I got enemas from my earliest memories. While getting an enema from my mother for being constipated, she told me the next time she was going to try something new for me. About a month later when she thought that I hadn't gone for about two days, she called me into the bathroom at night and explained that she was going to give me a suppository to make me go. She showed me the small jar that was sitting on the edge of the bathroom sink. I was told to take off my pajama bottoms and lay over her lap in the same position she always gave me enemas. She opened the jar and pulled out a long slender children's suppository, showed it to me, and explained how it would work. She then spread my buttocks with her left hand and inserted the suppository about 2/3rd's into me and held it there. I told her that it felt cold and she explained that she kept the jar in the refrigerator so they wouldn't melt and explained that the warmth in my bottom would cause it to melt and release the medicine to make me go. After a few minutes she started to ask me if I felt like I had to go. I replied that I didn't feel like I had to go and then she started to slowly move the suppository in an in and out motion to hasten the melting process. After about another five minutes or so I felt it starting to work and she let me off her lap and got up and lifted the closed toilet seat that she was sitting on. I had a bm, but it was nothing like it was when she gave me an enema.
I think that was the only jar of chid suppositories that she ever bought. She gave me suppositories a few more times until the time when I thought that it worked and sat down to expel only the suppository and she then gave me an enema and explained that the enema worked better and would clean me out much better. From that point she always gave me an enema. She knew that an enema never failed to work.