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lynna01
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- Feb 7, 2011
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Some of my earliest memories are of the dentist that used to hit me when I was 3 or 4. He would do the most painful things to me, and if I cried he would slap me. He did the same thing to my older brother, but for some reason they just kept taking us back there, over and over. As an adult, I met a female dentist who told me that when that man retired she went to look at his practice, but he wouldn't sell it to her because she was a woman.
My mother remarried when I was 5, we moved, and began seeing my stepfather's dentist, a man who was thoroughly disgusted by my terror and had no problem letting me know how he felt. He also preferred to pull the teeth I was having problems with, so I'm now missing several adult molars. I grew up in a family of 9, and eventually it was easier financially for my parents to stop taking me. About 10 years ago, I became friends with a man who had once been married to this dentist's assistant; I now know enough personal details to make me cringe at the thought that either of them had ever put their fingers in my mouth. This dentist spent years having an affair with her--before and after her marriage to my friend--and actually lost his ability to prescribe for feeding her Vicodin addiction. When he died, he left the dental building to her, not to his long-suffering wife.
At this point, I have to wonder if most dentists are just sadistic creeps.
I now live with a Panic Disorder and Post Traumatic Stress, though for many more reasons than these experiences. I'm not on my Prozac right now, because my doctor charges $100 every three months to refill my $4 prescription, and because I don't have insurance I have to self-pay and can't afford it at this time.
I have a broken lower wisdom tooth that has been causing me pure agony lately. My doctor has been prescribing me Darvocet, but I've used it up, and of course it's been recalled, so I can't get more. So I've borrowed a friend's prescription ibuprofen--I know it's a major no-no, but I was desperate. It brings the pain down, but it never goes away. Complicating all of this is the fact that I know from giving birth that I'm allergic to Codeine and Demerol, and also cloves--which I think is the reason I react to Orajel.
I'm so ANGRY! Not just at the people responsible for my terror, but also at myself for not being stronger than this. Shouldn't I be able to get past this by now? I'm 47 years old and I have the teeth of a meth addict. I have an IQ of 165, I don't do drugs, I drink only occasionally, but the impression that people get of me is based on my teeth, and it's not a pretty one.
I know that things are coming to a head. I know that something has to be done, and I'm so worried about what the infection is doing to me. But even with the incredible pain, I still do NOT want to go to another dentist who will look down on me and treat me like crap.
I don't want to live like this anymore, but I don't know what to do.
My mother remarried when I was 5, we moved, and began seeing my stepfather's dentist, a man who was thoroughly disgusted by my terror and had no problem letting me know how he felt. He also preferred to pull the teeth I was having problems with, so I'm now missing several adult molars. I grew up in a family of 9, and eventually it was easier financially for my parents to stop taking me. About 10 years ago, I became friends with a man who had once been married to this dentist's assistant; I now know enough personal details to make me cringe at the thought that either of them had ever put their fingers in my mouth. This dentist spent years having an affair with her--before and after her marriage to my friend--and actually lost his ability to prescribe for feeding her Vicodin addiction. When he died, he left the dental building to her, not to his long-suffering wife.
At this point, I have to wonder if most dentists are just sadistic creeps.
I now live with a Panic Disorder and Post Traumatic Stress, though for many more reasons than these experiences. I'm not on my Prozac right now, because my doctor charges $100 every three months to refill my $4 prescription, and because I don't have insurance I have to self-pay and can't afford it at this time.
I have a broken lower wisdom tooth that has been causing me pure agony lately. My doctor has been prescribing me Darvocet, but I've used it up, and of course it's been recalled, so I can't get more. So I've borrowed a friend's prescription ibuprofen--I know it's a major no-no, but I was desperate. It brings the pain down, but it never goes away. Complicating all of this is the fact that I know from giving birth that I'm allergic to Codeine and Demerol, and also cloves--which I think is the reason I react to Orajel.
I'm so ANGRY! Not just at the people responsible for my terror, but also at myself for not being stronger than this. Shouldn't I be able to get past this by now? I'm 47 years old and I have the teeth of a meth addict. I have an IQ of 165, I don't do drugs, I drink only occasionally, but the impression that people get of me is based on my teeth, and it's not a pretty one.
I know that things are coming to a head. I know that something has to be done, and I'm so worried about what the infection is doing to me. But even with the incredible pain, I still do NOT want to go to another dentist who will look down on me and treat me like crap.
I don't want to live like this anymore, but I don't know what to do.