Lies and tools used to hide the suppository insertion

@NKR

due to internal regulation, I can not initiate a conversation. Can you please do so

When taken to the “special doctor” my mom would tell me he’s just gonna feel your belly but it was always followed by a Dre. They always came in by surprise I remember I was playing dress up one time and they said Why don’t you put this one On as I changed into it my mom came in with a fleet enema.

@Asmita_Sengupta Interesting Asmita, tell me more…Which kind of tricks did your parents use in order to put you suppositories?

I remember that my baby sitter simply told me to measure my temperature rectally, but she didn’t use to tell me that she would insert a suppository in my bum as well

My mother never lied about it. She just said you need it, so you will get one.

In my experience I haven't been lied to, but I have witnessed one lie for my younger cousin, she was always afraid of them and her mom was the angry type, so her younger sister and her mom told her to get something from the living room while they can hide the suppository jar in her bed room drawer,

Then half an hour has passed and they told us it's time to sleep let's go upstairs, her sister told me to wait outside then they closed the door i took a peek with the key hole 😂 her sister was holding her legs up and her mom was inserting the suppository while she was crying

(Sorry for my bad English) I was often constipated as a child, I remember that one evening when I was 4 years old, my father's aunt came to visit us, at one point my mother told me that it was time to go to sleep so I had to change to put on my pajamas, I took off my clothes and told me that I had to change my underwear too, he had them removed, he said: we must check if you have a reddened hole. They put me on my stomach and immediately I felt something cold push into my ass (I understood that it was a suppository) I started crying and kicking, but they kept holding me still. Immediately after I saw my grandmother arrive from the bathroom with the red bulb and a pot, she passed the bulb filled to the aunt, who told me to stand still and put it in my hole, I began to cry even more. She told me it was for my own good. They accompanied me to the bathroom and when I finished, they took me back to the couch and made me two more bulbs. I went back to the bathroom and once I was done freeing myself, they washed me and they dried me, I heard another suppository come in, I kept crying until I fell asleep.

I assume this question applies to very early childhood when the suppository could be slipped in during diaper changes or potty training sessions. In later childhood, there was no way my mom could hide a suppository going up my butt! In fact, I was the one trying to hide from my mom and her suppositories!

Never. Mom made no mystery about giving me a suppository.

I had the same. When I was constipated, my mother used suppositories in addition to laxatives and enemas. When she decided that I should get a suppository, she informed me about it. Then I went with her to the room where I had to take off my panties. Mom was wearing rubber gloves. It was the only "tool" needed to apply the suppository. I have never been deceived, my mother always said what awaited me.

I was not afraid of applying suppositories, but I didn't like it as I found it embarrassing. My emotions were strongest during the preparation. I remember my mother taking the suppository out of the package and moistening her index finger with a little petroleum jelly. Then I had to lie on my stomach. I felt my mother spread my buttocks open, push the suppository in, then push it down with her index finger.

My mom used the ‘show me' method: she got my sister or I down to panties ('let's wash your dirty pants') then asked us to show her stuff.

E.g. ‘ show me your favourite dinosaurs in this book’'. When we lifted our hips for a second to point at something, she reached inside our panties and so goes the suppository!

I'm still upset she didn't care about my dinosaurs afterwards.

My mom would call me over to give me a suppository and I would have no idea. So I’d come bounding around the corner to answer her call and stop short seeing what was awaiting me. The jar of suppositories and baseline balanced in one hand, the other hand grabbing my arm before I could process what was about to happen. After that there was no distractions, just down to business and no getting out of it!

I grew up in a family with six kids in the fifties and sixties, my parents were no nonsense types. If a suppository, enema, rectal temp, or even an injection was prescribed, your bottom was bared and you took it without making a fuss, if you did choose to fight it, you ended up with a sore red bottom in addition to the prescribed treatment.

My mother rarely announced suppositories. Suppositories were usually simply given when changing diapers, washing, changing clothes, being distracted by talking or playing games, taking rectal temperature, ... without saying anything. As a child, you didn't expect or see the suppository. So we were relaxed. Suddenly you lost control of your butt and felt something slip in extremely quickly. The suppository was immediately deep inside and the drug could work. As a child you didn't have a chance to prevent it or say no or discuss it. Extremely quick and easy for my mom. Done in a few seconds. So my mother used suppositories as a favorite quick and easy way to treat fever, pain, cough, constipation, nausea, vomiting, sedation,... . The preferred option because sick children are often grumpy and don't want to take oral medicine. A brief moment of surprise and the suppository just slipped in. Was with each of us 5 children, often forced without consent, done quickly in this way. Not fair to us kids, but extremely effective and simple.

There was no mystery with mum, i'd be on kitchen table for a soap stick, i'd lose my shorts and pants in no time. Told to stand on the kitchen chair where a suppo or soap stick would be inserted. Once mother decided getting help to go there was no way of stopping her

My dad never hid it from me or my brothers. I was legs spread bent over the bathroom counter. If you protested too much, you got a spanking to go with it.