Suppository memories of my youth

I got them often as a kid because I was constipated. I hated them at the time. My first experience with them that I remember happened when I was four or five. We were staying with my aunt and uncle. My mom told me to take off my skirt and panties and lie down on the bed. She came back with a blue jar. I remember being puzzled as to what all this was all about as she took the white bullet-shaped thing out of the jar. She explained it was called a suppository, and she was going to push it up my bottom, and it would make me go. I protested alot, but it didn't stop the procedure. Then most humiliating of all, after the suppo was inserted, Mom put me in a diaper so she could be sure it worked. I complained more about being put in a diaper than I did about getting the suppository. I don't remember it burning. I do remember that it worked, and Mom told me she had to make sure the suppository came out. This concept puzzled and horrified me for years.I wondered, what happens if it doesn't come out...I never did have that problem,as it turned out.

I was frequently constipated as a child. My mother tried suppositories a couple of times but they did not work. I don't know what type they were, so maybe other types might of had a different result. I have no idea what might have been available at the time (mid to late 1930's). Laxatives were also tried from time to time with mixed and unreliable results. The only thing that produced reliable results were enemas.

Yes, I got them as a child; they were an integral part of Mum's arsenal of tools to be used in 'instilling' my 'regularity'. The ones she used on me for 'regularity' purposes were the glycerin kind; the bisacodyl kind either weren't around or she chose not to use them on me; I don't know which. I occasionally got suppositories for medication purposes: in particular, whenever I got 'car-sick' from travel (and I used to, but grew out of it when I got to age 8 or so), because it quite often involved vomiting; I got treated with a Gravol suppository (or two)... the argument being, of course, 'if you can't keep anything down, how else can we give you some medicine?' (At the time I always thought that this was some kind of self serving rationalization, a plot to make me have to take something else 'up my butt'.) I remember having some other kind of medicated suppository; perhaps to control fever? Oh, well; my mother's concern with my butt (as a path of treatment, of course) seemed endemic. The number and type of suppository depended on what they were for. One thing was reasonably certain, though; I would very likely get more than one; hopefully only two. The ones given for 'regularity' purposes would occur on a weekly basis, as a substitute for an enema series. If they weren't effective, then, of course, you Know the inevitable subsequent step. These were usually administered to me laying on my back, with my legs up... the other medication types I was usually laying on my tummy, sometimes over the edge of the bed, or a footstool, rarely when I was on all-fours. I remember once getting my pants pulled down, my underpants pulled down, while I was laying face down on the back seat of a car, and having a Gravol suppository shoved up my butt; this because I had caused the car to be stopped on the highway because I had to vomit. Mum was the only administrator that I remember. After I got over the anger at the invasion, I came to appreciate the feeling of something being shoved up my anus... among the Rectal temperatures, the suppositories, and the enemas, I, dare I say it, got used to rectal insertions of various kinds... and grew to enjoy them...

Cos.

I remember when I was 4 or so thinking that 'my bum is not going to control me, I'm going to be the boss, and decide when I want to go'. Needless to say, that makes no sense; but to a kid, it was a matter of self assertion. It led to My 'withholding'. I mean, who wanted to take time out to go inside the house to go to the bathroom, time out from play that was infinitely more interesting? Just hold back for a little bit, and the urge would go away... 😃

Cos.

When I was 12, I had my appendix out. Keep in mind that this was before the new scope procedures, so I had a scar across my belly. Apparently, the appendectomy caused the bowels to shut down for a few days. Since it had been two or three days since the surgery, I was prescribed a suppository treatment. The nurse came into my room with a pair of rubber gloves and a couple of glycerine suppos in a plastic cup that was full of a lubricant. I vividly remember the wierd sensation of her pulling the back of my gown open, separating my buttocks, and slipping in the first suppo. The lubricant on my anus was so slimy, then the little bullet followed by her finger pushing it WAY up there. Needless to say, I felt uncomfortable, yet oddly aroused. I was kinda surprised that I was aroused, but I figured she had touched a nerve or something and caused a reflex reaction. I was almost settled with the first suppository when she told me that there was one more to go! Again, I felt the sensation of having my buttocks pried open and the unusual sensation of something being forced the wrong way into my exit only hole. Oddly enough, I dont remember displeasure with the experience until the suppos melted. Then the tingling in my bottom exponentially increased until I knew it was an urgent situation. With a sore belly, I slowly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Fortunately, everything held together until I sat down and released what felt like the floodgates. I had passed the test! NOT I got up and looked down only to see a couple of little torpedoes about as big as a matchstick floating there. The nurse came in to check my progress and informed me that since the first two had not done their job, we would have to do it all over again in a couple of hours. Oh darn.

As a child, my aunt used to take me over her lap and give them to me. Other times , she took me to the bathroom and asked me to bend over, opened my butt cheek and inserted it. I used to enjoy suppositories too much but pretended that i didnt.

I don't remember getting any until about 9. The first one I remember enduring with both my mom and dad there and I think it was for constipation. It was given to me on my side on my bed. I remember crying alot while it was being put in and having to wait. My mom checked the toilet afterwards and half of the suppository was floating in the water. I don't remember her giving me another one.

The next ones I received from 10-13 years old were either for my asthma or an antibiotic. I always had a tough time with swallowing so I think my mom asked the doctor for an alternative. I always got these from my mom, laying on my side on the couch down in the basement which was also a living room. I remember asking over and over if it had melted yet so I could get up off the couch.

Now, I usually insert a glycerin suppository before I do my enemas. I love the feeling of it going in and going past that "point" where you can't feel it anymore.

I received my first one from my aunt. I was staying with her and a girl cousin t my aunt's place at the lake for the summer. My cousin and I were about 10 at the time. Auntie had a morning ritual: we two would go to her bedroom before breakfast where we would have our pajama bottoms dropped down and removed. At this point we would take turns laying across aunties lap whine a cool thermometer was slipped up our bare upturned botoms. I came to really look forward to feeling this myself and especially seeing Sue in this condition. One morning as auntie withdrew the thermometer she noticed some brown residue n it. I was instructed to go and make "potty". When I was unable to comply, I found muself back over her lap and saw her take some strange thing in her hand hand insert it deep into by bare fanny. Shortly afterward I was able to produce the required result. I don't recall it being at all unpleasant. I do recall liking the very "bare" feeling I got whenever auntie came in contact with by bare fanny. I also greatly liked seeing Sue without her bottoms on.

The first time I needed a suppository was when I was 10. I was really sick with strep throat and had to go to the doctor. While there I remember her telling my Mom something and the two of them hesitating for a moment. The doctor then explained that I would need to take some suppositories, and that it was a pill of sorts that you put in your butt. I was very unhappy and would have protested if I wasn't in so much pain. After we got home My mom opened the box, took out a suppository and held it under warm water. She then handed it to me along with some vaseline. She told me that I would have to put some vaseline on my backside and the suppository, and that I would have to put the narrower end in first. Luckily for me she gave me some privacy. So after she left I did as told. Once I was lubed up along with the suppository I put it to my butt and pushed it in as deep as my finger went. I don't remember what kind it was except that it was similar to tylenol. Once I was done she told me to take a nap and to find her when I was done. A few hours later when I awoke she told me that I would need to take another, this one was for anti-nausea. I wasn't even nauseous by that point but she made me take it anyway. I don't remember hating it, infact I kind of liked it. And since I was sick, I had to continue doing this for a few more days.

I had a lot of them when I was a child, most times bending on my mom's knees.

as an adult, I never had,as I hate them in RL....

In playing? I don't know yet, must be interesting....

My mother used to give me suppositories that she carved from a bar of very strong lye soap. They hurt like hell and I hated and feared them. Now I make my own from a bar of Neutrogena soap. Unlike ivory soap, Neutrogena stays soft and pliable.

Only remember about 6 times getting supps in childhood from either parent, last one when I was about 11 yo.

Experience was usually neither traumatic nor pleasurable (only remember once kickng up a fuss), but they basically worked, which was desired result.

They used the Dulcolax (actually called Durolax back then, as some members might recall)

I recall whem was 5, that my mother told the next time that I needed some help having to go she was going to try something different. She told me that one of her neighbor lady friends told her to try a different approach. I really didn't give it much thought, but some days later she told me to come with her into the bathroom before my bedtime. When I got there, she told me that she knew that I hadn't gone in about two days and said that she was going to giive me something for that. She left the bathroom and came back with a small jar. She opened the jar and pulled out a long thin suppository and explained what it was. Then she sat down on the closed toilet seat and pulled my pajama bottoms down. She had me lie face down over her lap. I felt her spread my buttocks and insert the suppository into me two-thirds of its length. I told her that it was cold and she explained that she kept the jar in the refrigerator so that they would not melt. As I laid draped over her lap she would slowly work it in and out of me while she asked me if I had to go yet. After around fifteen minutes of that I said that i thought I could go. She then slipped the whole thing into me and told me to wait another minute or so before letting get off her lap and go.

Those episodes continued for another month or so until an incident when she let me off her lap to go and all that come out was the suppository. That was the end of her suppository experiment. The bar of Ivory soap made its appearance, the bathroom sink was filled, and the bulb syringe made its triumphant return.

Three kind of remembrances from youth:

* Complaining about constipation and pain and difficulties to poop meant a glycerin suppository from mommy.

* Throat ache meant an eucalyptus suppository.

* Other illnesses meant various prescription drugs in suppositories (I spent part of my youth in France and doctors there loved suppositories for kids... I suppose because they cannot vomit or cough them out!).

I have 2 memories from my youth-

I was about 5 and had some stomach virus- vomiting and all, so I was given phenergan suppositories. I just remember my mom putting in in while I laid on my side on the couch with my pants pulled down.

The only other time was when I was 15. I had gotten my tonsils out and was prescribed phenergan suppositories for nausea. My mom gave it to me again, laying on my bed on my tummy with my pants down.

Of course now I have some sort of allergy to either phenergan or compazine. Not sure which, so I stay away from both just in case...

Thegirl, the next time you need something for nausea, ask for Zofran. It's the same class of medication, but is a lot better actually for nausea and also has a lot less side effects as the other two you have mentioned. It's a fantastic medication. It was developed for cancer patients originally and is partly responsible for why I am still here today actually.

The closest thing I got to a suppository I remember was mom giving me a soapstick once. It stung and did nothng but create an urge to expel.

By comparison I much preferred an enema, not that I ever asked to be given one.

Great Thread... First suppository, I remember getting was in the hospital getting my tonsils out. Nurse came in the morning of my sugery and said she had some medicine to give me. Her big mistake was having the needle in her hand. I objected, she called for another nurse. The needle went in, against my wishes and I thought the process was over but I felt my cheeks being spread and her finger pushing a suppository in. The shot was a sedative and I got woozy, while I felt the suppository getting warm. I went to the library as soon as I got back home and looked up suppositories.. The start of a life long love of anything medical..

My first suppository was i think at the age of 8 when i was in hospital with a bad case of flu.at the begining the nurse would say to me to roll on my tummy and pull down my pajama and underpants so she can give me a suppository.i would usually

i would make a big fuss about it but in the end i would undress. the insertion was not very bad but the nurse kept my buttocks close together for 3 minutes in order not to expell the suppository and that was really humiliating because i wasn't alone in the room.

Now i usualy take glycerine suppositories when i'm constipated.

I had one suppository when i was at the hospital at the age of 13.

after the operation the nurse gave me a suppository for the pain.

i was ashamed since there were 3 other girls at my age in the room.

I had gotten suppositories a lot growing up. I was always busy and no time for #2. The nanny knew and I was soon standing there with my pants and underwear lowered and a suppository slid in. I was told to go play. If there were no results I soon found myself being filled with a soapsuds enema.

As a kid I got them frequently from Mom & it made me very anal erotic, never got enemas as a kid, but as an adult made up for lost time

I can remember being in the child's wing of my local hospital for some tests about 49 years ago. The floor nurse was a young blond who I would see going up and down the hall wearing a yellow rubber glove and carrying something in her gloved hand. I did not know what it was until she came in to my room wearing the yellow glove and told me to turn over. I could feel her bare hand separate my cheeks and then, she inserted a suppository with her gloved hand. Sometimes, I would see her wearing gloves on both hands which I guess meant she had 2 bullets to deliver.

Were these laxative supps, Bearcat, or some other kind?

The last time i got a suppository was with 8. In order to sleep the whole night after a caugh my mum ordered me into the bathroom. There she put the suppository with some Nivea on it into my butt. Afterwards I went to our 2nd bathroom in order to push it out - without any success. At that time i hated these procedure, today I would be glad to toll back time

About 5 years ago in a hospital. it was very easy to insert them...

I occasionally got enemas from my mother, but I remember visiting my grandmother for vacation when I was about 9. I hadn't gone to the bathroom for a couple of days, so she said she was going to pick up some medicine for me when she went grocery shopping. When she got back, she had me take off my pants and lie on the bed. She then put some Vaseline on my bottom and then gave me a suppository. It worked somewhat, and I ended up getting one or two more during the week.

Returning to the theme of pharmacy visits, sometimes not witnessing the purchase could be even more disturbing. I remember being left alone in the car at the age of about 5 - mum had gone into the local Gateways supermarket (remember them?!) but what I didn't know was that she would be making a trip to the adjoining pharmacy (Moss Chemists?) And when she came back she recounted asking over the counter for "some glycerine suppositories for my little girls" - and I think during an overheard conversation someone had used the phrase "nothing doing" and she'd said "that's why I'm buying these!" (Some pun conflating "do" and "defaecate" as usual).

My childhood experiences were similar to Squidgicunt's. My nanny bought her "supplies" at the local Rexall pharmacy and the pharmacist was obviously a mom herself since she always shared her own methods of cleaning out her own constipated youngsters. One thing that I hated was the Rexall 1 cent sale; my nanny would get the large economy size jar of glycerin suppositories (the old large ones) and get another jar for just another penny.

My first suppository experiance was aged 6or 7 on holiday at a camp site.I was a frequent 'holder' and far too busy playing football &climbing trees with my brother to be bothered about taking a dump.One night I got really bad stomach cramps,and over the next few days was given syrup of figs,ex-lax chocolate, and some chocolate granuals,but all with no effect. Idid'nt want to use the toilet at the campsite, as it was an 'el-san' chemical toilet, a tin drum with an old wooden seat,quite alien to me!The next day after more bad stomach pains ,my dad said he would drive into town and get some 'special' medicine, and when he got back, I would be getting some 'jellys' yum, I thought!

when he got back,he told me i had to have 2 jelllys, and they had to be pushed right up my bottom.I was horrified as he pulled my pants down ,dipped the supps in a cup of warm water and plunged the first one right up inside me,Iprotested, and cried,already feeling the burning sensation,then came No.2,now held in with his finger. Iwas told I had to hold them as long as i could,. I remember crieing,saying I wanted to go real bad, but was told i'd have to hold on longer

Then I was told i,d have to sit on a bucket,so he could see if they had worked and I'd done enough.

i had a huge dump and remember seeing the unmelted supps in the bucket

These were the first of what was to be a life-long fascination with glycerin suppositories, which I continue to enjoy to this day!