Go sit on the toilet

How many of you were ordered to "Go sit on the toilet" and try and produce a result. Only to have your parent (or caregiver) enter with a jar of suppositories. Even worse if you were sitting on the toilet staring at the jar of suppositories, knowing one was destined for your rectum.

I was reminded almost nightly to go sit on the toilet and to "make a poopy." Change the jar of suppositories to a disposable enema in its box and you had my situation when it started to become a long time sitting with no bm. However, if I did manage to "make a poopy" the box got put back away.

Yes I was. I used to be constipated regularly as a child of 5, and when I would go, my poops would be so big they would cause damage on the way out. In order to prevent that, my mum, on orders from the doctor, would order me to the toilet to sit and try to go, if not, she'll help me go by inserting a suppository which was prescribed by the doctor. I didn't really enjoy it because I hated my mum, and it was not definitely not sexual in any way.

But when I reached teenager hood and sexuality started, I realised I became obsessed with wanting to tell a girl to sit on the toilet to "try to go", if not you'll have no choice but to get a suppository. I have fun with my wife this way.

My mother used medical suppositories (drugs dissolved in grease), especially against throat ache. Because the suppositories had a slight laxative effect, if given into a non empty rectum they could trigger a bowel movement. So she asked me to go poop before she inserted the suppository... Normally I was no longer sitting on the toilet when she entered but Unthink this happened.

For laxative suppositories she did not do that: she did not want me to strain and risk damaging my rectum and anus.

How many of you were ordered to "Go sit on the toilet" and try and produce a result. Only to have your parent (or caregiver) enter with a jar of suppositories. Even worse if you were sitting on the toilet staring at the jar of suppositories, knowing one was destined for your rectum.

I remember being in exactly the same awful situation, after being placed on a potty and seeing a box of suppositories and a jar of vaseline placed on a table in front of me. Mom would then exhort me to "go" and "keep trying" and when that didn't work the threats would start and I would be reminded of what awaited me on the table and how much time I had left. The only thing I was usually successful in doing when time ran out was crying as I was lifted off the potty and placed face down across her lap.

My grandmother regularly sent me and my sister to sit on the toilet if she thought we were constipated. She always told us not to flush it so that she can check the "results".

Once I wanted to fool her by rolling down a large chunk of toilet paper and bulking it up in the toilet. This way it looked like I used the toilet. I expected that she would not try to reach in and pick out the toilet paper and she will just flush it. I was so wrong.

When she realized that I tried to fool her, she called me in the bathroom, and lightly spanked me. I was tearing up when I had to apologize to her for wasting all that toilet paper. Then she ordered me to take my pants off. She sat down on the toilet, put me across her lap face down and pressed a suppository inside me.

That was the case, almost always. Mom would know well ahead that I was having difficulty ‘going’. I was made to sit on the toilet and asked to try and go. While I was at it, I would be reminded that failing to produce ‘results’ would mean getting a suppository. Sometimes, she would already have the suppository in her hand, while I would be given one last chance at ‘trying’, within a given time limit. It never worked for me since I panicked about time running out, and ultimately I would be lifted off, brought into the bedroom, ready to be ‘fixed’!

@NKR we were on the day system 3-days suppository or enema…

I was also told not to flush, and one time I also tried placing enough toilet paper to make it appear I had gone - but that ruse did not work and a super strong soapy bulb enema followed.

At about aged 6 I had some constipation problems My mom's solution was a bulb of warm water with Ivory

I was told to go and sit on the toilet After a few minutes, she'd come in and as if I'd had any success If not, she turned on the water in the sink and went to the medicine cabinet and took out the all to familiar red bulb with the white washer and black nozzle. She put the stopper in the sink and dropped in a bar of Ivory soap and swished it with the bulb nozzle then sucked up a bulb full of the solution and set the bulb on the sink rim She then left, saying she'd be back in a few minutes. I was left there, sitting on the toilet, looking directly at the filled bulb ready for use.

If there was not a ‘good’ result in the toilet when she returned, I was told to bend over and put my hands on the toilet seat and the first bulb was in me seconds later

One time I tried to fool her by flushing. Big mistake because she gave me extra bulbs.. just to be sure it worked

@sean: sounds a bit like me, post #9… I've mentioned in threads here how my enemas were very strong, made from allot of Ivory Flakes being dissolved in a pot of water heated up on the stove.. The Flakes were poured into measuring cup before dumped into the pot… not sure how much, but allot as just a one or two bulb fills of that into me would set me off like a firecracker had been placed up my butt! Would completely clean me out, till where hours after I'd be fart blobs of clear mucus!

I would have to wait wearing only a T-shirt for the soapy pot of water to cool enough for my bulb enemas. So I never saw the filled bulb waiting like you did. I did see it sitting in the bathroom sink after it was used and I remember seeing a little bubble coming out of the black nozzle. Funny how that memory is still so clear in my old noggin.

As an “encopresis kid," I was reminded nearly every evening to "go sit on the toilet." The resolution to the situation when I didn't go was usually an enema, not suppositories.

@reddevil --

I was also told not to flush, and one time I also tried placing enough toilet paper to make it appear I had gone - but that ruse did not work and a super strong soapy bulb enema followed.

I had tried the same ruse myself maybe a couple of times. It didn't take more than that for me to realize that scheme just would not work.

@Sean -

One time I tried to fool her by flushing. Big mistake because she gave me extra bulbs.. just to be sure it worked

I had tried the “flushing before you were supposed to” routine at least a couple of times too. Feigned the excuse that “oops, I forgot I wasn't supposed to flush” which was called b.s., especially if an enema box was sitting on the edge of the sink. Whenever that was the case (box on the sink) I knew that I wasn't supposed to flush and I was always reminded not to as well. I didn't get “multiple bulbs” if I flushed, but I did learn that I would get the enema that had been set out for me.

Learned something new - “encopresis kid".

One thing about my mother is that she did not order me to sit on the toilet and try again if I was constipated. She believed (perhaps she had been told by a physician) that straining when constipated would just be uncomfortable and risk damaging the rectum and anus or create hemorrhoids. If I was “plugged up” I would thus get a glycerin suppository plus oral laxatives.

I actually do not clearly remember these times - I was rather asked whether I was successful and if not, I would be given food making it easier. Particularly, I don't remember how exactly or when my mum knew I was constipated.

@NKR : I totally understand - I was so happy that if my parents had such deadlines, at least they did not tell me.

Mom would know well ahead that I was having difficulty ‘going’.

However, I wonder, how did your mother know in advance, if I may ask?

@Pecan_nutjob

In retrospect, I think that the direction to ‘go sit on the toilet" may have been a way to distinguish real constipation from a kid just being a bit contrary. Just sitting there, looking at the enema, ready for use, was a way of saying “Think it over. If you want to be obstinate, the enema is going up your butt very soon and you'll lose all control. You're going to poo one way or the other, have no doubt. You have 5 minutes to decide."

Also, occasional straining to poo likely won't cause long term problems, unlike straining a every sitting.

@Sean: I think mom's reaction was due to me having blood on the toilet paper at times, perhaps due to hemorrhoids following straining.