Was your mom obsessed with giving you suppositories for constipation?

Not at all. Unfortunately I had to learn myself through observation.

I was seldom given a suppository but instead was given twice a week enemas with an occassional bonus one for various reasons (attitude adjustment, travel, etc).

My mom never gave me a suppository and only gave me one enema when I was six years old, as a punishment for play doctor with a neighbor boy. I gave him a shot using my finger in his bottom and had him return the favor. When his mom asked what we did that afternoon, he told her about our preparations for medical school by practicing giving injections in our bottoms. His mom was not impressed with our medical aspirations and called my mom who was mortified.

To teach me a thing or two about sticking things in somebody's bottom hole, she gave me an enema with the red bulb and the black nozzle. I had no idea what she was doing. She had me strip naked, bending forward with my hands on my knees, and she squirted the load in my bum. Unfortunately for her, she did not teach me the lesson she was hoping to teach. Fortunately for me, she did not teach me the lesson she hoping to teach. The nozzle felt good going in and the squirt of warm water in my innards was heavenly. I stood upright and let out a shriek mostly of surprise mixed with delight, but knowing I was being punished I turned it into a shriek of discomfort and distain. Even the paddling that was administered after I emptied didn't not teach me the lesson she was trying to teach because pure pleasure of the enema overrode the pain of the paddling.

Over the next many years until I left for college, I snuck into my parents' bathroom and helped myself to my mom's enema equipment.

But somehow I missed out on suppositories and I would have enjoyed those because I am anal erotic.