Suppository memories of my youth

I grew up with suppositories. We had an old fashioned family doctor who prescribed suppositories for almost everything and my mom always followed the instructions accurately. Also I was hyperactive for almost 2 years and got 2 viburcol suppositories every day.

Suppositories were used in our family pretty much anytime we got sick. The doctor always prescribed aspirin suppositories 3 to 4 times a day. The routine was the same. Mom would usually administer. She would come into my room holding the foil wrapped bullet, I would grunt in displeasure and she would pull back the blanket and tell me don’t worry it won’t be so bad, I’ll go easy. She would then tell me to turn over, then she would pull down my pajama bottoms to expose my bare bottom. She would then put a little Vaseline on the tip and then spread my butt cheeks apart. Sometimes I would tense up and she would tell me just to relax. I would feel the tip against my butt hole for a second and then she would slid it totally in holding her finger in place until it slid all the way in. After she took her finger away she would hold my butt checks together for a few minutes to make sure it stayed in. It always burned but I wouldn’t be allowed to go to the bathroom for at least an hour. I never got a glycerin suppository, it was always right to the enema bulb.

Never had one while a child.

I never had a suppository when i was growing up and i only got a enema when i ask my mother for one.

I got suppositories for diffenent reasons. Mostly painkiller and against fever. But before longer holiday drives alway one against car sickness.

It stopped the same time as rectal temperature just before I got 12.

With 13 I got one or two imes a suppository against menstruation pain. But then my mom showed me how to take them by my own.

And from there on I took them by myself. mostly the buscopan for my menstruation pain. But one or two time against car sickness.

I've written here about this before, but I'll share a bit about it again.

I absolutely positively hated pooping growing up. I hated the smell, the feeling of it, and missing out on whatever else was going on, so even when I felt like I had to go, I’d try my damndest to hold it in. This, of course, made me more and more constipated and made it feel even worse when I actually did poop, which only furthered my hatred of it all in general.

At some point during my childhood, my parents took note of all of this. They tried a number of diet related and other things but eventually the topic was brought up with my doctor who suggested a few other remedies, but suggested if none of those worked quickly to try a suppository.

Fast forward some time, and while I had gotten a couple suppositories by this time, I still held it in and fought any attempt to make me poop. My parents talked to my doctor and they actually X-rayed my belly to ensure nothing weird was going like I wasn’t blocked somehow. I wasn’t, I just really hated pooping.

Anyway, the routine quickly became every afternoon before my nap (on days I took one) my parents would usually have me sit on the toilet to try, and if I couldn’t/wouldn’t, they’d proceed as usual - wash my face and hands with a wash rag, and put me down for a nap. Once I woke up, it was often back to the toilet to try again. Unless I pooped, I could generally expect to have to try before bed that night, and every morning when I woke up. But usually, after a couple of days of not pooping, and before my nap, I’d usually get a suppository (or more) and my squirming, kicking, running, screaming, etc. would usually result in a threat of going to the doctor for “several” of them. That happened once, actually.

I have a very vivid memory of one afternoon getting ready for my nap and my mom was helping me get undressed to get into my pajamas. There was no toilet time that day, but that wasn’t super unusual. She asked my dad to get a wet wash rag from the bathroom (to wash my face and hands as usual). As he was in the bathroom getting a wash rag, she hollered into him “and a large towel while you’re at it”. I still didn’t think much of it, and my mom plopped me off the bed where I was sitting on to the ground, and my dad came out and spread out the towel on the bed. I then realized what was going on and tried to run, but was quickly grabbed, placed on my back, and my legs were hoised over my head and in went at least two suppositories. I hated that.

Now I usually do a suppository or three before an enema series. Crazy how we can change like that, huh?

I've not had a suppository for bowel related issues. I have had diclofenac suppository pre and post operative in hospital (where else would you have surgery) and acetaminophen at home.

I remember those. They were the long ones that mom would move in and out. She would stop for awhile, then resume the in and out. After what seemed like forever. She would push it all in with her entire finger. She followed it up with another one, all the way in because (she would hold t inwithe her finger for a couple of minutes. Im sure she could feel the loop inside.

I used to push them back out. I couldn't do a thing with the ones that were all the way in and had to just await my fate. She would sit on the bed and I would lay over her lap. Thinking back, I wonder if she could feel the peristalsis with her finger.

@BB01 Did they expect you to wake up from your nap to go potty due to the suppositories?

Whenever I was given a suppository I knew an enema would soon follow. I specifically recall one memorable time when I stayed home from school mom came into my bedroom, had me pull my pj bottoms down, get up on my knees with my head down and she quickly slid that greasy suppository in. No in-and-out motion like some here, just in. Quite memorable. She then said something like "this will get you started" and left the room. Shortly after that I heard water running and knew what I was in for.

@redbulb Was this a laxative suppository to get you to poop before the enema was given?

Anytime we were sick or nauseated. Mom took use to the Pediatrician office. IF on A HOLIDAY or weekend in the 70’s 80’s the emergency room. We got a suppository or a shot followed by a prescription for more suppositories. I was fifteen had the flu with a fever and vomiting .On a Saturday night. Mom took me to the hospital emergency room. I was called back to a room mom explained that I had began getting sick earlier that afternoon . Had been vomiting a lot . The nurse ask if I had been running a temperature. Mom didn’t know for sure she had not taking it. The nurse asked if she had giving me anything for vomiting or for pain , fever mom told her no . She said she need to get my temperature and blood pressure. She took my blood pressure first then walked to the counter and got a thermometer. To my surprise it was a rectal thermometer because I was that sick I couldn’t hold a oral thermometer under my tongue with out gagging. I got a shot in my butt and prescription for suppositories. Which mom gave me 2 over next day

Just faked being constipated when I was 8 or 9 so I would get something up my butt because I never had my temp taken rectally as a kid but one time in the hospital

I remember that as a child I was perhaps 4 years old, it happened that my mother left me alone in the bathtub, at a certain point she took me out of the water and while I was standing she began to dry me, when she moved on to my ass, she opened the cheeks (I thought to dry them) and I felt a cold glycerin suppository being pushed.

Mother belived in daily movments of the bowels so got glycerin supos on regular bases if run out be soap stick up my bum that often worked faster

so mother started using soap more often if that didnt give results got soapy enemas

@mcava89 A bit surprised she would give the suppository after the bath, since it will result in defecation that will soil what has just been washed!

@Pecan_nutjob True, but one day I heard mom who spoke with another mom and told her that the suppositories of glycerin, they work better after a hot bath, because the muscles are relaxed.

In an attempt to potty train me my mom would put me on the potty promptly at ten o clock. If I didn't poop in five minutes she would slip a suppository up my butt. Well.....that pretty much did it and I pooped.

There were a few times when she was out of repositories, she would give me a few bulb enemas over her map.

I recall being constipated a number of times in childhood. However I don't recall being given glycerin suppositories. It's all the more intriguing since I found adult glycerin suppositories stored in the bathroom, so perhaps mom used them; and I was given drug suppositories.

Just faked being constipated when I was 8 or 9 so I would get something up my butt because I never had my temp taken rectally as a kid but one time in the hospital

I did that too . Faked a stomachache mom would have me lay on my stomach and use a long glycerin suppository slowly letting it melt.

My first suppository (that I recall) was a soap suppository. Was on a family holiday with my Aunt and my 2 cousins. I remember being placed on my back on a table and my Aunty holding my legs up, pushed back exposing my bum hole. She slipped in a small piece of wet soap which I vividly remember easily sliding past my clenched hole. Then I recall the feeling of it whooshing/sliding up deep into my rectum due to me clenching. Almost immediately after the feeling of the soap sliding up, the sting and urge to go hit me - my Aunt asked me to hold the soap for as long as I could before going to the toilet. It wasn't long before I had to go, the urge to push was overwhelming, I managed to retain the soap for perhaps a minute maybe 2.

I spent most of my summer holidays at my Aunts and received many, many soap and glycerin suppositories, as did my cousins. There started my love of soap and glycerin suppositories and to this day receiving (and giving) soap/glycerin suppositories and enemas have been a (almost) daily part of my life.