Was your mom obsessed with giving you suppositories for constipation?

For me it was my foster aunt and her husband, they were both very much into enemas (and other stuff). But my F aunt was the dominant one and when I went into their care she made sure that I learnt very quickly what the rubber thing (a Higginson) was for and what it did. And like or not (and I didn't like it) she made sure that the enema was going to be a way of life for me. She had an obsession with my bowel movements.

My mom used suppositories occasionally as a prep for an upcoming enema. “This will get things started” she would say. When she came into the bedroom with that glass jar of those long, thin suppositories, I knew it wouldn't be long before I would be called into bathroom for a “good” enema, her preferred method for dealing with constipation.

My Mom gave me suppositories occasionally if she had given me a laxative the night before and it didn't make me go as soon as I woke up the next morning. She used glycerin suppositories until I was 12 or sometimes a homemade Ivory soap stick if she had run out of suppositories and for a while she used Evacusert suppositories after my uncle who was a salesman for a drug company gave her a box of samples to try. In my teens she switched to Dulcolax or other cheaper generic bisacodyl suppositories. If the laxative plus a suppository didn't make me go after about 20 minutes she would get out the enema bag and give me a big hot soapsuds enema.

Yes, my mom loved administering suppositories in my bum. Got my sister-in-law to join too. My older brother helped too sometimes. They would hold me down while I squirmed, cried and tried to get away. Sometimes I got a spanking for this too.

It could be otk on one of their laps or on my stomach on the bed or couch or in the diaper position. They would spring it on me when I would least expect it. Always caught me by surprise, secured my limbs, pulled my dress up, panties down, cheeks held apart by one of them while another lubed me thoroughly and inserted the pill deeply.

No obsession either way by definition. She's a devoutee of enemas, but, suppositories are used for us as a “supplement” but again, it's her way of thinking, her manner, what she believes. I don't think it qualifies for a “diagnosis” of like OCD or anything.

My mother was very much obsessed with my bowel movement if didn't go every day she took action first ether with supp or soap sticks if that failed get good enough result then large soapy enema followed

I dont recall too many suppositories but mom certainly gave me a lot of enemas…. whenever i felt ill, constipated, or had a fever i got an enema. apparently my sister did too but i did not know that at the time….. she told me that she did not like them one bit.. while I, on the other hand, always enjoyed my enemas…. and still do. on a related note… we both got bare assed spankings too.. mostly with a hairbrush and I occasionally got the belt.

I don’t know if I’d say obsessed but I got one every time I was constipated

@Mason if the pills then the suppo didn't work it was the bag. I loved the bag. Never got the finger though…

She didn't have a suppository obsession per se, but an obsession with having daily bowel movements. Dinner talk could shift to bowel issues, like "this vegetable has roughage to help you poop" and my aunt, who lived with us for a while, often griped about her failure to clear her bowels in the morning, for which my mom would offer laxatives. I had to listen to inane pooping strategies, like forcing themselves to drink 5 cups of water right after waking to get their bowels moving. She claimed to know if her friends hadn't pooped for a day.

Mom liked to threaten me with suppositories when I refused to drink the awful tasting prune juice or metamucil, which I sometimes poured down the drain when she wasn't looking. And when she caught me poop withholding, she would tell me to "stop controlling it" or ask "are you controlling it?" but she knew the answer because mom knew my body language well. I would feel guilty at being caught, and then my anxiety would build because a suppository or enema was imminent.

When she was about to give me a suppository, she could be cruel and domineering. If I showed the slightest sign of resistance, she would yell for whoever was in the house at the time to come help hold me down. I remember how she directed my dad, aunt and her friends to hold my limbs and position my body to receive the suppository or enema. She had no shame in letting anyone see her insert the laxatives into my anus. The shame and embarrassment were all mine to bear. She had a penchant for using the power of shame to keep me in line, and suppositories were the way she did it for bowel movements.

@Phoenix7 that sounds like something from Rosemary's Baby. My mother was obsessed to. I am as an adult following in her footsteps 😃 Isn't it why we are all here 😉🌹❤️

There wasn’t any shame about it at my house growing up. If they thought I needed suppositories then I got them plain and simple. My mom or stepdad would have me on their lap or my bed to push them in. Mom usually gave me the enemas and my stepdad usually did the suppositories and temp taking because his fingers were longer than my moms so he get up inside me a little bit further. The only bad part was the occasional friend or family member there who saw me getting my temp taken and suppository inserted in my butt.

I do not think mom was onessed but she believed of their efdectiveness. Therefore l got a lot. For almost all problems.

My cousin who's 4 months younger than me was frequently constipated when he was growing up and my aunt gave him Glycerin Suppositories several times a week when he didn't poop first thing in the morning in addition to giving him a big dose of Agarol laxative once a week in an attempt to keep him regular. He would usually have several big urgent runny poops the next morning but in a few days he couldn't go and she'd give him another suppository. I got the weekly doses of Agarol during the summer when I stayed at their cottage during July and August but I don't remember her ever giving me a suppository.

When I was very young, my mom seemed obsessed with enemas. And she was old school about pooping once a day. I was the rebellious one and would protest every time. Many times I had to be held down by another family member in order to receive my daily enema.

But once my mom got a job and wouldn’t be home all the time, I thought that the daily enemas were over. Since I was too young to be left home alone, she hired a babysitter and I would spend the day at the sitter’s house. Apparently, my mom told the sitter about enemas and that I needed to poop daily. Well the sitter had a different way of handling it and assured my mom that it will be handled.

From that point forward, every afternoon after lunch, she would take me to the bathroom and make me sit on the toilet for a while to see if I could go on my own. She would give me 20-30 minutes and then come check on me. When she entered the room I could see a blue jar in her hand or a small box. She would tell me to stand up so she could see if I had went. Every time, there would be nothing. She would then bend me over the side of the tub. I could feel her prying my cheeks apart. With one hand holding me open, she would force a Dulcolax into me deep. The first time I had no idea what was happening. But the feeling of her long finger inside me, coupled with the slight burn of the suppository was something I had never experienced. Once it was in me at the depth she liked, she would pull my pants up and instruct me to go downstairs and wait.

The suppository felt weird inside me. I was feeling mad, sad and confused all at the same time. As I walked down the stairs I noticed something else had happened. I had a huge erection! So big that it hurt. Another confusing moment. Unsure if this was normal, I thought I needed to amp up my protests next time. Because I just wasn’t sure I liked feeling like this.

The next time I was at the sitters I knew what was coming. So as best as I could, I protested, and would not unclench my butt or bend over. That’s when she spanked me! She gave me 3 or 4 good swats. Surprised and shocked, she the forced me over the side of the tub and shoved not one but two suppositories into me forcefully. Same results as I walked down the stairs. My erection was straining against the front of my pants. Once I was downstairs, I started to walk to the couch to sit down. But she had other plans. She took me by the wrist and let me to her car. She then proceeded to drive me all over town slowly. Giving the suppositories time to work. She made sure to take her time getting me back to the toilet. From that point for the next 5 years, every day was the same routine. Of course my thoughts changed about it to the point I looked forward to it everyday.

Later in life, I was fortunate enough to find a wife that could replicate those days for me. She would dress in a short skirt nurses outfit for me. She loved to give me huge enemas and multiple suppositories! A lot of times, she would give me both and make me hold them or plug my ass. I was forced to hold them while I gave her oral pleasure until I made her cum. Other times she would give me a huge enema, plug my ass and then we would have sex. Believe me when I say it’s difficult to hold a 3qt enema and be able to thrust. The sloshing water as I slid in and out of her would really amplify the cramping. But I couldn’t stop until I would cum. Then I was allowed to release only if I came back and licked her clean. If I didn’t lick her clean, then she would spank me and punish me with no less than six suppositories and plug me for the night. Not allowed to get out of bed till morning.

Unfortunately, our time together was cut short when she passed away about 7 years ago. I sure miss her and all the fun we had. I just hope to find someone like her to continue this journey.

Yes , I guess mom grew up getting her temperature taking with a rectal thermometer and was given suppositories. Even as me and my sister got older into our teenage years. Mom continue to take us to our pediatrician we both had from birth. Any time we was sick nauseated or vomiting she would request suppositories. She would let us know it was time to get our medication. She would say suppository time get ur underwear down she would take our temperature first then push the suppository in and hold it with her finger for a couple seconds then it was done. Same for constipation. She had the longer suppository like a thermometer she would hold in place and slid it in slowly. We both hated when our grandmother or aunt was there you had know privacy. If we had a fever she had Tylenol suppositories for that

Not my Mum but my Aunt was obsessed with us (me and my two cousins) having daily movements. If by late afternoon we had not been for a BM we would receive a soap suppository or Glycerin Suppository. I was required to bend over the bath side and she would part my cheeks with one hand and insert the soap with the other hand, it was rarely pushed all the way in. As I was naturally "tight" she would simply push it until it was past the opening and as I was clenching the soap slipped deep inside. Often the younger of my cousin would peep through the crack of the bathroom door, although I did the same when it was her turn.

I wouldnt say obsessed, but she was very determined to follow the treatment and help me with my constipation issues I had from 4 to 6y I think. The thing that really bothered me, was being monitored if I had pooped or not. I felt like she was messing with something that I was supposed to be in charge.

Sometimes I was made to sit on a potty after lunch just to try and make something. I would remain there sobbing and embarrassed. My parents werent the ones who would chose an enema or a suppository as the first option. They would try this or the other remedies or encourage me to do some poop before getting to suppositories.

I don’t think my mom was actually obsessed because she didn’t give me suppositories super often. But I believe that at least 50% of the time she gave me a suppository I wasn’t actually constipated. I remember telling her “I just pooped this morning,” and she would say “No, you haven’t pooped in 3 days.” There was no convincing her otherwise. I hated bending over her lap and her spreading apart my butt cheeks, slowly but forcefully pushing the long, skinny suppo into my bottom, and repeatedly sliding it in and out. When I asked her to please stop doing that, she claimed that she was “only making sure it went in all the way.” Soon after, the stinging would start and about ten minutes later I felt an overwhelming need to push it out. When I told my mom I really, really needed to go RIGHT NOW, she would not let me get to the toilet. After what felt like an hour, she finally let me try to poop. If all that came out was the remains of the suppository, I felt like yelling, “See, I told you I already pooped today.” But I knew that such words would fall on deaf ears. Mom would say, “Oh well, looks like you didn’t keep your suppository in long enough.” I also knew what came next: a second suppo that I had to hold in for even longer. When the second suppo was also ineffective (because there still wasn’t any stool in my colon, duh) I knew she would give me yet another suppository the following day in the afternoon. So I made absolutely sure not to poop before the next day’s suppository. What a waste of my playtime!

Maybe not suppositories, but she was definitely obsess with my bowel movements. No sign of a productive bowel movement resulted in a suppository, If that didn't work I would receive an enema.

At times, I would have to pull down my pants before bed and my mom would insert her finger into my rectum to see if I had pooped during the day.

Saturday mornings were dedicated to making sure a proper bowel movement occurred. One Saturday I was given a suppository and was allowed to go in the back yard to play. The suppository took effect sooner than I anticipated and I pooped in my underpants. I walked into the kitchen. I was ashamed of myself and was trying to hide my predicament. But, my mother knew!! I was marched upstairs into the bathroom. I had to take off my clothes in the tub. I was given a bulb enema and had to release it in the tub while my mother watched. After I was cleaned up, I was given a spanking and sent to my room.

As I got a little older, I started to like the suppository/enema routine. I would purposely hold my bowel movements for two days. When it was time for the suppositories, I would poop out the suppository just so I could get the enema!

My mom was not obsessed with suppositories but on occasion would start to think that they might just be less fuss than making and giving an enema. When they wouldn't work the way she wanted she would again resort to enemas. This happened a couple of times until she sort abandoned the whole idea.

I weas only given a few they never got the same result as the red bag i got those more often,

I only received suppositories once, but it was definitely a memorable experience. I dealt with constipation as a very young (5 to 6) child, and laxatives were usually all I needed. I'm not sure what was different the one time I got suppositories, since I was much too young to really be included in the conversation.

I knew about rectal temperatures at that age, because my grandparents had an old fashioned baby book with pictures, but I had no memory of receiving one and I had never had anything else inserted rectally. I don't remember exactly how I was told what was going to happen; I think it was something like "a pill for your bum." I vividly remember being completely undressed and leaning over the bathtub, holding my cheeks apart as my mother inserted the suppository. I hated the way it felt and kept expelling it, but I would just be told to lean over again and keep my bottom open. I don't remember if I finally let one melt or if the suppositories were abandoned in favor of the usual laxative; but I know I narrowly avoided an enema, because my sibling recieved one just a few days later. I was horrified by the idea of having anything squeezed into me (there had been a lot of crying so I assumed the worst) and grew out of the constipation phase shortly after, so I didn't receive any more suppositories, and only took an enema for the first time as an adult.

@gingerbread84 I received a number of suppositories (drugs; I don't recall rectal laxatives), and I recall some of the aspects of the administration, but I'm a bit blurry about which position was used. After reading your testimony, I wonder if my mother had me hold my buttock open, for instance when I was lying on the side.

Did your witness the enema?

I was on the opposite end of this spectrum. I had an issue at 5 of not pooping for 9 days. never plugged the toilet, just dense? got worms and doc provided a cream. got really into it myself, then wax tapered candles, then just.. blush.. I am happy if I do one once every couple days, but recently checked out this "Marshmellow insertion" as a silly laxative, it is more of a water attractor. the first time I push like 14 mini marshmallows just inside, and 20 minutes later squirts. second time I plunged them deeper (only 10) with a thick 18 inch toy. lots of "clear" thick liquid (partially soaked marshmallow? I couldnt tell, clear.) but the amount of stool was minimal. the first time was only the bottom of my colon, the second one a week later definitely gave me lil tummy cramps before expulsion. motherly? nah,

No , not in the case of constipation . Usually I don't remember any seen of having constipation . But yes if its come on having fever . Usually back in the day when I was fell sick it would result in high fever and the obvious solution is the suppository upto your butt