Soldiering Through the First Contact with the Dentist (nothing graffic to trigger anyone)
Salut everyone,
I just wanted the requested update. I'm writing things down in case someone else is reading and wants to know what happens (in my case, anyway) , i left out anything graffic to not trigger anyone)
I arrived at the office with two of my friends – yes, I know, two, as an quasi-escort, I know, it seems excessive but both men volunteered and wanted to go with me to support me.
Anyway, I needed two people so I didn’t bolt while someone went to go talk to the dentist (David) and give him my background and someone (Chris) stayed with me to keep me calm. We walked, ok, they walked into the office, it took me a while to actually get into the lobby because there was a large TV playing a pre-remembrance day news special about dead soldiers, but once the TV was turned off, I was ok to come into the lobby.
Chris and I sat in the waiting room and he kept me calm and distracted me from the sounds and noises going (triggering imagination) on while David went into the back and spoke with the dentist so he knew what he was getting into (explaining PTSD). The dentist had purposefully scheduled us to come in right before closing so there were very few people in the office and so we had more time to talk.
After David spoke to the dentist alone (with my proxy), he came and invited Chris and I into his office. I have to admit that it took Chris’ arm around mine to steady me into going into his office; David had suggested it was better to talk in his office then there all the tools are.
I managed to sit face to face with the dentist and David and Chris talked a bit about my PTSD and how I was terrified of the dentist and being held down and forced and they recounted how the VA dentist had held me down (not that that incident is the locus of my phobia, but it definitely made it worse).
It turns out that the dentist was very sympathetic to my situation as he is from a region of the world where there has been pro-longed conflict and this is not the first case of PTSD he has seen. He asked me a few questions, too, which I was able to answer back and I was able to explain a little bit about what I needed (he kept asking that question: what do you need? How should I proceed?. I think I remained pretty present when answering his questions.
I felt comfortable enough from our chat to go have some x-rays (which I felt was better than having all these hands in my mouth) so we went into another room with the chair (took some coaxing to get me into said room and then sit in said chair).
One of his assistants had to do the x-rays but it was extremely extremely difficult for me to handle having the x-ray films and the extending wires in my mouth. Extremely extremely difficult (I have to be honest) because that was so unfamiliar to me.
While David spoke more in-depth to the dentist about what I needed (how I needed to feel safe and in control, how I perceived dental tools to be akin to power tools), Chris stayed with me by the chair to help coax me into accepting the film inside my mouth, with the woman technician.
There were actually 9 x-rays! and it took a long time for me to be able to have that metal contraption in my mouth and a lot of crying and hand holding and verbal coaxing, and when I could be still, then Chris and the technician would run out of the room for the picture to be taken and then Chris would come running back in and hold me for a few seconds before the next one had to go in. It probably looked kinda funny to watch from the outside, with two people running in and out of that room. This had to happen 9 times!!!!
I was kinda losing it after the x-rays so everything had to stop or I was gonna go over the edge. But I got it done. I am so thankful for my friend’s help and for the dentist’s allowing my friends to do their thing.
There was some talking after that, but my mind was fragged so I don’t remember everything that was said. Apparently, there are different levels of intrusiveness to dentistry so the next appointment will be to see how I can tolerate having tools and hands in my mouth – which I am dreading – and maybe try and clean my teeth a little.
The dentist tried once that night to examine my mouth but I didn’t like being laid down and every time he tried to get close to me with this explorer thing and mirror, I would scramble out of my seat. I just didn’t want any thing near me.
They have offered me nitrous the next appointment, but I’m very very reluctant to have any sort of sedation (I don’t want to be incapacitated in any way= slow reaction time to threat) but then again, I have no idea how I’m going to tolerate anyone near my mouth with any tools. I was really forceful when desperate to get out of that chair whenever the dentist came near my mouth, like we’re taking kicking the base of the machine and using my hand to yank the light away. I’m not sure how I’m going to handle this next step.