Until how old did you get suppositories from Mom ?

I recently discovered Bisacodyl suppositories. Am enjoying them in my mid 70s. Playing with Magic Bullets and Sephure inserters. Doing it recreationally, as I take enemas and don't actually need suppositories.

However suppositories can be used to clear the rectum so larger enema apparatus doesn't get clogged or unnecessarily soiled.

Much the same reason I use to justify “ Poppin” a bullett

Hey Aussie. “JUSTIFY”??

Lol, I want to take suppositories. That's all the justification I need.😁😁

@Aura1 interesting.. And do you remember by any chance which kind of suppositories did you get from your mother? Were they for constipation or fever? And do you remember the brand?

Sometimes I got hard stools. Even when I didn't, my family administered them as a precaution. I hated them but was forcefully held down.

I don’t remember getting suppositories when I was a kid. Prune juice always worked! LOL The first one I remember was when I was 22 and in the hospital and throwing up after surgery. A nurse gave me a shot in my thigh that hurt so bad. The next day I was nauseated, and I told a nurse please don’t give me another shot like that. She said she could give me medication rectally. The second nurse rolled me on my side, and the first nurse pushed the suppository into me, and I mean really pushed it in. I learned that it was Compazine, which stopped the nausea but made me feel so agitated that didn’t want any more.

I had Home nursing after being in the hospital, and because I couldn’t take oral meds for a while, Angie she said I could take Acetaminophen supps in my bottom when I was having headaches. She taught me how to take them, my husband was there too. What a fun scene that was!! There is an “art” to Inserting a suppository to make it most effective, Angie taught us. I’ve always remembered those 1, 2, 3 steps.

There is an “art” to Inserting a suppository to make it most effective, Angie taught us. I’ve always remembered those 1, 2, 3 steps.

@Vicki_V Don’t keep us in suspense…. what did she teach you?

@Vicki_V Don’t keep us in suspense…. what did she teach you?

Not too suspenseful, actually. Any good nurse knows this. Angie called it: position, push, hold.

“Darlin’, you gotta get it up there and hold it against a wall to get good melt.” I think that’s how she said it. With a Texas drawl, Angie had a way with words.

You don’t just push it in a little ways and hope for the best, she said. You push the suppository high as you can, to the side against the wall and hold it there for a slow count of five. That’s what gets the medication started faster.

The holding freaked me out the first time when she was counting. What was she doing to me? Well, I guess there is an “art“ to giving a suppository. That’s what she taught me.

… “Darlin’, you gotta get it up there and hold it against a wall to get good melt.” I think that’s how she said it. With a Texas drawl, Angie had a way with words…….

That Angie sure is a charmer….. Thanks @Vicki_V

I had them until my 12 years, by my mother and family members. They stopped giving me suppositories when I was 13 years old

33 and I’m still going strong with them.

I was eight last time mom gave me suppositories and I hated it so much at that time now I do wanna try them again.

35 and still going strong with them.

I was 15 .I got sick mom took me to the emergency room at the hospital. Unfortunately for me back then extremely embarrassed at the time . I had to remove my clothes put on a thin cloth gown. 2 nurses came in talked to me and mom because I was vomiting she said she need to get a rectal temperature. I was laying on the exam table with a thermometer sticking out of my butt with my mom and 2 nurses. After seeing the Doctor I got a shot in the butt and a prescription for phenergan which turn out to be suppositories. Later that night mom told me that she had to put the suppository in my butt with her finger pushing it in . I got 2 more. Later that next night my sister who is older got sick mom gave her a suppository. She was laughing about it later on she asked if mom had to stick her finger up my butt too

I think I was around 8. After that I got a weekly enema on recommendation of the neighborbor lady. I played with her daughter. I neighbor helped with the first few. She would bring over a white can. Later my mom got a bag, but it lookedvto be smaller than a regular bag, maybe half the size. I guess it was a children's bag? Anybody ever seen one?

I very rarely had suppositories as a kid. Since they created a burning sensation, my mom gave me ex lax instead. As an adult, I’ve only used them a couple of times. Once, just to experience it, and the following time, because my hernia surgery caused irregularities.

Much to my dismay, I was given suppositories well into my teens, often accompanied by two enemas to ensure I was cleaned out thoroughly.

@Passivetemp Laxative ones only, or other kinds?

No idea. I definitely recall getting them but when did it stop?! Sometimes in primary school I guess.

I later occasionally had some that I had to push in myself.

Until 15 at home but still using them now never stopped getting them

I’d say early teens

Like 12-14 I remember getting suppositories from little to then if I got really sick

I get acetaminophen suppositories for fevers and either compazine or tigan ( I think that’s how it’s spelled)suppositories for nausea

Hm, I think until I'm 14. After that I stopped receiving them or taking them at all. Then few years later, for some reason, I started wanting every medicine as suppositories ..

My parents administered the suppositories till I was about 12 or 13 then they asked me to do it myself.

I wish I could get either compazine or tigan suppositories somewhere without a prescription

I've prescribed a lot of compazine in my career and find it to be very useful for nausea and vomiting. But it has SERIOUS side effects: tardive dyskinesia, akathisia, psychosis, Parkinson's. I'd say it's just as well it's not broadly available. And I don't even think Tigan is available anymore, at least in the US. Having sublingual ondansetron (Zofran) for nausea might make more sense.

The last time I received a suppository from my mother, I was around 14 years old, and after that, (unfortunately for me) it was tablets/pills. I often wondered if my mother might have eventually noticed that I seemed to enjoy things like taking rectal temperatures and suppositories a bit tooooo much , at least at that age. On the other hand, it could also have been that my pediatrician stopped prescribing suppositories at that age. The most likely scenario, however, is a combination of both. I was quite disappointed when the transition from suppositories to tablets was made. Although I must admit that, from the age of 15, I mostly began secretly replacing the tablets my mother brought to me when I was sick with suppositories that I obtained from a pharmacy. I remember very well when I bought my first box of fever reducing suppositories at the age of 15. I was super excited and initially assumed that I wouldn't be able to get them, because I was afraid that medications were regulated just like cigarettes and alcohol. I mean, I once read a package insert where it clearly said: "Keep out of the reach of children!" To my surprise, fortunately, it worked out, and I was able to purchase the suppositories without any problems.

Until I was in my late teens, around 17, I had a soap suppository in my bottom twice or three times a week.

Never receieved suppositories as a kid but my younger brother did. I remember walking by the bathroom when I was 15 and he was 13 and mom and dad had him on his back on the counter and they were giving him a suppository.

@DeDude : what kind of suppositories would you receive? And up to what age were you made to take them yourself?

My parents administered the suppositories till I was about 12 or 13 then they asked me to do it myself.

@DeDude : what kind of suppositories would you receive? And up to what age were you made to take them yourself?

As a child I usually received suppositories for nausea and constipation. Until almost 13, they were administered by my parents. As puberty hit, I was ordered to use them myself. At first with supervision to make sure I didn’t cheat. At some point they just trusted that I did it myself properly. I would ask mom to buy some for me when they were empty. So it became a pretty standard thing. Funny enough my brother hated it, and stopped using it as soon as he was allowed to. Once I was allowed to administer it myself, it took a while to figure out how to do it best. Up until tust point it was always administered in the legs up position which isn’t really convenient if ur taking it yourself.

My last suppository was when I was 22 in the hospital, given by a young male nurse. Nice!

Until later in life, I only received a suppository from my mother once when I was maybe seven or eight. I was sick with the flu and she told me the doctor had given me some medicine to help me stop vomiting. She had in her hand a larger amber bottle but when she unscrewed the lid, there was a foil packet with a number of bullet shaped outlines. The medicine I had been given earlier in the day was some sort of brown liquid concoction (now idea what it was) and it tasted absolutely terrible and it made me vomit right after forcing it down.

Mom told me to take off my pajama bottoms. Why, I asked. This medicine goes in your bottom, she explained. WHAT? NO!. An argument ensued ending with me in tears and she gave me the option of taking the brown liquid again and keep it down or let her put the medicine in my bottom.

It was a horrible choice I was given and I opted to try whatever was in the foil packet. Mom made me lay across her lap and you know what happened next. I don't think she used any lubricant on either the suppository or her finger as I just remember the pain and burning sensation of being stretched opn. She kept her finger in me a good long while. Of course I was sobbing and wiggling around which was stopped when she threatened a serious paddling. It hurt again when she pulled her finger out. That was it for me. Never again. Later that day I choked down the vile brown liquid and forced myself not to vomit it back up.

This is a childhood memory that still remains crystal clear.