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Emetophobia Plus Dental phobia is NOT a good combo!
Alright, sorry for the long post but here's my story.
Every word of it is true no matter how eaggerated it may sound, I am just presenting facts not blowing things out of proportion. I think what finally brought me here was the combination of eating too much last night and the fact that my front tooth is chipped and loose.
I wasn't always afraid of the denist. But my fear did start at a young age. When I was about 10 I needed braces which I actually couldn;t wait to get cause everyone else had them. First I needed work done to prepare my mouth for them. I got what is called a palet expander. It covered my top four back teeth and I had it in for maybe two or three months. I just remember the process being very fast. Anyway, when it was taken out was the start of my anxiety. The orthodontist promised me it wouldn't hurt and of course I believed him or rather wanted to, so I didn't put up a fight even as he removed it and three teeth along with it. No numbing agent, no the teeth were not permanant ones but nor were they loose. I actually screamed, keep in mind I was maybe 10 years old at this point.
The remaining tooth had become so rotted out that I needed a root canal. See what happened was when I brushed my teeth the toothpaste got into the expander but had no way of getting out, thus rotten tooth. We found out I needed a root canal the hard way, first I went to the rgular dentist who tried to fill the cavity but I was in way too much pain to let them continue. Then it was decided I needed a root canal. Two days later I was in the chair, getting the root canal. All I remember is insane pain with 7 shots of novicane directly in the roof of my mouth. But still at that point I was a good sport and just took it with a grain of salt, assuming that this would make it all better.
It did not. A few years passed and we found out that due to stress and other things in my life that I had acid reflux. No biggy, they put me on pills. A few more years pass and they decide that my root canal tooth needs a crown. Okay fine. Yeah they didn;t mention the minor gum surgery to lengthen the tooth to put the crown on nor did they inform me that I would be awake but numb during this. By this time I was 14 and in 9th grade. The fear was building.
By tenth grade, my acid reflux was worse. How does this play into my teeth? They were and still are erroding, despite the fact that I am on meds and do what I can to evade the errosion. Anyway back to 10th grade. My mother worked for a dentist at that time. I had become very scared of them but not terrified. Dr. S (Lets call him) was a jerk. At least to me, AND he was a friend of the family (Not good when your parents are all about having good kids with a good rep). So by this point I needed to have a lot of caities filled cause of my acid reflux.
Dr. S worked with me on several occasions. Very often he wouldn't numb me enough. I would ask him to either stop or give me more, but he wouldn;t. He would keep saying he was almost done and continue with no concern to me. One day I bit him. He refused to see me after that.
I went to another dentist, just once, who barely spoke english but managed to get all of my teeth in order in one session even though I was scared witless and shaking like the dickens the whole time.
A year or two passed and ther was another dentist, Dr. D. She was INSANELY nice to me, did A LOT of work on my mouth, bridges, caps, you name it. This didn't make my fear go away but it helped keep it at bay as she would explain everything to me and was always stopping to make sure I was okay. I barely remember any pain with her.
Then I turned 18 and was kicked out of the house. Developed a drug habit, wound up in a group home and eventually got sober and on government assistance. Don't get me started on how this happened or the hatred of my parents.
4 years pass, I refuse to see a dentist. At 22 my dad harps on me enough to get me to go but he won't use his fancy lawyer insurance to cover me like my sisters, so I get a medicare dentist who once again barely speaks any english. I'm not saying you can't be good at dentistry without knowing English but it does no good to me to have a dentist who cannot explain every little detail to me and keep my fears away.
I do what I need to do with him, crying the whole time.
Skip to now, about 5 years later. Almost every tooth in my mouth has had a filling in one way or the other since I was a kid. About two years ago one of the fillings in one of my back teeth came out and I was scared livid to tell anyone or go to a dentist. The tooth started to fall apart slowly but surely. Then it started to infect the teeth around it. As much pain as I was in I just delt with it, afraid to go to the dentist.
Finally I couldn't take it any more and sucked it up and went earlier this year. I ended up needing six extractions. As you can imagine I flipped out. Not only could I not see myself ever doing that, but also I had very little options as to who I could see due to medicade.
I found a dentist who didn't even want to sedate me to pull them. I said (and I cleaned up the language here) HECK no! So he said sedation would be 350 dollars out of pocket. Which I had to beg for off of a good friend of mine who knew the predicament. Seriously folks, the anxiety and fear before the actual appointment had me honestly contemplating suicide. Twice. I called my therapist and we worked through it but man I was freaked. So in the end I got the teeth out, having paid my therapist to take me to and from the appointment.
Here I sit now, missing six teeth, and am in pain with the one that is cracked and loose, and yet I would still rather shoot myself in the foot than take care of it. I am 27 years old.
Now, what is Emetophobia you ask? It's a severe phobia of vomiting, as severe as my fear of the dentist, which you can see it quite over the top and severe. How do they combine? The fact that the dentist wants to stick things in your mouth could (and has in me) trigger a gag reflex to make you throw up. I have had emetophobia ever since I can remember and am a member of a forum for that too.
These things combined are not good. I am scared to death of going back to the dentist to get a partial for my teeth, because I am afraid she'll refuse to give it to me if I don't get the rest of my teeth taken care of. As far as I know I have 11 cavities that range from mild to severe. Yet I refuse to go back in, even for the sake of being able to chew better.
I know I am being silly and will probably lose all my teeth by 35 or 40 with the factor of acid reflux and a hiatal hernia speeding it up, yet I cannot do anything about it but cry. Now here's the kicker.
My mother (On top of other things) places a HUGE HUGE HUGE HUGE importance on having good teeth. That's why they spent so much money out of pocket when I was a kid to make sure all of my teeth were good. I was taught Bad teeth equals ugly. It's been drilled into my brain that with false teeth I will be ugly, and looked upon as poorly educated to society. Not saying that's the truth but that's what I was raised to believe and that's what sticks with me.
So I am having this inner struggle, not wanting to be this horribly ugly, hideous monster in the eyes of my parents, but scared to the ever loving hell of the dentist. I don't know what to do at this point. I am at my wits end and scared. Sedation dentistry is out of my reach by a long shot and I will not dare go through getting more fillings from a cold uncaring dentist again. Even if I could see my ideal dentist Dr. D again, I wouldn't be able to bring myself to go due to anxiety and fear. Plus I am on medication for anxiety and have been prescribed sedatives for use as needed but I still will not go. THe question is....what do I do now?
~Monica
Alright, sorry for the long post but here's my story.
Every word of it is true no matter how eaggerated it may sound, I am just presenting facts not blowing things out of proportion. I think what finally brought me here was the combination of eating too much last night and the fact that my front tooth is chipped and loose.
I wasn't always afraid of the denist. But my fear did start at a young age. When I was about 10 I needed braces which I actually couldn;t wait to get cause everyone else had them. First I needed work done to prepare my mouth for them. I got what is called a palet expander. It covered my top four back teeth and I had it in for maybe two or three months. I just remember the process being very fast. Anyway, when it was taken out was the start of my anxiety. The orthodontist promised me it wouldn't hurt and of course I believed him or rather wanted to, so I didn't put up a fight even as he removed it and three teeth along with it. No numbing agent, no the teeth were not permanant ones but nor were they loose. I actually screamed, keep in mind I was maybe 10 years old at this point.
The remaining tooth had become so rotted out that I needed a root canal. See what happened was when I brushed my teeth the toothpaste got into the expander but had no way of getting out, thus rotten tooth. We found out I needed a root canal the hard way, first I went to the rgular dentist who tried to fill the cavity but I was in way too much pain to let them continue. Then it was decided I needed a root canal. Two days later I was in the chair, getting the root canal. All I remember is insane pain with 7 shots of novicane directly in the roof of my mouth. But still at that point I was a good sport and just took it with a grain of salt, assuming that this would make it all better.
It did not. A few years passed and we found out that due to stress and other things in my life that I had acid reflux. No biggy, they put me on pills. A few more years pass and they decide that my root canal tooth needs a crown. Okay fine. Yeah they didn;t mention the minor gum surgery to lengthen the tooth to put the crown on nor did they inform me that I would be awake but numb during this. By this time I was 14 and in 9th grade. The fear was building.
By tenth grade, my acid reflux was worse. How does this play into my teeth? They were and still are erroding, despite the fact that I am on meds and do what I can to evade the errosion. Anyway back to 10th grade. My mother worked for a dentist at that time. I had become very scared of them but not terrified. Dr. S (Lets call him) was a jerk. At least to me, AND he was a friend of the family (Not good when your parents are all about having good kids with a good rep). So by this point I needed to have a lot of caities filled cause of my acid reflux.
Dr. S worked with me on several occasions. Very often he wouldn't numb me enough. I would ask him to either stop or give me more, but he wouldn;t. He would keep saying he was almost done and continue with no concern to me. One day I bit him. He refused to see me after that.
I went to another dentist, just once, who barely spoke english but managed to get all of my teeth in order in one session even though I was scared witless and shaking like the dickens the whole time.
A year or two passed and ther was another dentist, Dr. D. She was INSANELY nice to me, did A LOT of work on my mouth, bridges, caps, you name it. This didn't make my fear go away but it helped keep it at bay as she would explain everything to me and was always stopping to make sure I was okay. I barely remember any pain with her.
Then I turned 18 and was kicked out of the house. Developed a drug habit, wound up in a group home and eventually got sober and on government assistance. Don't get me started on how this happened or the hatred of my parents.
4 years pass, I refuse to see a dentist. At 22 my dad harps on me enough to get me to go but he won't use his fancy lawyer insurance to cover me like my sisters, so I get a medicare dentist who once again barely speaks any english. I'm not saying you can't be good at dentistry without knowing English but it does no good to me to have a dentist who cannot explain every little detail to me and keep my fears away.
I do what I need to do with him, crying the whole time.
Skip to now, about 5 years later. Almost every tooth in my mouth has had a filling in one way or the other since I was a kid. About two years ago one of the fillings in one of my back teeth came out and I was scared livid to tell anyone or go to a dentist. The tooth started to fall apart slowly but surely. Then it started to infect the teeth around it. As much pain as I was in I just delt with it, afraid to go to the dentist.
Finally I couldn't take it any more and sucked it up and went earlier this year. I ended up needing six extractions. As you can imagine I flipped out. Not only could I not see myself ever doing that, but also I had very little options as to who I could see due to medicade.
I found a dentist who didn't even want to sedate me to pull them. I said (and I cleaned up the language here) HECK no! So he said sedation would be 350 dollars out of pocket. Which I had to beg for off of a good friend of mine who knew the predicament. Seriously folks, the anxiety and fear before the actual appointment had me honestly contemplating suicide. Twice. I called my therapist and we worked through it but man I was freaked. So in the end I got the teeth out, having paid my therapist to take me to and from the appointment.
Here I sit now, missing six teeth, and am in pain with the one that is cracked and loose, and yet I would still rather shoot myself in the foot than take care of it. I am 27 years old.
Now, what is Emetophobia you ask? It's a severe phobia of vomiting, as severe as my fear of the dentist, which you can see it quite over the top and severe. How do they combine? The fact that the dentist wants to stick things in your mouth could (and has in me) trigger a gag reflex to make you throw up. I have had emetophobia ever since I can remember and am a member of a forum for that too.
These things combined are not good. I am scared to death of going back to the dentist to get a partial for my teeth, because I am afraid she'll refuse to give it to me if I don't get the rest of my teeth taken care of. As far as I know I have 11 cavities that range from mild to severe. Yet I refuse to go back in, even for the sake of being able to chew better.
I know I am being silly and will probably lose all my teeth by 35 or 40 with the factor of acid reflux and a hiatal hernia speeding it up, yet I cannot do anything about it but cry. Now here's the kicker.
My mother (On top of other things) places a HUGE HUGE HUGE HUGE importance on having good teeth. That's why they spent so much money out of pocket when I was a kid to make sure all of my teeth were good. I was taught Bad teeth equals ugly. It's been drilled into my brain that with false teeth I will be ugly, and looked upon as poorly educated to society. Not saying that's the truth but that's what I was raised to believe and that's what sticks with me.
So I am having this inner struggle, not wanting to be this horribly ugly, hideous monster in the eyes of my parents, but scared to the ever loving hell of the dentist. I don't know what to do at this point. I am at my wits end and scared. Sedation dentistry is out of my reach by a long shot and I will not dare go through getting more fillings from a cold uncaring dentist again. Even if I could see my ideal dentist Dr. D again, I wouldn't be able to bring myself to go due to anxiety and fear. Plus I am on medication for anxiety and have been prescribed sedatives for use as needed but I still will not go. THe question is....what do I do now?
~Monica