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Sue (UK)
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Date Posted: Monday, November 26, 2012, 10:18: am
I told this story elsewhere but thought it might as well be put here.
I can remember a handful of occasions - in the bathrooms of shopping centres, cafes, even a pub - when I've heard, in the adjoining stall, mothers with constipated kids, trying to get their kids to do a dooey, and the kids couldn't or wouldn't.
One that really sticks out was a mother of about four, in an internet cafe, about two years ago. She'd been urging all the kids (girls and boys) to go for a piss because there was a long car journey ahead. But the youngest, a boy, went in there and stayed in there for several minutes. I heard a "what are you doing in there?" - and while I can't remember exactly what else was said it was clear that the boy was trying to do a dooey. Clearly he'd been having constipation issues and the mother had been urging him to try and Do in several other bathroom that day.
They were in there for a few minutes until the mother insisted on being let in. I didn't hear anything to make me think some constipation treatment was being hurriedly administered, but when they emerged it was obvious that the kid hadn't done any. I wonder if that kid spent the entire journey home dreading the enema/suppository they were going to get on arrival.
Just on one occasion I've comitted the faux pas of trying to get involved. The same situation that Kathie describes on page 456 (or thereabouts). An extraordinary once in a lifetime "opportunity" that unfortunately I couldn't resist. There was a woman trying to get a little girl to "do a doodle" (yes, the "three men and a baby" word!) and she was saying "i don't want to...i can't". And I'd just been to the chemist's....you know what I had with me. I tore one off a strip of childrens' glycerine suppository and pushed it under the wall, saying "here! she's constipated, use that and get it over with!". I think she took a moment to realise what it was, during which I hastily got out of there and headed for the sink. But I heard something as I was on my way out - and I tell myself it was the distressed cry of the little girl having the "jelly bullet" pushed in.
It's been a bad time for constipation for both of us these past few weeks. Melanie (age 9) was over my knee for an enema about four days ago - never fun, especially since the new one has a nozzle that's bigger than the old one and she was nervous about having that thing stuck in her. But I guess the (rear) ends justify the means - days' worth of accumulated merde coming out.
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