Mom always required me to wait until she checked before flushing. The same when I stayed with my Aunt Beth. Their mom always checked them, and did the same to me when I visited. This was actually standard procedure whether it was an "unaided" BM, or the result of a laxative, suppository, or enema(s). If I was having a spontaneous BM, Mom or Aunt Beth always wanted to know before I headed to the toilet. Frequently, they would accompany me and watch. I'm sure this was for the reasons squidgicunt mentioned. Both of them kept a journal of my bowel habits, and always recorded the "quality" of my offering, and if some artificial means was used to force me to poop, they recorded the type of laxative (& dosage), or suppository (and how many they inserted), the volume of enema delivered and what was in the water, noting if I had cramps and about how much I had in me when they started, how long I held it, and of course what it produced. I was started on a senna tea, and then switched to Fletcher's Castoria, and finally to Dulcolax pills. My first suppositories were glycerin, but by age14 or so they really weren't working anymore, despite receiving 6 to 10 of them. At that time , they switched me to bisacodyl suppositories, and by 20, I was enjoying 4 or 6 per treatment. Aunt Beth was always keen to keep inserting them at a rate of one every 5 minutes, until I was having strong cramps. By the time I was 18, I was actually enjoying them, and her very large, very soapy enemas. Beth and Mom both did enemas, and ?I know Beth usually took 6 qts. I knew this because she frequently told me, "You can take this whole bag! It's only 4qts, and I always take six!" Being checked was embarrassing at first, but became routine, and I developed a perverse yearning for Aunt Beth's company for my BM's