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CardsAndDice
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Hi,
I've been looking through some threads here for a while and I wanted to reach out. I hope that maybe one day I can turn this into a journal, but now I think I'm just looking for some immediate feedback, but it also just feels better to write everything down.
When I was younger, I hated going to the dentist, but I'm not really sure why. When I was in my early twenties I finally went after not having gone for a few years. Things seemed ok at first, but I really didn't like my dentist. He kept telling me very specific things I had done wrong, that I shouldn't be eating salty foods, that I should drink any sugary drink all at once and not sip on it. It just felt so nit picky. I didn't think very much of it at the time. I had a couple fillings done and was ready to get on with my life. That was probably 8-10 years ago.
As I started to get older I found that life pretty much kept going on as normal. I neglected going to the dentist and told myself as long as I did an adequate job of cleaning my teeth things would be ok. Then, when I was 25, I was playing in a game tournament and during a lunch break I was eating a burger and felt an unusual crunch. It was so strange and foreign to me, yet somehow I knew exactly what it was. The consistency like sand and the gritty bits not seeming to break apart under my molars. I had lost a piece of my tooth.
It felt so scary, like all my worst nightmares were coming true. I found a bit of tooth that had broken off and for some reason put it in the cup holder of my car. I don't know why. I think maybe some part of me wanted to remind myself that I need to take care of things. But I never did. All I wanted to do was hide away. Pretend that it didn't matter, that I could reverse it or at least keep things from worsening. That was five years ago.
Since that time another tooth has started the same decay process. Starting slow with a small hole and then eventually leading to a crevasse for food to hide and to be picked out for minutes trying to get things out. The tooth that originally broke started to decay away, no matter how much I tried to clean or pick it still progressed. I got lazy and complacent. I found all kinds of things to pick at the hole, tooth picks, bits of plastic, finger nails were the best and I could usually make one to pick at any food stuck inside that hole.
Eventually my partner started to notice. This is where I started to feel the reality set in, where I wasn't going to be ok. She started noticing that after years of our relationship, I hadn't been or talked about going to the dentist once. I never confided in her this horrible secret that I had been keeping.
About 4 weeks ago I made a dentist appointment. I was so scared and so worried about all the things that could be wrong. When I finally went, it was bad. I learned of some laser cleaning procedure I needed as well as a root canal for my one tooth, the original that had the break in it. I also learned that the other tooth, further back in my mouth, needed to be extracted. The word “extracted” just hit my soul like a gut punch. I found it odd that the tooth that had been decaying for longer would just need a root canal, but the tooth that I hadn’t had as much trouble with needed to be extracted.
There was so much information and many pieces of paper detailing the things I needed. Some fillings and cleanings and wisdom teeth removal. At the end of it all, even with my insurance, the quote was $20,433. This just seemed like a make believe number. Something I didn’t want to accept and didn’t feel real. I could afford it but I have so many other things in my life right now. I can feel myself, even now as I type these words, reach for excuses.
So this brings me to today. I knew I wanted to write something on this site if only to bring my heart out. I had been reading things on this site and it had made me feel a little better about getting care. Then, on Sunday the 29th the tooth that had been decaying for a while lost another big piece. It always had a hole, but now it was visible. It was in my smile line and harder to hide away. This sent me down a terrible dark spiral for the past few days. Tears of shame would flow through my eyes as I looked at myself in the mirror, wanting to hide myself away or become nothing so no one would ever have to look at me again.
As of right now there are 3 things on the forefront of my mind.
So this brings me to today. I want a second chance, I want to get help, but it’s hard to know where to start. So here are my actionable questions for the community.
Some final thoughts. I would really like to thank anyone who has read through this far. I feel so alone and it is nice to know that there are people out there struggling with similar things. Reading some of the journals and support threads, it makes me feel like a person again. I’ve attached some pictures of my condition. The one more forward in my mouth being the need for the root canal, but I’m also worried that my condition has worsened since my last visit and it will need to be extracted. The back one, my dentist said that it would be extracted, which could be done during my wisdom teeth extraction anyway which is nice.
If all goes well, maybe I can document this in a journal post. I hope one day I will be proud of discipline rather than ashamed of it.
I've been looking through some threads here for a while and I wanted to reach out. I hope that maybe one day I can turn this into a journal, but now I think I'm just looking for some immediate feedback, but it also just feels better to write everything down.
When I was younger, I hated going to the dentist, but I'm not really sure why. When I was in my early twenties I finally went after not having gone for a few years. Things seemed ok at first, but I really didn't like my dentist. He kept telling me very specific things I had done wrong, that I shouldn't be eating salty foods, that I should drink any sugary drink all at once and not sip on it. It just felt so nit picky. I didn't think very much of it at the time. I had a couple fillings done and was ready to get on with my life. That was probably 8-10 years ago.
As I started to get older I found that life pretty much kept going on as normal. I neglected going to the dentist and told myself as long as I did an adequate job of cleaning my teeth things would be ok. Then, when I was 25, I was playing in a game tournament and during a lunch break I was eating a burger and felt an unusual crunch. It was so strange and foreign to me, yet somehow I knew exactly what it was. The consistency like sand and the gritty bits not seeming to break apart under my molars. I had lost a piece of my tooth.
It felt so scary, like all my worst nightmares were coming true. I found a bit of tooth that had broken off and for some reason put it in the cup holder of my car. I don't know why. I think maybe some part of me wanted to remind myself that I need to take care of things. But I never did. All I wanted to do was hide away. Pretend that it didn't matter, that I could reverse it or at least keep things from worsening. That was five years ago.
Since that time another tooth has started the same decay process. Starting slow with a small hole and then eventually leading to a crevasse for food to hide and to be picked out for minutes trying to get things out. The tooth that originally broke started to decay away, no matter how much I tried to clean or pick it still progressed. I got lazy and complacent. I found all kinds of things to pick at the hole, tooth picks, bits of plastic, finger nails were the best and I could usually make one to pick at any food stuck inside that hole.
Eventually my partner started to notice. This is where I started to feel the reality set in, where I wasn't going to be ok. She started noticing that after years of our relationship, I hadn't been or talked about going to the dentist once. I never confided in her this horrible secret that I had been keeping.
About 4 weeks ago I made a dentist appointment. I was so scared and so worried about all the things that could be wrong. When I finally went, it was bad. I learned of some laser cleaning procedure I needed as well as a root canal for my one tooth, the original that had the break in it. I also learned that the other tooth, further back in my mouth, needed to be extracted. The word “extracted” just hit my soul like a gut punch. I found it odd that the tooth that had been decaying for longer would just need a root canal, but the tooth that I hadn’t had as much trouble with needed to be extracted.
There was so much information and many pieces of paper detailing the things I needed. Some fillings and cleanings and wisdom teeth removal. At the end of it all, even with my insurance, the quote was $20,433. This just seemed like a make believe number. Something I didn’t want to accept and didn’t feel real. I could afford it but I have so many other things in my life right now. I can feel myself, even now as I type these words, reach for excuses.
So this brings me to today. I knew I wanted to write something on this site if only to bring my heart out. I had been reading things on this site and it had made me feel a little better about getting care. Then, on Sunday the 29th the tooth that had been decaying for a while lost another big piece. It always had a hole, but now it was visible. It was in my smile line and harder to hide away. This sent me down a terrible dark spiral for the past few days. Tears of shame would flow through my eyes as I looked at myself in the mirror, wanting to hide myself away or become nothing so no one would ever have to look at me again.
As of right now there are 3 things on the forefront of my mind.
- This is my fault. I have a good family and good upbringing. I don’t think I have any trauma from dentistry. I don’t struggle with abuse or addiction. I am a very normal and healthy person. And yet I have had this struggle for so many years. I feel so much shame in not being able to take care of this, that something is wrong with me. I feel so inhuman as I look at other people’s teeth and I see that they can take care of themselves. The rot in my mouth feels like a rot in my character. I should be able to take care of it but for some reason I just cannot. It feels like I’m so young only just turning 30 to have these issues. That if I cannot overcome this, what hope do I have of accomplishing anything meaningful in my life. The constant picking at the holes in my teeth with the tip of my tongue are a constant reminder that I have failed. This cycle of shame and embarrassment leads me to avoidance which leads to worse outcomes. I have to break this cycle, but I don’t know how.
- The money is bearing on me. My partner and I are going to get married next year. The wedding is already costing a lot of money and I feel that this bill would take away from our life. I know my partner also wants to buy a house in the future. However, I feel that I am ruining our chances to be happy with my mistakes. All of the money that I would spend on my dental care are because of my failures. Maybe there might be a way to prioritize what needs to be done first, but the large bill just feels like I have dug myself into a hole so deep that it would be better to deal with it after, later, after some other life event, after the wedding, after the house, or the first kid, but later never comes and it ends up being never. The money I would spend on my teeth would make me curse and hate myself so much for not being able to give the love of my life the life that she deserves.
- I think the hardest part about all of this is that I am alone. I have no idea how to talk to people about their dental health. I feel so ashamed about myself, if anyone had these issues as well I imagine they would feel similar. I feel that I have no one to talk to about these problems, no one to work through or confide my struggles with. It’s like the world is either filled with people that can just take care of these issues or with people who can’t and are looked down upon with disappointment. I tried talking to my father about this when he and I had taken a trip up to Seattle together. He seemed like he didn’t know how to address it. I think there was a short back and forth but nothing else. I mentioned some of the things that had been bothering me and the most I got was “Yeah you should get that taken care of.” This hurt so much, because I love my father because he is the most compassionate, understanding and nicest man I know. My mom is usually the hardass about these things. But if I couldn’t get the best man in the world I knew at dealing with issues to talk to me about how I was feeling, I knew I might just walk this one alone and that hurt.
- The last part is the fear of pain. Oddly, I haven’t had a whole lot of pain in my teeth. There are times when I do feel food or a pick strike a nerve and there is pain. But the hard part is, there is not really any day to day pain. I can manage a very normal life without having to worry about it. There have been 2 times in the past few years with big tooth pain. One when I went camping, and the other when I was working late in Portland. It was difficult and annoying, but after a while of the same pain I could ignore it. I would take painkillers only in the most desperate of hours and usually it wouldn’t last more than 6-8 hours. I knew that if I could make it through a day I would be ok. I would just continue to try to clean the area, gargle some salt water and it would pass. However, every once in a while I would chew a piece of food or use a finger nail to pick at an area and strike a nerve. One time, when putting a pick in just the right spot at one point I hit something unbelievable. I thought I knew what pain was. I thought I understood what it meant to be in pain. This was something on a whole different level. That instant I felt that paint, it hit me in such an odd place in my heart and held a lump of stone in my throat. I felt fear. The ripples of that pain reverberated through my whole body until my stomach churned. It only lasted a second, but I knew that if that place got struck again, it would be the most pain I’d ever feel in my life. When I did go to the dentist a few weeks ago, I remember myself back to this same moment and I had to have her stop a few times for fear that some slight mistake would strike this nerve again.
So this brings me to today. I want a second chance, I want to get help, but it’s hard to know where to start. So here are my actionable questions for the community.
- I wish that my dentist could communicate just with email so I don’t have to have phone call after phone call, getting put on hold and worrying about asking all the questions I need right then and there. That would be a huge improvement. Is this something clinics do or is it all over the phone in the United States?
- I have a mild blessing in that I need to get my wisdom teeth removed anyway. While they do this procedure can I get my root canal? I know I can do my extraction, but can the root canal also be done while I’m under. This might be a long shot, but it feels like an opportunity to have a second chance. To do all the work that needs to be done and wake up with fixed teeth. If not, I’m so scared of the potential for the root canal to hit that deep nerve that has scared me before. To be put under for all of this work would be such a blessing.
- Should I hold out for better insurance? I hadn’t put a lot of thought into my dental insurance through my work, because I had never really used it. Would it be more cost efficient to do the work needed now and any fillings or later work for next year. I do feel the time pressure and maybe it would be better to deal with everything now rather than put it off again, but in the case of cost, it might be better to be realistic.
- How do you deal with moving forward? How do you feel knowing you’ve made this prolonged mistake and trying to pick up the pieces and make something better. Often it feels like all our lives we’ve been moving forward, it's hard to admit reality that there are some faults we have and changes we need to make. It feels crushing and insurmountable. I fear that one day I’ll wake up 10 years from now with half the teeth I do now wondering what went wrong. But deep down I’ll know the thing that went wrong is me. How do I overcome this hurdle of the easier path to avoid and save the hardship for the future.
Some final thoughts. I would really like to thank anyone who has read through this far. I feel so alone and it is nice to know that there are people out there struggling with similar things. Reading some of the journals and support threads, it makes me feel like a person again. I’ve attached some pictures of my condition. The one more forward in my mouth being the need for the root canal, but I’m also worried that my condition has worsened since my last visit and it will need to be extracted. The back one, my dentist said that it would be extracted, which could be done during my wisdom teeth extraction anyway which is nice.
If all goes well, maybe I can document this in a journal post. I hope one day I will be proud of discipline rather than ashamed of it.