Although my mother usually relied on enemas to relieve my childhood constipation, I vividly recall one suppository insertion from my earliest days that has remained with me my entire life.
I must have been only four or five years old, as I remember playing with my toy truck on the kitchen floor while my father carved a long sliver of soap from a bar of Ivory while my mom looked on.
Of course I had no idea what the purpose of this was, but i had an incling that it had something to do with me as my young mom made several references about it should "fix me up" .
My next recollection is one of me standing on the closed lid of the toilet seat in the bathroom with my underpants and "Jammie's" down around my ankles while my mom prepared my rectum with a well lubricated finger as my grandparents, and young aunt looked on and encouraged me to be a "brave boy".
I cant' recall if I had had anything stuck "up there" before. Though I don't remember, I'm sure that she used the little two ounce baby enema bulb on me as an infant. However, the memory of the soap-stick suppository was one that has stayed with me.
To this day, I enjoy the slippery, burning feeling of a long, wet Ivory soap-stick being shoved up high in my rectum, often followed by a large volume enema.