Parents obssessed with their childrens' bowel movements

There should be a thread about it on this board. I'm sure many of us had parents who kept a close watch their kids "doos" and were ever ready to strike with the dreaded remedy. And some of us who unfortunately have had to become one of those parents in our turn.

My mother kept a check on me and my sisters bowel movments if we missed a day out come the soap she used to keep all the odd bits of soap and shape them into bullet lick shapes thease were then pushed firmly into mine or my sisters bottom it realy stung

My mum and grandma were the same. My grandma was the one that did my mum, so she was the same with my brother and sister and me. If we hadn't been, mum or grandma would stick a vaseline-lubed finger up our butts to see if we were full and needed to have a BM, then up would get the soap or supps, whichever they had. Any fuss made by me and my siblings would get a spanking on top

As a direct request from squidgi I will relate an instance that sticks in my mined, I had come out of hospital again from a bout of bronchial pneumonia after 3 months of med and enemas and prodding at eight year old was not in mood for more at home but the hospital had given insurrection's to my mother about possible constipation as a side effect to mess they i had to take. This made her even more diligent than normal every time went to the bathroom i was followed after a day and half with no large movement my mother decided that it was time to move into action i was called in from out side were i was playing in the back garden my mother and my aunt were there I was told to stand on the kitchen chair. I new immediately what that meant mother was going to either take my temp or insert a suppository as this is were i got all my sups standing on kitchen chair with my aunt holding my arms my shorts and pants were lowered and my mother lubed my bottom hole with Vaseline then inserted a thermometer up my bottom . This was removed and checked then i was told that I was getting sups as well by this time my female cousin had come in from the garden to see were was and found me standing on a chair being held as the sups were being inserted up my bottom. At this i tryed kicked of and try-ed in vain to wriggle out of my aunts grip and with out thinking swore at my aunt and mother they still got the sups in and i was made to stand there on the chair with my shorts and pants removed in front mother my aunt and my cousin when the sups took effect my mother escorted me to the loo when i finished and she was satisfied it had done is job i was taken back to the kitchen to receive my punishment for swearing at them and preforming as mother put it my aunt grabbed me over knees and held me and mother inserted a couple large Pisces of green kitchen soap up my bottom while i wriggled and squirmed on my aunts lap I was then spanked with a hair brush while still on my aunty's knees when finished i was made to stand on the chair again to hold the soap for 30 mins. Is that enough detail squidgi

I think our mothers grew up together. I got a lot of thoes too.

As I had lazy bowl syndrome when I was a kid I would receive a suppository from my Mother every day for as long as I could remember. I hated these treatments but they were a necessary evil the humiliation experienced was minimal but from what I have read in this section there has been some real hurt done by some well meaning? parents.

I recently had another unpleasant reminder that my parents can still lapse into obssessing over my own bowel movements - as well as my daughter's. Still living at home at my age would be miserable anyway, but it's made worse when I have this to worry about.

Mel's been having a bad time on the bowel front lately - but so have I, in the past couple of days. And yesterday my dad said, out of nowhere, "are you getting constipated? 'Cause I've got an `arsenal' of cures right now - senokot, vegilax, glycerin...And the strongest are (odd hesitation here) the dulcolaxes that go up the rectum - if you don't stay near the toilet they could make you could do a messy do in your trousers..." And then before I can even say anything, mum chips in and says "and what about Melanie? Has she done a do today - I could help out by putting one of those things in her..."

At which point I finally got the words out - "I've got my own medication. And you know I keep an eye on Mel - and that if and when she needs help, that's my responsibility. Let's be clear on that!"

And they accepted that - but I'm worried, for her safety and (even) mine.

Squidgicunt,

this is really a bad problem when the parents refuse the right of self-administration to her adult daughter and the exclusive responsibility of this person towards her child. This problem will be solved exclusively in the total refusal opposite this pretension.

He said it all again, this afternoon - I think he's started finding it funny to wind me up

Squidgicunt,

I is unbearable what you have to suffer from your parents.

Even though this was done to me,I absolutely refuse to do this to my children I just hound my kids to drink heaps of water to avoid getting stuffed up!

I suppose that all the parents being obsessed with their children's bowel movement may have some problems with one's own bowel movement.

For me it doesn't make any sense. I can only guess that this comes from parents desire to control every single aspect of child's life, even as private as bowel movements.

Well, Leon, mine were anxious about autointoxication from the intestine - which is all fair and good, but they were capable of taking it to extremes.

Squidgicunt,

This is a widespread misunderstanding for the autointoxication does not occur in the bowels but in the liver: Regard all the persons suffering from cancer: In many cases they will not dy from her illness but in the consequence of a dissolution of the liver after a chemotherapy.

This was the case in my family. Movements were monitored and if more than two days went by it was dealt with in one of four ways. How the "cure" method was determined I'll never know. The choices were a dose of castor oil, an Ivory soap stick, a glycerine suppository (I well remember the blue glass Squibb jar), or an Ivory soap suds enema. At first a red bulb syringe with black bakelite nozzle was used with repeated fillings from a white enamel basin of milky white soapy water. Later a red fountain syringe was used. The choices were a Rexall Victoria, a B F Goodrich Crusader and finally a Davol Paris 2 and 1/2 quart bag. These were always filled with very warm, very soapy solution and taking and holding the entire bag's contents was a must. Not being able to do so was taken as proof of the necessity of an enema and a second full bag and increased retention time was prescribed.

From conversations I've had over the years with my siblings this obsessive behavior with "regular" bowel movements went back a number of generations in my family. Have others observed similar habits with their families?

Bends,

Congratulations on the possibility in your family to offer a choice upon their childrens' bowel movement, so you had the chance to alternate: e. g. a good dose of Castor Oil will help you to stay at home in the che case that you did not want to go to school.

I was talking in post number 7 about parents trying to meddle in the bowel habits of their adult offspring - and on the French page I transpose a true story of my sister being threatened outside the bathroom door (because I'd found myself doing the same thing with Melanie).

Well I was on the receiving end of the verbal menace recently - it was mum of course, and she really read the stereotypical script. The "who's in the bathroom? you've been there a while, are you `doing'? ... are you having trouble in there? do you need help?" She stopped short of trying to administer a suppository because she knows I would have wrestled her to the ground.

Some times we have to take a deep breath and yell "None of your D--- Business."

Of course in a few decades, the roles will be reversed, and with parents in their 80s and 90s, we'll be the ones asking "Have you pooped today? Do you need something to help?"

The circle of life is complete.

It wasn't my parents who were concerned about my BMs but when I was in the hospital it was the nurses that kept asking me lol. Kind of got tired of them though.

Well that's true Quincy - it wasnt so long ago I thought I was in that very situation (re: the fall down stairs etc)

Some times we have to take a deep breath and yell "None of your D--- Business."

Of course in a few decades, the roles will be reversed, and with parents in their 80s and 90s, we'll be the ones asking "Have you pooped today? Do you need something to help?"

The circle of life is complete.

I was never asked as a child, nor did I ever ask my daughters if they had a bowel movement unless they were very sick and not feeling well.

I have taken more enemas my sister. for me were more enemas because they are always constipated. that's what my mom said to me when I asked why more enema. or mother or grandmother could decide when I had to do enema. After married me cared constipation others. I think the fact enemas more to me, because I more submissive instead my more aggressive sister with mom.

I haven't posted here for a very long time but when I saw this thread and read other's posts, I was really appauled that anyone's parents would try to meddle in their adult children's bowel habits nontheless their children's offspring. I can't think of anything I would object to in the same way that I would object to this.

We've brought up three children into adulthood, including one with autism, and never experienced any difficulties or concern with their bowel movements. Some issues with one son bed wetting, NOT the one with autism, but they were resolved eventually. Having said that, I now realise he may have developed a bed wetting related kink.... Son, are you reading me?!

I think my mom keep a chart on goings and if not everyday out would come the enema bag and all the [Fun] begain.

I don't think my mother was "obsessed", but surely if I appear not to go regularly enough, if I took too long in the bathroom (suggesting that things had trouble coming out), if I had a stomach ache I would be asked about my bowel movements.

For some reason my parents were afraid of "fecal impaction".

My mom was obsessed with my B.M.'s at age 4,5,6, because I withheld (having too much fun outside playing). My Ped told her enemas everyday if I hadn't gone, so I got the Ivory Flakes hot water from the bulb daily. I learned to never avoid "the call to stool".

I was never asked about my bowel movements. but it was obvious my parents were keeping a close eye on them. because I got frequent enemas. It seemed to come out of the blue. I would be sitting at home and my mom would come out of the bathroom with a very full enema bag, a towel and get me to come into her bedroom. My dad always held the bag, I would lay on my back with a rolled towel under my hips the the enema would be administered by my mom. I was always given two full bags and this continued until I was about ten and then just stopped. One day I came home and a towel was on her bed and a full enema bag hanging on a nail on the wall. My mom told me to give myself an enema as I needed it. I did and she refilled the bag again while I was on the toilet. I was told that I better take the full bag. This happened a few more times until I was about 14 or 15. She and my dad would take regular enemas , giving them to each other and many times taking them solo

Yes my parents were obsessed with my Bowel Movements. If I didn't go by the time I went to bed, an hour before bed time I would be over my mothers or step-dad's or step-mothers lap getting four or eight of the 8oz red bulbs full of warm soapy water. All of them loved multiple insertions into my rosebud hole. There were a few times where I received a two quart bag of warm water and baking soda. The embarrassing part was that they had to watch me evacuate the contents from my rectum and bowels to make sure it all came out and if I was complaining or otherwise being naughty I was made to bend over the sink while they wiped my naughty bare bottom.. If I was really naughty a bare bottom spanking would follow.