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.