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cannotcope
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Hi all fellow sufferers Melbourne, Australia here for the first time
I have advanced periodontal disease and I'm on a disability pension. I'm poor and thus have to use the public dental health system. Many years ago I was abused by a male dentist (I was also sexually abused as a child and teen). I avoided dentists for a long time - resulting in the perio.
Slowly, over the past 5 years, i built up a relationship with the woman dentist for the local public dental clinic to the point where she has actually been able to fill and extract teeth. Although I do still end up traumatised, I have been able to get through.
Three weeks ago, I went in because a filling in one of my top teeth had broken and there was a gaping hole in my tooth. That and the bottom right wisdom had a major abcess under it and I know it needs to come out. So, I go in and I make it clear to the receptionist that ALL I NEEDED was an initial appointment to tell me what I had to get done so that I had time to organise (1) the valium and (2) the best friend to come with me. They ALL know about my past history. They know I suffer from extreme panic and anxiety disorder.
For two and a half hours I was kept waiting. By then I was in a state of extreme panic. They told me that noone could see me and to come back an hour later - someone had just cancelled an appointment. So I went home and stressed, then went back at the appropriate time.
Next thing, I'm being led down the corridor towards the room at the end where, waiting for me, is a male dentist...
I lost the plot completely. My legs turned to jelly and the panic attack I had been staving off became full blown. I was sobbing hysterically and I collapsed against the wall. The nurse rudely asked me what was wrong and grabbed my arm and tried to drag me down the hall. I screamed at her "Don't you read peoples files? Don't you know what a male dentist did to me?"
She said (and I quote), "I know how you feel". Well, needless to say, I turned on her and shrieked at the top of my voice - "SO YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE RAPED DO YOU?"
"Well no, " she says, "but I know how you must be feeling, now come on, I'll take you to the reception area and we'll organise something else..."
So then she drags me back past rooms full of waiting people all looking at me with snot and tears covering my face - all staring at this freaked out middle aged woman. Did she apologise? No... She came back a few minutes later and took me to a young SriLankan woman who quickly looked at my mouth and then said (OMFG) "I will drill and refill that tooth now" and starts getting everything ready...
"Over my dead body", I said. "There is no way you are going to do anything while I am this traumatized. Just make me another appointment so I can get ready for it".
And the appointment was made - THREE WEEKS later!
Now its 3 days before the appointment. I am on Tramadol and antibiotics. The abcess is deeply infected. The filling has fallen out more. I have been unable to eat for 5 days. I am terrified of returning and getting worse treatment, but I am poor, I have no alternatives, and the pain is becoming increasingly unbearable. I was refused treatment at the local GP because I had no money. I am allergic to all opiates (which is why Tramadol is such a blessing).
My best friend is taking me on monday morning. I will be loaded up with Tramadol.
But the question is - do I say something about the way I was treated? In one morning they totally destroyed my hesitant trust. I'm right back to square one - terrified and abused.
I hate the dentist.
I have advanced periodontal disease and I'm on a disability pension. I'm poor and thus have to use the public dental health system. Many years ago I was abused by a male dentist (I was also sexually abused as a child and teen). I avoided dentists for a long time - resulting in the perio.
Slowly, over the past 5 years, i built up a relationship with the woman dentist for the local public dental clinic to the point where she has actually been able to fill and extract teeth. Although I do still end up traumatised, I have been able to get through.
Three weeks ago, I went in because a filling in one of my top teeth had broken and there was a gaping hole in my tooth. That and the bottom right wisdom had a major abcess under it and I know it needs to come out. So, I go in and I make it clear to the receptionist that ALL I NEEDED was an initial appointment to tell me what I had to get done so that I had time to organise (1) the valium and (2) the best friend to come with me. They ALL know about my past history. They know I suffer from extreme panic and anxiety disorder.
For two and a half hours I was kept waiting. By then I was in a state of extreme panic. They told me that noone could see me and to come back an hour later - someone had just cancelled an appointment. So I went home and stressed, then went back at the appropriate time.
Next thing, I'm being led down the corridor towards the room at the end where, waiting for me, is a male dentist...
I lost the plot completely. My legs turned to jelly and the panic attack I had been staving off became full blown. I was sobbing hysterically and I collapsed against the wall. The nurse rudely asked me what was wrong and grabbed my arm and tried to drag me down the hall. I screamed at her "Don't you read peoples files? Don't you know what a male dentist did to me?"
She said (and I quote), "I know how you feel". Well, needless to say, I turned on her and shrieked at the top of my voice - "SO YOU KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE RAPED DO YOU?"
"Well no, " she says, "but I know how you must be feeling, now come on, I'll take you to the reception area and we'll organise something else..."
So then she drags me back past rooms full of waiting people all looking at me with snot and tears covering my face - all staring at this freaked out middle aged woman. Did she apologise? No... She came back a few minutes later and took me to a young SriLankan woman who quickly looked at my mouth and then said (OMFG) "I will drill and refill that tooth now" and starts getting everything ready...
"Over my dead body", I said. "There is no way you are going to do anything while I am this traumatized. Just make me another appointment so I can get ready for it".
And the appointment was made - THREE WEEKS later!
Now its 3 days before the appointment. I am on Tramadol and antibiotics. The abcess is deeply infected. The filling has fallen out more. I have been unable to eat for 5 days. I am terrified of returning and getting worse treatment, but I am poor, I have no alternatives, and the pain is becoming increasingly unbearable. I was refused treatment at the local GP because I had no money. I am allergic to all opiates (which is why Tramadol is such a blessing).
My best friend is taking me on monday morning. I will be loaded up with Tramadol.
But the question is - do I say something about the way I was treated? In one morning they totally destroyed my hesitant trust. I'm right back to square one - terrified and abused.
I hate the dentist.