Were you ever given a glycerin suppository before your enema?

When I stayed with my Aunt, she tried the children sized glycerin suppositories a couple of times on me but didn't like the results. I soon found myself over the hamper getting pumped full of Ivory soapsuds from the bulb syringe. They just didn't seem to do the job that an enema did for me. My Mother was a firm believer in the power of the syringe so I never had a suppository from her. Anyone else have this experience?

When I was a kid, if a bedtime dose of laxative didn't make me go as soon as I woke up the next morning, my mom would give me a glycerin suppository to "help it along". If I still didn't go in about 20 minutes she would give me a hot soapsuds enema.

I remember getting suppositories-sometimes they worked but usually I either didn't go at all or just barely had a bowel movement. In that case I would get an enema, bulb when smaller and bag after around age 9 or 10. I don't remember ever getting a suppository from anyone else but my mom. They were the long, skinny ones that came in a purple jar.

I was given several glycerin suppositories while I watched a enema being prepped for me, then had a dbl balloon used to give me the enema on top of the suppositories. I do like the feel of the suppositories being placed into me. Would like to try that again.

I was never given suppositories. When I got backed up my mother would give me a laxative, but they never seemed to work so it was into the bathroom for an appointment with the dreaded bulb syringe and lots of Ivory soapsuds. She knew that a good syringing was in order and she never failed to get the results she desired. She too was a believer in the power of the syringe and was quite adept at using it on me.

As a child I was never given a suppository, the big red bag was always the best and most effective (thank goodness). As a parent, my wife who was never fond of enemas, thought we should try suppos on our children. I thought I would try one of those long skinny glycerin suppositories on myself and found it to be effective but nowhere near to the enjoyment of all of that warm water. In later years I bought a bottle of adult glycerin suppositories to take with me on the many business trips I was taking at that time but was terribly disapointed when I found that the formula must have been changed, these had nowhere near the kick of the ones we once used on the children. I finally found that a fleet bagenema was foldable into a small enough package to add to my luggage without taking up much space and it lasted for quite a while before it needed replacement. I spent many a lonely hotel night using that bag.

I never got or used suppositories, but I sure agree. with willy about the Bagenema. I was at a conference and severely "plugged." Found the Bagenema at a local drugstore, self administered, and got the best relief imaginable. I think that was the first time I used soap. Made a believer out of me...

Actually I was given one once when I was 8. because we were meeting my grandparents for lunch on a Saturday and there was no time for an enema. Dad said "It might solve the problem, but it will at least stall things for a few days til we ca.n do an enema."

He actually explained to me how to self-administer in the Simms position and gave me an adult glycerin suppository on a clean washcloth.

I took off my jeans and panties and took it on my bed. After 5 minutes Dad knocked on the door. I pulled the covers above my waist and told him to come in. He said, "Actually, it's NOT like an enema, get dressed and be up walking around It actually works better that way," I did that, and when I got out of the bedroom he told me, "It will take about 15 minutes to fully melt and that's when you should start feeling it.

After about 35 minutes I got what looked like a normal large bowel movement, but was more uncomfortable than a normal movement.

We both thought that was about it, and started getting ready to go out for lunch.

A couple of hours later we were at lunch in a nice place.

About halfway through lunch I just had to excuse myself to go to the girls room I talked Grandma out of going with me, and it's a good thing two, because what came out was essentially brown liquid liquid, I put myself back together and finished lunch. Then when we were shopping I had to go again. After that it wasn't much different from having taken Milk Of Magnesia.

I was given glycerin suppositories many times. First the long skinny kind and latter adult size suppositories.

Around age 10 mom used two adult suppositories which I had to hold a minimum of thirty minutes. They worked well.

Mom used glycerin suppositories when I was ill to prevent constipation. Enemas were used when I was constipated.

Actually, growing up we almost never got glycerin suppositories. Mom gave us Fletcher's castoria at bedtime, and if it didn't work as soon as we woke up, then she gave us a Dulcolax suppository, which we had to hold through breakfast. It THAT didn't work, we were kept home from school for a day of enemas. When Sis and I started playing together in our early teens, we DID use glycerin suppositories, because they were cheaper, and we could put a lot of them in each other before they made us go.

As a girl age 2-5 I have some memories of mother giving me little skinny suppositories that came in a small blue glass jar. Mother would keep them in the refrigerator so they were icy cold when she would push one of those up inside my bottom with her finger. Then I would go play with my dolls or play outside with my sisters fighting off the urge to go potty making me even more constipated. By that evening mother would notice I didn’t have much appetite for supper. So she would sit me on the toilet and say” try to go” but as hard as I tried I couldn’t go. After a half hour or so mother would pop in the bathroom holding her combination enema bag overflowing with Ivory soap suds. She would say”this will make you feel better” and mother was always right.

I remember those long skinny suppositories too and they were always followed by a soapy enema session. If mom came into my bedroom with the suppositories, I knew I was in for another "good" enema from her. With pajama bottoms down and cheeks spread, inserting the suppository was quick and matter-of-fact and afterwards I had to stay in bed until I was called. After about 15 minutes or so mom called me into the bathroom where sink full of soapy water and the enema syringe (and later the fountain syringe) was all set and ready for me. And the ritual began with mom telling me how good I was going to feel after being cleaned out......

Was never given suppositories, which I find strange since I was given every thing else you can think of at one time or another when young. I was always finger checked for constitution, so suppositories would have made sense.

Not by anyone else but sometimes insert one or two myself prior to my enema

As a girl age 2-5 I have some memories of mother giving me little skinny suppositories that came in a small blue glass jar. Mother would keep them in the refrigerator so they were icy cold when she would push one of those up inside my bottom with her finger.

Remember those vaguely. Definitely remember suppositories that looked like straws in liquid. They must not have worked well on me because I don't remember them often, so mom moved on to enemas and later Dulcolax suppositories. Never together with an enema, until I started playing with the combo.

Like @redbag_in_ny - never got one from anyone else but I have used liquid glycerin suppositories prior to giving myself an enema.

I would get glycerin suppositories and a CEOTWO suppository in the morning if I didn't go. The combination was very effective and while I held them in, lying on a bedpan until they made me go, mom prepared a soapy enema with some glycerin. I had to lie on my left side as mom inserted a short children's nozzle and started to squeeze the Higgenson syringe bulb. I enjoyed feeling the squirts flowing through my anus as mom held my buttocks tightly closed around the nozzle and the crampy feeling in my tummy as the enema filled it. Later mom changed to using a douche nozzle which felt even better as the enema flowed out of the sides within my anus. While mom would squeeze slowly, my oldest sister would vary her squeezes doing several quick partial squeezes of the bulb followed by a fast or slow complete squeeze. Her technique never failed to produce an erection and, as I got older an ejaculation. My girlfriend continues to do the same.

My step mom tried them on me age 14 ,told her they didn't work so she gave me enemas instead

In my childhood I often had constipation problems. My mother used some laxatives, as well as glycerin suppositories and enemas. Usually in that order, but it wasn't the rule. She thought that one method could not be used too regularly, because I would get used to it and it would stop working.

My mom usually preferred giving an enema, but a couple of times thought it was a bother getting out the bag, making, and then giving an enema. So she gave me a suppository instead but when it failed to give results she made me an enema anyway. Nothing ever gave a good cleaning out like a quart of a warm soapy enema.

I was never lucky to get suppositories as a kid. My husband told me that he got the long skinny ones made for kids. His mom kept a little blue jar in refrigerator. He said they were made my Squibb. Nowadays there are no suppositories made for kids. Now you see those liquid glycerine with the applicator. The other day I saw Dulcolax with an applicator to insert the suppository. There seems to be a trend to keep fingers from being used for insertion.

We didn't really get enemas or suppositories,however we did get the dreaded Phenophalien chocalate exlax ,it was the worst chocalate ,and it gave multiple copious BM without warning .it was not exactly a friendly drug with simple predictable outcome .

I don't remember ever getting a suppository as a child. The quick squirt or two with the bulb was effective and to me, not unpleasant. I do remember mom giving me the choice of getting an enema or taking Castoria laxative once. That convinced me the enema was far better than the laxative any day.

Yes as a little girl I would be given the skinny childrens suppository. I remember how co!d they were and mom inserting them inside me. They were usually followed by a soapy bulb enema across moms lap. The suppository only seemed to help a little never a full BM

I never got a suppository followed by an enema. What I saw mom do to my younger brothers was glycerin suppositories while in diapers but an enema with the red bulb once they were potty trained. I can only assume it was the same with me.

I didn't start using suppositories on myself into well into adulthood, and then just out of curiosity. I still prefer an enema to anything else.

I never got a suppository. It was Castoria, prune juice and enema. If the first didn’t work it was on to the next. And many times the first two didn’t work. But that huge bag filled with soap suds worked. Every. Single. Time.

Yes! Almost always. That begins the rumblings before the oil, or soap mixtures flood me. Many rinses!

Mom often used soap stick suppository's made from ivory soap. I knew it was going to be a rough ride when she pushed one of those damned soap stick suppository's up my behind before the main event. It was "just to help the enema work better". Well the damned enema worked fine on it's own! I didn't need one of those soap sticks to help it. I suffered bouts of constipation as a youth. The dr blamed it on some sort of condition "that he'll grow out of" where my intestines absorbed too much water resulting in dry hard stool. God knows I drank a lot of water hoping it would help so I didn't have to endure any more of those soap stick sessions! I won't say that she was mean to me but she was a woman on a mission and bound and determined she was going to get me to move my bowels. I had a few accidents because she didn't listen or believe me when I said "I'm full and need to go!" the reply was "NO your not full, you need to take more, we've only started!" well, hell! when you had a chunk of hard stool blocking your colon how much water could you take? I knew when I had to go and couldn't hold it any longer. I sprayed the bathroom wall on more than one occasion and then had a session with the hair brush and another filling!

I love the idea of being given a suppository as a prelude to the enema. The attraction for me is the 'shame' and 'humiliation' of being told to lie on my side and having the guy take his time to locate a box of gloves. A pair of rubber latex gloves would be 'snapped' into place. The inserting finger would be lubed up in front of me. Being told that I would feel a cold sensation as my buttocks were parted would send an immediate erotic rush throughout my body. I would winch at the feel of a well lubricated tip of an index finger at my anus. My anus would be gently yet firmly lubricated. I would be told to take a deep breath in. As I do so the finger would be inserted. It would be left there for some time. It would then be pushed in as deeply as possible. He would feel around and massage the walls of my rectum. I want him to keep his finger there for as long as possible. Reluctantly, I feel him beginning to withdraw his finger very very slowly. I definitely do not want this to end. My body responds by 'popping' his finger out of my rectum. I want more. So much more. He humiliates me by telling me that I am completely 'full' down there and that I need to be 'cleaned out'. A suppository would be in order and if that failed to do the trick then an enema or two would do the job. I eagerly await the Stage One Suppository and make damned sure that I get to the Stage Two Enema !

Indeed I received the tingly little beasts once in a while. When one did not produce results, I got a second one. If that failed I was soon over the knee for some Ivory Soap and water. Which of course never failed. She kept a decorative jar of soap remnants in water, producing a thick addative just for enemas, on the corner of the bath tub. She was a regular user of the old Squibb Suppositories and more or less regular enemas as well.

I salute the moms and their proclivities, who helped make us what we are.