Suppository memories of my youth

I was given suppositories a couple times as a kid.. I didn't like them much because they were uncomfortable.. i would like to try and see how well they would work on a sexual note though... i bet they would be fun

I am extremely turned on by the whole scenario of constipation and boys getting suppositories against their will. That was what being a boy was all about for me. How many moms lube up the tube to find out their little one has a bottom full of poopy. Oh, what memories.

Well, "holding back" was probably the main reason I got suppositories as a 1-5 year old girl.

How the magic started for me was that I was sick a lot as child, and it the 60's that apparently meant lots of suppositories and rectal temps. I never had an enema as a child, never even heard of it, but all those feels of shame, humiliation and sexual arousal that I felt from age 6 or 7, also occurred when learning, reading or hearing about enemas. By age 7, just seeing the jar of Vaseline or the little thermometer container or the dark blue glass jar of suppositories in the cabinet, was enough to make my face burn with shame and my heart beat and palms sweat with excitement. That combination of desire simultaneously with dread has never been matched, for me, with sexual arousal of any other kind.

I remember mom getting the thorizine suppos out when I would vomit..I enjoyed them but never let on that I did.

Early on I absolutely hated soppositories but somewhere along the line they became an object of fascination and it continues today.

I got the glycerin suppos from my mom when I was a kid. I remember her putting a diaper on me, which was pretty humiliating, considering my age at the time.

I've gone into more detail about this on another post. I was really excited to try the same thing recently with my guy, but he inserted two into me, and nothing happened (though I loved the way they felt).

Later, I tried inserting four, but they took an hour to produce minimal results.

Next time I'll try 6, I think, and I'm interested in trying Dulcolax too, to see if they are any more effective.

I also got suppositories as a child. I either got them on my bed laying on my back with my legs up or bent over the bath tub. At the time I hated them but now I love them. I love to make them in different shapes and sizes then feel the burn as I slowly insert them.

I got chamomile enemas when costipated and paracetamol suppositories when I had a flu. I'm hooked now,even a headache is a good excuse for inserting a cold suppository up my warm bottom!

I'm curious about everyone's early experiences with suppositories. Did you get them as a child? If so, what kind? How many? How often? Why? In what position? Who gave them to you? How did they feel? How did you feel about them then? How do you feel about them now? And any other info you'd like to share about them.

I'll start. I got glycerin suppositories frequently for a short while as a child. I'm not exactly sure why. My mother would give them to me while I was laying on my bed on my back with my legs up or leaning over the bathtub. I hated getting them because they burned. Now I love them and find the burn delicious. I love to melt them down and make big ones using the fingers from gloves or ice cube molds.

I got glycerin suppositories frequently pretty much throughout my childhood (until age 11). I suffered a lot from constipation but that doesn't mean my parents weren't overtly obssessive about it. My mother gave almost all of them, usually in the over-the-lap position. I hated getting them because I hated any kind of rectal insertion - it hurt! Now I have a more complex love/hate attitude to suppositories and anal penetration in general!

Oh yes 'kniwm' I got them as a child too! To answer your questions they were glycerin suppositories and my mum was always giving them to me for constipation - which in her definition was missing just one day. Her favourite position for me was on my back on her bed with my legs back and my knickers round my ankles! I just hated having them and cried and protested every single time but it made no difference to my mum. She was totally obsessed with my bowels and giving me those horrible suppositories. I got them from as early as I can remember right up to the age of about eight. Finally when I was a teenager I spent a summer as an exchange student in France and saw a four year old go through exactly what I went through. Same location, position - and reaction! I was greatly affected by this as buried emotions came rushing back and mixed in with my new found feelings about my suppositories. Now I can't seem to get them out of my mind and even started a group for others who feel the same way ... http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/myglycerinsuppositories/

Squidgicunt: Can you explain your current attitude towards them? What do you love and what do you hate about them now?

Carolb: Thanks for the link. I applied to membership.

😎 one of my favorite things ..now, I hated them so much as a child...one of my earliest memories is being taken in the bathroom by my aunt and made to sit on the toilet and go number 2. I sort of remember this happening a few times...but this particular memory I remember being fearful(so I know it must have happened several times before) and not being able to produce enough. the next part of the memory is laying across her lap and crying...a very cold suppository being inserted and the frustration of not being able to express myself to her that this was totally unnecessary (lol..i think i was about 3 or 4). I have later memories with my aunt..some suppositories...but more of enemas.

Soapy (Jim)

The suppositories are the root of my "private" anal penetration obssession. I'm aware of their medical usefulness - but I wish I didn't have this obssession, I wish I was normal.

I received dulcolax suppositories till the age of 13...my mom used to give dem to me.

Squigi:

That brings about the debate on,"what is normal?"...We all just have to play the hand we are dealt... If you didn't have a penchant for things "anal" you would probably have a craving for something else.......Jimbeaux

Jimbeaux,

Excellent point on "normality." Masturbation used to be considered abnormal, a sign of moral weakness, and a danger to mental and physical health. Until a few years ago, homosexuality was considered a psychiatric disorder by the American Psychiatric Association. Even heterosexual oral sex has been considered "abnormal" until recent research showing how common it is. Spanking has made its way to mainstream media (see the movie "Secretary"). Even anal sex is becoming more "accepted." So long as neither minors nor force is involved, who is to say one person's interest or fetish is OK, but another's is bad? This is all to say, please don't feel guilty Squigi;" embrace your uniqueness. Variations is what makes sex and life interesting.

My story is like the first one reported.

When constipated I was given a glycerine suppository from mom, being on the bed and complaining a lot... and if the result was not enough an enema bulb would follow. Back then I hated both suppositories and enemas, but then I got loving both!

I still like enemas given and taken on the bed, on the back legs up as I was given as a kid, but when alone I take at times a glycerine suppository, and have some happy time while it melts inside me. And if I happen to be constipated... well, even better!

As a kid I was given glycerine suppositories for constipation on the bed, on my stomach. But as an adult I like to give and to receive on the back, legs up.

Sure as a small child. As I remember they were skinny and white and after about age 6 I just got enemas with the infamous 'red bulb'

I remember getting them when I was throwing up my mother would lay be on one bed and my sister on the other and insert her and then me we would cry but I loved the feeling after that. I would do it myself and still do.

I remember being given suppositories for constipation around 8 years old on a bed by both my mom and dad. I remember crying about it and asking repeatedly to go to the bathroom. I remember it coming out in the toilet bowl so they relented pretty quickly. The ones I received from 10-13 yrs old were for my asthma. I wasn't great at swallowing and didn't like the taste of the liquid medicine. They were given to me while I lay on my side on the couch with my pants down to my knees four times a day, UGH!

I'm new and figure I'll go ahead and post to threads I can relate to. I remember getting suppositories way back. Apparently when toilet training I just wouldn't go to the bathroom and would instead hold, and this made me constipated. My mom used suppositories starting then, and I just kind of grew up knowing what they were.

When I think back about how things looked, I'm pretty sure she used Glycerin suppositories first then switched to Dulcolax. I remember the Dulcolax box from probably back before I started kindergarten. She would use half a suppository on me, then send me out of the bathroom to go play or watch TV.

When my baby sister was constipated I remember my mom getting a jar of suppositories for her. In other words, she didn't use the green and white Dulcolax box I remember. The jar was blue, and they must've been Glycerin. I remember one time when I was 7 or 8 getting one of those, because presumably we were out of Dulcolax? I remember freaking out a little because mom didn't use half, she used a whole one, but assured me these were different and she had to use a whole one.

Hahaha funny first post, but yeah I can relate. I'm sure my butt was full of it more times than not as a boy, and that mostly meant at some point I'd be on the receiving end of a half Dulcolax (when I was single digits anyway), which eventually won and made me go whether I wanted to or not.

I mostly wasn't allowed to give them to myself as a child - my parents allowed me to try it once or twice but they believed I wasn't putting them in properly when they didn't produce the expected result.

I was allowed to manage my own bowels from age 11 onwards (re: puberty) but I don't think I gave myself any supps until I was in my 20s.

When I was about 2 years old,I can remember my mom taking me to the doctor because I was so constipated. I had a habit of holding back. Anyway, I can remember my mom holding me facing over her shoulder. A nurse stuck a suppository up my butt with her gloved finger as far as it would go. I screamed bloody murder when she did this. I knew that this strange girl was hurting me back there and I wanted her to stop. A girl's finger may not seem big ,but when you're only 2 years old it feels huge because you have such a small rectum. I can remember crying for her to take it out, and when she finally did , her and my mom popped a diaper on me real quick. I filled that thing full before I even got out of the exam room. Needless to say that ended me holding back bowel movements. When I would start that all mom would have to say was "boy I'm going to take you to the Dr if you don't go to that toilet". Nuff said so I went.

My mom gave me glycerin suppos and put me in a diaper so she could supervise the results. If I expelled them too quickly, I got another one or two. This got pretty humiliating as I got older.

I've only had one, given to me by my mom when I was younger. But she had me bend over the side of the bed and then inserted it that way.

I only really got a suppository once as a child.

I was raised by my father. I don't remember my mother.

When I was about 7, I woke up and had a hard time pooping. Dad knew what was going on. I thought he was going to give me a simple bulb enema, and i had mentally prepped myself.

I already knew that it was a day when we had arranged to meet his parents for lunch. His mom is a real enema hater and it's asking for an argument to even use the word around her.

He told me that, because of our lunch outing, he could not have me running to the bathroom 2 or 3 times during our lunch outing, so he didn't think an enema was a good option. He showed me a jar of children's strength glycerin suppositories. He said it was what his mom had used on him. Because our situation was so unique, he just handed me the suppository on a washcloth, and explained to me how to use it. I went back in the bathroom and inserted it just the way he explained it. He asked if I got it in far enough that I could not feel it. He said that, if it is too high up to feel it won't slip out. He also told me I should try to "go" in about an hour, no matter whether I felt like I had to or not.

About an hour later I had only a feeling like I could go, not like I just had to. He told me to try to go. I got what was about a normal poop, or slightly larger. Just a little loose. Dad said that was a good result and the suppository had done what it was going to do. He said I should forget about it, it was over. I did.

Several hours later, while we were on our way to the restaurant his parents were meeting us at, I had to "Go" really badly. We had to get off the road and find a public restroom There was no holding it!

What came out was what I now get from the strongest oral laxatives I've ever taken. Basically just liquid. I was also getting thirsty.

When we got there, he got some extra water to me ASAP. I had to run to the restroom every 20 minutes. Every time, liquid!!

After lunch, we hung around the shopping center for an hour or so, just to be sure things had stabilized enough that I could make it home. On the way home, he asked me," Did you take any other medicine other than that suppository to help you go?" I hadn't and I told him so.

When we got home, we both agreed that I would have been better off with an enema. We agreed that an enema was going to be the way to go in future similar situations.