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moonlight
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Hey, I'm so glad that I have found this amazing page. Well, I thought that I would start of by telling my story. So here it is:
I'm only 16 years old, and already a huge phobia.
It started then I was about 8 years old. I haven’t had big problems going to the dentist before, I of course didn’t like the situation but it went okay, and usually my parents gave my a new teddy bear or something afterwards. But one day, my dentist discovered a hole in one of my teeth. She said that she could fix it straight away. I was so scared. She said that she had this gel so it wouldn’t hurt then she stacked with the needle. She asked if I wanted to have this gel with raspberry or peppermint flavour. I was so scared and I couldn’t say anything. So my dentist said that if I didn’t wanted to say which flavour I would prefer, we would just do it without the gel thing. So she took the needle and hold it op In front of me, and squirted some of the fluid out (like you see it in movies and so). I didn’t wanted to open my mouth so she forced it to open, and gave me the shot and I remember that It hurted a lot and was very unpleasant. The rest went fine and the hole was fixed. But I was so shocked afterwards and I didn’t even get a teddy bear. I was now so afraid of going to the dentist that a started to cry every time.
As I got older, my teeth got more and more crooked and I needed braces. A thing that wouldn’t be a problem for most people.
The “bracedentist” (or what you call it), wanted to do every thing real fast, and she didn’t took her time to each patient. She often used to run backwards and forwards between to patients.
I couldn’t managed all the things that was going on, and I was in a period there every thing had to go really slow, my life was in the middle of a big change. I had just broke my arm, and in those three or four weeks my arm was in plaster, I didn’t go so much to school because I had a lot of pain. But in those four weeks, it was like all my friends went from kids to teenagers. And I wasn’t a part of that, and as the days went by, I was more and more left out. So I had to find new friends, and settle down again. It was a hard time, and I spend many nights crying. A girl from my school started to call me “The shark teeth girl”, which was pretty hard to manage. And one day my teacher found a piece of paper, I can’t remember what was written on the paper only that it one place said “The shark teeth girl” (my name). Well, my teacher just wanted to know how I felt about it, and if it was something I wanted to talk about. She was a really good teacher and I trusted her very much, so I told her how I felt, and that I was really scared of dentists and so on. (I think she is the only person who knows all this) then we were done talking, she asked if I wanted her to call my parents and tell them about it. I maked it really clear to her, that she shouldn’t do that, and that I would tell them, then I was ready. But it wasn’t clear enough, short after I found out that she had called my parents and told them everything I had told her.
I had reached a point were a didn’t trusted anyone before a knew them very well. And soon after, did my “bracedentist” give up with me.
I still came at my “normal dentist” but it was hard and I cried every night from the day that we received a card with the date for the next visit until the very day. I was usually really tired then the day for my dental visit came, because I had spend so man nights crying. I would wake up with a heart beating real fast, shaking legs, and at the time I arrived to the dentist, I would totally shut down. Unable to talk or move.
Well, one day for at least three years ago I went to my dentist or my dad forced me to go there. I don’t know how, but she managed to get a look at my teeth, and she discovered a new hole. I started to cry, I would rather die, than have her to fix it. So my dentist thought that it would be best if she gave me a reference to another dentist, who should be more able to handle people with dental fear. My first impression of my new dentist was what she was a good and sweet dentist. But her assistant was pretty much a bitch. And after only one visit, the dentist gave me a reference to a new one. One that should be even better handling people with dental fear.
So I went to this new dentist, and the first visit was only going to be talk, no examination or anything. My dad was waiting out side as he used to do. The dentist started talking, I can’t remember what she said, I don’t really think that I noticed that she said, it was like then things just goes in one ear and out the other. The only thing I can remember was that she said, that next time I came there we needed to make that hole I had…And I could cry or fight as much as I would, she would just find someone who could help holding me down in the chair, so that she could fix the hole. Because as she said, “then the hole is fixed it will be much easier to come here. And you will need to come here often at least once a month”
That was more than I could handle, so I ran out crying. Because I just wanted to get away from that psycho. Well I ran until I couldn’t anymore. And then I stopped I realized that I didn’t had a clue about where I was. My dad tried to call me on my mobile phone but I didn’t wanted to answer. He went out looking for me, but I was hiding in a bush. The I couldn’t hear or see him anymore I took it that he had gone home.
So there I was, I didn’t knew where I was and I didn’t have any money, so I couldn’t take a train home. I found out I which direction a should walk and I started walking.
When a got home I locked me inside my room for two weeks, I only went out to go to the bath room, find some food or go to school. I spend a lot of time crying and thinking of committing suicide. But my sweet little cat kept me from doing it, because I kept thinking of what would happen to him if I was not there. He also spend a lot of time lying next to me then I was crying, so how could I leave him? ( I’m still alive, and I don’t have thoughts of committing suicide anymore)
But that was the last time I went to a dentist.
And how is my teeth today? Well I have four front teeth, like in a double row. And they are not baby teeth but my grown up teeth (or what you call it). The second row of front teeth goes longer down than my front, front teeth, so they are someone you see. And the rest of my teeth are really crooked too.
I have a big hole in one of my teeth, which has started to hurt sometimes. And I have at least to smaller holes.
I glad that I have found this page. And I glad that I now have written my hole story down. It was good to come out with everything. Now the whole world have the opportunity to read my story (or at least every one with internet).
And I’m now taking the first step in the right direction.
(Sorry if there are a lot of spelling or grammar mistakes. My English teachers have been a bit like my dentist I have never had I good one , so all my English is pretty much self learned)
I'm only 16 years old, and already a huge phobia.
It started then I was about 8 years old. I haven’t had big problems going to the dentist before, I of course didn’t like the situation but it went okay, and usually my parents gave my a new teddy bear or something afterwards. But one day, my dentist discovered a hole in one of my teeth. She said that she could fix it straight away. I was so scared. She said that she had this gel so it wouldn’t hurt then she stacked with the needle. She asked if I wanted to have this gel with raspberry or peppermint flavour. I was so scared and I couldn’t say anything. So my dentist said that if I didn’t wanted to say which flavour I would prefer, we would just do it without the gel thing. So she took the needle and hold it op In front of me, and squirted some of the fluid out (like you see it in movies and so). I didn’t wanted to open my mouth so she forced it to open, and gave me the shot and I remember that It hurted a lot and was very unpleasant. The rest went fine and the hole was fixed. But I was so shocked afterwards and I didn’t even get a teddy bear. I was now so afraid of going to the dentist that a started to cry every time.
As I got older, my teeth got more and more crooked and I needed braces. A thing that wouldn’t be a problem for most people.
The “bracedentist” (or what you call it), wanted to do every thing real fast, and she didn’t took her time to each patient. She often used to run backwards and forwards between to patients.
I couldn’t managed all the things that was going on, and I was in a period there every thing had to go really slow, my life was in the middle of a big change. I had just broke my arm, and in those three or four weeks my arm was in plaster, I didn’t go so much to school because I had a lot of pain. But in those four weeks, it was like all my friends went from kids to teenagers. And I wasn’t a part of that, and as the days went by, I was more and more left out. So I had to find new friends, and settle down again. It was a hard time, and I spend many nights crying. A girl from my school started to call me “The shark teeth girl”, which was pretty hard to manage. And one day my teacher found a piece of paper, I can’t remember what was written on the paper only that it one place said “The shark teeth girl” (my name). Well, my teacher just wanted to know how I felt about it, and if it was something I wanted to talk about. She was a really good teacher and I trusted her very much, so I told her how I felt, and that I was really scared of dentists and so on. (I think she is the only person who knows all this) then we were done talking, she asked if I wanted her to call my parents and tell them about it. I maked it really clear to her, that she shouldn’t do that, and that I would tell them, then I was ready. But it wasn’t clear enough, short after I found out that she had called my parents and told them everything I had told her.
I had reached a point were a didn’t trusted anyone before a knew them very well. And soon after, did my “bracedentist” give up with me.
I still came at my “normal dentist” but it was hard and I cried every night from the day that we received a card with the date for the next visit until the very day. I was usually really tired then the day for my dental visit came, because I had spend so man nights crying. I would wake up with a heart beating real fast, shaking legs, and at the time I arrived to the dentist, I would totally shut down. Unable to talk or move.
Well, one day for at least three years ago I went to my dentist or my dad forced me to go there. I don’t know how, but she managed to get a look at my teeth, and she discovered a new hole. I started to cry, I would rather die, than have her to fix it. So my dentist thought that it would be best if she gave me a reference to another dentist, who should be more able to handle people with dental fear. My first impression of my new dentist was what she was a good and sweet dentist. But her assistant was pretty much a bitch. And after only one visit, the dentist gave me a reference to a new one. One that should be even better handling people with dental fear.
So I went to this new dentist, and the first visit was only going to be talk, no examination or anything. My dad was waiting out side as he used to do. The dentist started talking, I can’t remember what she said, I don’t really think that I noticed that she said, it was like then things just goes in one ear and out the other. The only thing I can remember was that she said, that next time I came there we needed to make that hole I had…And I could cry or fight as much as I would, she would just find someone who could help holding me down in the chair, so that she could fix the hole. Because as she said, “then the hole is fixed it will be much easier to come here. And you will need to come here often at least once a month”
That was more than I could handle, so I ran out crying. Because I just wanted to get away from that psycho. Well I ran until I couldn’t anymore. And then I stopped I realized that I didn’t had a clue about where I was. My dad tried to call me on my mobile phone but I didn’t wanted to answer. He went out looking for me, but I was hiding in a bush. The I couldn’t hear or see him anymore I took it that he had gone home.
So there I was, I didn’t knew where I was and I didn’t have any money, so I couldn’t take a train home. I found out I which direction a should walk and I started walking.
When a got home I locked me inside my room for two weeks, I only went out to go to the bath room, find some food or go to school. I spend a lot of time crying and thinking of committing suicide. But my sweet little cat kept me from doing it, because I kept thinking of what would happen to him if I was not there. He also spend a lot of time lying next to me then I was crying, so how could I leave him? ( I’m still alive, and I don’t have thoughts of committing suicide anymore)
But that was the last time I went to a dentist.
And how is my teeth today? Well I have four front teeth, like in a double row. And they are not baby teeth but my grown up teeth (or what you call it). The second row of front teeth goes longer down than my front, front teeth, so they are someone you see. And the rest of my teeth are really crooked too.
I have a big hole in one of my teeth, which has started to hurt sometimes. And I have at least to smaller holes.
I glad that I have found this page. And I glad that I now have written my hole story down. It was good to come out with everything. Now the whole world have the opportunity to read my story (or at least every one with internet).
And I’m now taking the first step in the right direction.
(Sorry if there are a lot of spelling or grammar mistakes. My English teachers have been a bit like my dentist I have never had I good one , so all my English is pretty much self learned)