and brought the suppositories out. I thought, oh no! I'm going to get one, but no, it was for her. I remember her lifting her dress up to her hips and pulling her panties down. Then she pulled the foil wrapped strip of suppositories out of the box and tore one off. She told me not to worry, it was for her this time. I remember my heart pounding hard as she removed the foil wrapper, bent forward, reached around behind her and pushed it into her bum. I thought I was going to pass out from watching her have one. Then she unwrapped another one and again pushed it in. When she was finished, she washed her hands, pulled her panties back up, pulled her dress back down and we went to watch TV till she had to go poo. I'll never forget that experience.

My mom was a believer in suppositories 70’s 80’s along with the rectal thermometer. If we had trouble going to bathroom we got the slender longer suppositories she would slowly ease it in . Nausea or vomiting she requested Phenergan suppositories or took us to the Pediatrician to get them

My mother would buy a thick suppository called CEO TWO and also glycerin suppositories. She would use an applicator from the Norforms she used to first insert one or two glycerin suppositories, then would wet the CEO TWO suppository and push that in. Each box of Norforms suppositories comes with an applicator so one was reserved for the anal suppositories and others for hers. My sisters tended to get constipated more often than I so in the morning just before breakfast if they didn't go, the suppositories would be inserted . We would sit on hard wooden chairs and know who got the suppositories that morning by the squirming that would start as they melted and we started feeling their effects. We also got enemas and they were given before the enemas. It was mom's last decision when enemas were needed. I would get an erection from retaining the suppositories and would masturbate while expelling or if I knew that I would be getting an enema afterwards, I would wait until it was injected and I was full and cramping to masturbate then feeling the painful pleasure the enema produced .

Around age 5 or 6 I suffered from constipation and was prescribed suppositories.

Initially I had kept it hidden from my parents and eventually reached a point where, after a long while without a bowel movement, I found myself needing to go but the monster shit inside me felt like it was tearing me in half. After several minutes of alternating between desperately trying to get this thing out of me and desperately trying to hold it back, my crying alerted my mum. She held me and encouraged me to get it out, and after seeing the size of it, immediately made an emergency appointment with the doctor.

Doctor checked me over, determined that the damage wasn't too serious but I was still quite backed up. She gave me a suppository then and there, and we left with a prescription for one a day. I remember being nervous to have anything inside me as I was still sore but the doctor was very kind and gentle with me.

I don't recall how long my mum was giving me suppositories at home. Every evening she'd summon me to her bedroom, I'd drop my underwear and lay face down on the bed, she would part my cheeks and insert it.

The consequence of keeping my constipation hidden so long was that the next several years I had to tell my mum every time I went for a poo and she would go to the toilet to check. The next time, she caught it early and we managed it at home through diet, which I sulked and complained about until she informed me that the alternative was going back to the doctor for more suppositories. Then I shut up and ate my prunes.

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My Mom used the long children's glycerin suppositories when she was toilet training me.

We made frequently summer vacation with the two daughters of our friends. Since all felt sickness in the car the mothers decided that we should take a medication in the morning. So I was the witness of this procedure. It took place early in the morning, before we went on tour. The mother went in our dormitory and asked us for rolling on their belly. Since she was a nurse she used two pre-filled syringes without needle. It was a fast procedure and we have been left in our beds for some further time.

Mom gave me glycerin suppositories often. The first one I remember I was placed on my back on the changing table with a diaper under my bottom. I was 3 years old. Mom or my aunt would raise my legs while mom slowly inserted a long suppository. Mom would move it back and forth until I had a bowel movement.

At age 4 mom placed me over her lap while she gave me the suppository. As mom worked it in and out of my rectum my bowels ultimately would an urgent need to empty. I remember squirming and crying as mom inserted the entire length into me with a rectal thermometer then squeeze my cheeks to hold the suppository for a few more minutes before placing me in the toilet.

At age 8 mom used an adult suppository pushing it as far as her finger could go over her lap. At age 10 she gave them to me in bed with my legs raised.

If the suppository didn't produce a bowel movement mom gave me an enema with a bulb syringe.

I was given a suppository over my aunt's lap in front of my sister and a cousin when I was 6. We were back from a weekend at this camping site near a lake. The road was very curvy and I got motion sickness all the way, I even threw on the seats of my uncle's van. He was so pissed. We had to stop to clean the mess and take some air.

When we finally got back to their house I was feeling quite well, but my aunt decided otherwise and asked me if I wanted for her to give me a suppository. Of course I said no but I guess she wasn't asking for an answer cause she went into her room and came back with this pink box.

I knew what was going to happen but I was a shy and obedient boy so I didn't complain. She was a big fat woman, took me by the hand and while she took a seat at her couch made me stand there in front of her. She dropped my shorts and put me over her lap. While this was ocurring my sister and cousin were playing on the carpet. I guess they were watching the scene going on.

She unwrapped a suppository I guess. I remember my cheeks being firmly spread and then she inserted the damned suppository. After this she put my cheeks together with her hand for a moment while making some shaking movement on my butt. The insertion was very quick and swiftly done. I didn't feel any discomfort or pain. She let me go back to play with the girls, I was kind of shocked cause I don't remember seeing their reaction and we continued like nothing happened. I can still recall the odd sensation of playing while I was feeling that something was sitting inside my butt.

I first encountered rectal suppositories when I was about 3 y.o. (I think even a little younger) and had pancreatitis (acute inflammation of the pancreas). Doctors prescribed me a bunch of medications, one of which was rectal suppositories that had to be inserted twice a day – morning and evening before bed. My mother inserted the suppositories, while I was lying in my bed in a diaper position. And it was a real nightmare.

The most interesting thing is that I was so little that I didn't even understand what was happening. I didn't know that a suppository was a "magic bullet" made of a mixture of oils and fats that my mother inserted into my bottom, that she did it with her finger, and that the suppository stayed inside until it melted and was absorbed by the rectum.

All I knew was that as soon as my mother said the words - "Honey, let's give you a suppository!" - my legs would lift up, so I couldn't see anything in the room except my knees. And immediately afterward, I only felt that terrible sensation in my bottom. I don't even know how to describe it - some kind of instantaneous mixture of pain, burning, the urge to poop, and a distension inside my rectum - as if something were forcibly expanding my poor bottom from the inside and it was about to explode.

This went on for several days, and during that time, I even developed a conditioned reflex. As soon as I heard those dreadful words from my mother again, I would start crying at the top of my lungs, without even waiting for my legs to block my vision and that dreadful feeling to begin to build in my butt. The word "suppository" itself became a real trigger for me.

But fortunately, I soon recovered and was never tormented by rectal suppositories again. They're actually quite common in our country, and many mothers regularly use them to treat their children for a variety of ailments up until they're 7-9 y.o., but (fortunately!) I've never had to deal with this again.

The next time I had to resort to suppositories was when I was almost an adult (16 y.o.), and of course, everything was different.