I think I had a different childhood experience with suppositories than most of the people here: it wasn't traumatic at all. I don't really remember my earliest suppository experiences, but for as long as I remember there was a jar of glycerin suppositories in the bathroom my sister and I shared. The jar was rather flat and round, and all the suppositories - all adult shape - were lined up standing straight. My sister and I put one in whenever a bowel movement was 'stuck' and hard to get out. In that application they didn't take very long and were not very bothersome, though they did sort of tickle. There was no more trauma about this than brushing our teeth. We really didn't need them very often; I think the jar was 50 or 100, and it was there about forever.
On the other hand, if we were actually plugged up or had a tummy ache we asked mom for an enema. She never forced them, never made them too large, put in just what additives she thought we needed, and was very gentle. I wouldn't say that we liked getting them, but we preferred them to being plugged up. Sis and I were very athletic, and I recall occasionally asking mom for one before an athletic event. I found the cleanout very refreshing and left me feeling light and clean. (I still do!!)
I remember one afternoon a boy from school was over at our place and asked about the jar on the toilet. He said that he fought tooth and nail if anyone tried to put in a suppository, and thought we were weird for accepting them. We thought he was weird for preferring tummy aches to taking care of them in a few minutes.
At some point things changed: the doctor convinced mom that Dulcolax was easier and more modern than enemas. After that, if we asked mom for an enema we were as likely to get a Dulcolax put in as an enema. It was faster and easier for mom, and she said that she thought they were better because the glycerin suppositories didn't really work well in a reasonable amount of time unless we just needed a little nudge, and sometimes we accidentally retained them too long trying to get a good urge so they passed their peak and didn't help, or we released them too soon; sometimes we would find them whole in our panties, slipped out by accident. Mom said that once she put in the Dulcolax properly she knew and we knew that we would absolutely have a thorough and reasonably comfortable movement; we didn't have to worry about holding them in too long or trying to go too soon. Proper administration was for her to administer them really, really way up high, and then to rub the quickly melting suppository around the rectum for a minute or two. The Dulcolax felt a bit like a menthol tingle - not really bad (and I kind of like it now) - but the main complaint that I had about them was that the oily melting goo ended up in my panties. We stuffed toilet paper in our panties, or later sanitary pads, while our suppositories were working. But these weren't at all traumatic or forced either, not very frequent, and administered when we felt that we really did need them.
The suppositories and enemas were mostly for when we thought we needed them, but there were two exceptions. One was when mom thought that we were acting 'like we needed an enema.' The connection with mood is in recent disfavor, but I find it absolutely sound, both anecdotally and supportable through putative mechanisms. Even then, though, there was no forcing or trauma: she might just stop in when we headed to bed and ask whether we would take an enema or Dulcolax then.
The other time was when we went on long road trips for summer vacation. Everybody was expected to get a cleanout before we set off, and mom was more vigilant about bowels then because the driving often got most of us all plugged up, and the close quarters suggested that we should all be in our best moods.
Neither sis nor I liked the disposable squeezie enemas - Fleets - because they usually gave us cramps. The baggies were always adjusted to be just right. And as kids we never had liquid glycerin; that came in my experiments much later.
In one of my stories I mentioned a summer houseguest who needed bowel help and got it in the form of Dulcolax suppositories from my older sister. That was generally based on reality - for another posting.
jillie