Was your mom obsessed with giving you suppositories for constipation?

Agracier: I reckon that not going potty when one feels a urge to do so leads to constipation, and that one advice for the chronically constipated is to try going every morning and evening, without straining.

Yet, one would a kid avoid going potty when needed? Because... in schools, one typically needs permission from a teacher to go out of the room (and I'm told that in some places, teachers refuse that because they think kids should have "taken precautions"); otherwise one needs to go during the break, and there may be little time, there may be lines, or the toilets may be unsafe or disgusting. For instance, when I was a kid in elementary school, I avoided having a bowel movement at school because the toilets were squat toilets, only one roll of paper for the whole toilet block...

"Coincidentally", I was constipated fairly often in elementary school, less so later.

So instead of warning children to "keep regular", parents should have better investigated why the kid did not "keep regular".

I wouldn't say my mother was obsessed with giving me suppositories, but she certainly didn't hesitate to resort to their use. She would assume constipation as the culprit with my complaints of stomach upset. She'd ask "when was the last time you 'made stinkies'?"

Regardless of my answer she would have me eat two or three prunes. If that didn't clear things up within a couple of hours the jar of glycerin suppositories would come out of the fridge. She would take me into the bathroom, pull my pants and underpants down to my knees, and reach over my shoulder to insert one bending me forward slightly. At that point she would set my bare bottom on the closed toilet seat, pants still around my knees, and say "tell me when you feel like you need to go."

Sometimes she would wait there with me, often she would return to her household tasks. If I didn't have a bowel movement within about 20 minutes, she would appear with another suppository and insert it in the same fashion placing me back on the seat to wait for the impending urge.

Eventually I would yell "OK, I'm gonna go!" I would open up the pot and let loose. I knew not to flush because Mom would insist on seeing the results. She would get very irritated if I just pooped out the suppository and no feces. On more than one such occasion she fished it out of the bowl, rinsed it off at the sink and inserted it again with a smack on my bare ass to follow. I learned quickly not to do that.

She didn't insert them high enough, barely breaching my sphincter with the tip of her finger. As a result they gave a burning sensation that I did not like. As I got a little older I learned to insert my own finger to push them up a little higher relieving 'the burn' slightly.

She ceased with the suppository administration all together by the time I turned 9. I'm not sure why. I do remember a few bouts of constipation after that when I was left to my own devices, not wanting to ask for 'help.' I would resort to prunes and bran flakes. I don't recall her ever giving me an enema. I found fleets and the bag on my own, but used them on myself only in a sexually playfull manner. Now I greatly enjoy large enemas as an adult, utilizing suppositories quite infrequently and as a more recent development. Perhaps I'm pining for my youth.

Cleanbean: Hehe. My own mother pushed the suppository high enough so that it didn't risk coming out... And, as opposed to your mother sticking you on the toilet after the suppository until you had a bowel movement, mine insisted I pulled my undies and pants back up and conducted my business normally, letting pass the initial urge to poop (which would simply result in me pooping back the barely melted suppository), and asked me to wait for a "real urge". So I was supposed to go only when I felt things churning, so to speak.

I can also recall her checking the results... I was supposed not to flush. Not a very glamorous moment...

I'd probably not have had the negative imprint I did with suppositories had I been re-clothed and allowed to go back to playing as opposed to sitting and waiting for them to work.

Sitting on the white throne with nothing but bouncing my feet to entertain myself seemed more punishment than getting the suppositories.

Cleanbean: Except that I was supposed to go about my business with a melting glycerin suppository in the rear end and to only go when I felt a real big urge. I recall asking "mom can I go" and getting the answer "dear, it's not even fully melted, I don't want you to expel just the suppository and nothing else". Imagine that with the stomach churning, it was sometimes uncomfortable.

I recall getting the "go now" answer and hurrying to the toilet, at last expelling what had "plugged" me up, and mom inspecting the results.

But, true, my mom was not a fan of leaving kids straining on the potty or toilet - I recall her saying something like "don't strain, you'll injure yourself" if I was constipated.

Was I mom obsessive? I don't think so. For some reason, I happened to be not infrequently constipated in elementary school. I think it has to do with the fact that I disliked pooping in the squat toilets at school, so I waited until getting home. As far as I know, retaining feces against a urge to poop may lead to constipation.

"made stinkies" is just the sort of language you hear in our household, when it's not in unsubtle shorthand.

It's just as well suppositories are the least side-effecting constipation remedy, because my parents were believers in giving them to kids: when they haven't done a dooey for 1 or 2 days, or when regardlesa of frequency they haven't done lots of dooey recently, or when a parent (or grandparent?) is adamant that the child should do a dooey at a specific time of day.

I never received a suppository from my mother, nor an enema. My husband told me stories about his mother. Suppositories were used on him and his brothers and sisters if they needed them or not. He and his siblings always thought their mother was a bit off her rocker. I know this is off topic but when my husband got older his mother sewed the pockets of his pants closed. No "Pocket Pool" for him! Do that and you wrote a ticket to go directly to hell. She was and still is a weird old bird! He had a fear of women for a good part of his life. Mental terror induced by his mother!

Did anyone ever get daily suppositories for a long stretch of time just because the parents were convinced that they were "half witholding", "not doing it all", and deciding that if the suppository made more dooey come out than natural bowel movement then they should opt for the suppository.

I certainly remember my parents lapsing into that way of thinking...

No. I didn't like suppositories in my tiny yr/o bottom, even baby ones. I did 4 yrs later. I wish she Had been obsessed with giving me rectal and occasional oral laxatives!!

Did anyone ever get daily suppositories for a long stretch of time just because the parents were convinced that they were "half witholding", "not doing it all", and deciding that if the suppository made more dooey come out than natural bowel movement then they should opt for the suppository.

Yeah, I recall being given daily glycerin suppositories for a while. I'm still not entirely sure why I was getting them but I know I did.

Squidgicunt

How do you think upon this what Teresa (104) writes upon "Forced Suppositories" in the childhood?

http://www.zity.biz/index.php?mx=forum;ox=display;topic=34015;msg=783681

It's hypocritical of me, I know, but my instinct is to disbelieve those who say they wish they could relive those experiences. After all, if you (person of any gender) want to relive being in a state of real terror as you're pursued, restrained, and subjected to a forced bodily penetration plus any beatings your captor sees fit, all you have to do is go to "the rough part of town" in scanty feminine attire late at night...!

It's hypocritical of me, I know, but my instinct is to disbelieve those who say they wish they could relive those experiences.

I don't think most of us here take the 'reliving' part literally. Not completely literally.

I'd say they would like to relive an experience in a way that lets them control the outcome and the circumstances. Once you start imagining different outcomes, something less terrifying, you can begin to confront your fears.

It's hypocritical of me, I know, but my instinct is to disbelieve those who say they wish they could relive those experiences.

I admit, I don't understand why but there is a part of me that strongly desires to relive my earliest suppository experiences, in all their misery. I've never been able to figure out why but the craving is there. Of course I have no idea how I'd actually feel afterwards, if it actually were possible.

there is a part of me that strongly desires to relive my earliest suppository experiences, in all their misery. I've never been able to figure out why but the craving is there.

Maybe some subconscious part of you realizes that - at least with suppositories - there was objectively not very much horrid going on after all. Maybe you're subconsciously looking for a 'reset' so you can experience it properly as you now know it can be, as something much more pleasurable ...

Maybe some of your desires is to go back to when you were a child, and experience it again. If I could I would like to go back to being 10 yrs old again and have no control over what my Mother did to me. She would first start with a suppository to loosen things up followed by several enemas after that. 😃

Not with me you could prob count on one hand how many I got growing up, my sister used to get them for all sorts of things but she can't take tablets or couldn't I don't know about now. Not a physical issue just in her head I think.

The only suppositories I had growing up, is if I was very sick and could not keep pills down. I never got one from my mom for constipation. To tell you the truth, I never remember being constipated as a child.

Never. She went right for the enema syringe. She DID take suppositories herself (and Ex-Lax, Carter's Pills, Epsom Salts, Sal-Hepatica, or anything else to keep her from taking enemas. She hated taking them.)

My Mom and Grandmother were definitely obsessed with my bowels, and suppositories were always the go to. Grandma had no hesitation to pull out the suppository jar anytime she thought I might even be possibly constipated. Mom usually tried to let me go on my own before using them... but I definitely got quick my fair share of them growing up!

No..she was obsessed with giving me enemas.

Gjlooking41now - I take it your mother was raised the same way in her turn. What suppositories were used - just glycerin? Or other kinds (dulcolax, soap, CO2 if available)?

I wouldn't say obsessed, fond, yes. She was obsessed with giving me enemas, but suppositories were reserved for days when my regular laxative didn't work fast or well enough. Then, after a reasonable waiting time, she would insert a Dulcolax supp to "break things loose". I remember a couple of times when she popped in another one if I didn't poop after 30 minutes.

Never got one from Mom. She really loved giving me enemas though. She always remained stoic and all business, but I could feel her staring intensely at my hole while she applied the Vaseline with her finger way deep inside, followed by the nozzle of the bulb, later from the bag. I also sensed a subtle change in her breathing. Later when I was older, I realized that I wasn't the only one getting pleasure from them.

My Mother no; assorted partners over the last 30 years, yes.

My mom was not, but mt grandmother was

In one day, I had a fever. I told my 18 years old sister (I was 9 years old back then)that I am sick.She told me to get my pants off to insert a thermometer into my rectum. Done and done. I am laying down on the bed with the thermometer up my ass. She said: You have fever, you little rascal! I am gonna give you 2 fever suppositories, but first I will give you 3 laxative suppositories to clean up your bottom. I was terrified and almost crying. She came back with 3 glycerin suppositories. She slowly insert them into my butt one at a time. I started to cry, then she spanked me seven times till my buttocks became red. She said to hold in the suppositories for about 15 minutes. My ass was burning inside. I can barely hold them in. Finnaly, I’ve been allowed to go the bathroom. When I came back the 2 fever suppositories were expecting me. And again she slowly insert them into my rectum. It was a horrible experience then, but when I remeber it now, I’m getting very horny. Now, I love suppositories and enemas

My mom used the 3 day rule. If you did not have a BM for two consecutive days, on the third day if no BM by after breakfast, it would be an soapy enema or sometimes a suppository. I remember getting more enemas than suppositories. She seemed to be focused of bowel habits pre-puberty as I remember. I fairly regular but from about the age 4 to 12, I got an enema or suppository at least once a month if not several times during the month. Crying, complaining, or lack of cooperation would yield a spanking and then the treatment. I don’t think I would call her obsessed, it seemed to be more of norm. She did control our diets though making sure we ate mostly good food choices but some foods are more binding than others so I guess she was concerned about constipation. While it seems obsessive today in when I was growing up there was focus on kids and there bowel habits. I know my friends got suppositories, enemas and rectal temps. Sometimes I would hear my mom talking with her friends about it.

Oh yes my mother was obsessed with giving me suppositories for constipation over many years. At least twice a week, she popped me a soap suppository in the ass.

A bit. My mom claims I've had stomach issues since I was a baby. She was pretty quick to give them to when I had stomach pain of any kind. Usually a few times a week.