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bast_k
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Hello everyone! My name is Bast, and I've seen this fourm pop up a lot whenever I google phobias and self-help sites, and everyone here seems really friendly... So I thought I would join up, and maybe get some advice or support from you guys.
I had my first cavity and filling when I was around eight or nine. I can't remember my age, but what I DO remember was that my dentist was a jerk. I can understand that most dentists and doctors don't have time or the will to even bother helping a needle phobic out when they have other, calmer patients to see. That's fine, but this doctor? Total jerk. I remember crying when he put the numbing gel in my mouth, and I remember screaming a lot when I first saw the needle. My mother held my arms down while the dentist yanked my cheek out, squeezed really hard and jabbed the needle in. Now, I didn't feel the needle, but the yanking of the cheek and being forced down didn't help. That's always happened to me, whenever I had to deal with a needle. One of my parents or a nurse always held me down and forced me to do it. When I was smaller and didn't know that threatning to pull a Pulp Fiction gets them off of you REAL fast. (I never actually SAID "I will pull a Pulp Fiction" but you get the idea.)
When I was around fifteen, my family went though some money problems, causing us to move into a really crappy area of town and get in line for food stamps every week. Thankfully that's over and done with now, but I still have some problems rooting there. See, I was so depressed at that time, I would stay up for two days in a row, not shower for a week or more, and I never brushed my teeth. Once we got out of that house, I started brushing again and I realized, oh crap, there's some holes in my teeth. Turned out I had a total of 13 cavities, and two root canals that needed to be done fast.
So we got a really nice dentist. But the poor guy didn't realize how bad my phobia IS. I started bawling once he put the numbing gel on, and once AGAIN, the nurse tried to hold me down. That triggered memories of my first cavaity and how I was forced, and I lept up from the chair and hid in the corner. I didn't have anything done that day. I felt really bad though! I don't want to hurt the nurses or the doctors, and I wasn't planning on it! And I didn't want to scare them or anything, but I just can't handle that.
So, my mother made special arrangements to have me taken to the hospital and put out with sleeping gas, and have everything done at once while I was under. The surgry went fine(although we skipped the root canals and took those two teeth out, and my wisdom teeth are coming in to take their place), even though I did flip out a little and caused three nurses to jump on my legs. Again, I wasn't going to hurt anyone! I was.. Just going to run away or something. Really. So, anyway, that went down when I was sixteen. I went in for a checkup and a cleaning, and then a year later I notced a tiny hole start forming where a filling was. That was fixed with no novocain, just the drill. It was slightly uncomfortable, but I can trust the dentists with drills. So I don't think it's a real big trust issue or loss of control thing for me.
But now, at the same spot near the filling, it's starting to open up again. Also, on one of my back bottom molars, a nick chunk is missing from the top. There's also a few other problem spots I'm worried about. Nothing HURTS, though, so I guess I have to be thankful for that. I've told my mother about this, and she suggested I go to the dentist to see what needs to be worked on. I said, fine, but I wanted to look into some therapy. But my mother is busy in law school at the moment, so she hasn't gotten around to making an appointment for me. I hate to remind her, because *I* don't want to go in. I know I should, and I should press her about it if I want to keep my teeth, but it's still a big issue for me.
Funny thing is, is that my dad's a diabetic. I've seen him give himself shots my whole life, I can pick up one of his needles, I can hold it towards me, and I'm even trained on how to give him an emergency shot if I ever need to. I've been around needles my whole life, but I still have this fear. And it's beginning to effect my adult life! I can't travel overseas, I can't go to the art university unless I get my shot records updated, and I would like to get blood tests done at some point to make sure everything's okay. I don't even have my ears pierced! But I can picture myself getting shots, but I put that image together with the smell of the office, the taste of the gel and the rubber gloves, and having those nurses hold me down and force me... And I start having a panic attack. For the dentists, or the normal doctor's office. I know that the nurses wouldn't hold me down if I told them, and I know in my head that getting a shot won't hurt... And I've tried shutting my eyes, listening to music, talking to the dentist, all of that. But I still haven't gotten over this fear.
So, I'm asking for advice, or tips, or just support. Should I keep pressing to seek professional help? Should I try and poke myself with one of my dad's needles? Should I be put under with sleeping gas again? I'm open to any suggestions you have.
Thank you so much for reading this, guys. I appericate it.
I had my first cavity and filling when I was around eight or nine. I can't remember my age, but what I DO remember was that my dentist was a jerk. I can understand that most dentists and doctors don't have time or the will to even bother helping a needle phobic out when they have other, calmer patients to see. That's fine, but this doctor? Total jerk. I remember crying when he put the numbing gel in my mouth, and I remember screaming a lot when I first saw the needle. My mother held my arms down while the dentist yanked my cheek out, squeezed really hard and jabbed the needle in. Now, I didn't feel the needle, but the yanking of the cheek and being forced down didn't help. That's always happened to me, whenever I had to deal with a needle. One of my parents or a nurse always held me down and forced me to do it. When I was smaller and didn't know that threatning to pull a Pulp Fiction gets them off of you REAL fast. (I never actually SAID "I will pull a Pulp Fiction" but you get the idea.)
When I was around fifteen, my family went though some money problems, causing us to move into a really crappy area of town and get in line for food stamps every week. Thankfully that's over and done with now, but I still have some problems rooting there. See, I was so depressed at that time, I would stay up for two days in a row, not shower for a week or more, and I never brushed my teeth. Once we got out of that house, I started brushing again and I realized, oh crap, there's some holes in my teeth. Turned out I had a total of 13 cavities, and two root canals that needed to be done fast.
So we got a really nice dentist. But the poor guy didn't realize how bad my phobia IS. I started bawling once he put the numbing gel on, and once AGAIN, the nurse tried to hold me down. That triggered memories of my first cavaity and how I was forced, and I lept up from the chair and hid in the corner. I didn't have anything done that day. I felt really bad though! I don't want to hurt the nurses or the doctors, and I wasn't planning on it! And I didn't want to scare them or anything, but I just can't handle that.
So, my mother made special arrangements to have me taken to the hospital and put out with sleeping gas, and have everything done at once while I was under. The surgry went fine(although we skipped the root canals and took those two teeth out, and my wisdom teeth are coming in to take their place), even though I did flip out a little and caused three nurses to jump on my legs. Again, I wasn't going to hurt anyone! I was.. Just going to run away or something. Really. So, anyway, that went down when I was sixteen. I went in for a checkup and a cleaning, and then a year later I notced a tiny hole start forming where a filling was. That was fixed with no novocain, just the drill. It was slightly uncomfortable, but I can trust the dentists with drills. So I don't think it's a real big trust issue or loss of control thing for me.
But now, at the same spot near the filling, it's starting to open up again. Also, on one of my back bottom molars, a nick chunk is missing from the top. There's also a few other problem spots I'm worried about. Nothing HURTS, though, so I guess I have to be thankful for that. I've told my mother about this, and she suggested I go to the dentist to see what needs to be worked on. I said, fine, but I wanted to look into some therapy. But my mother is busy in law school at the moment, so she hasn't gotten around to making an appointment for me. I hate to remind her, because *I* don't want to go in. I know I should, and I should press her about it if I want to keep my teeth, but it's still a big issue for me.
Funny thing is, is that my dad's a diabetic. I've seen him give himself shots my whole life, I can pick up one of his needles, I can hold it towards me, and I'm even trained on how to give him an emergency shot if I ever need to. I've been around needles my whole life, but I still have this fear. And it's beginning to effect my adult life! I can't travel overseas, I can't go to the art university unless I get my shot records updated, and I would like to get blood tests done at some point to make sure everything's okay. I don't even have my ears pierced! But I can picture myself getting shots, but I put that image together with the smell of the office, the taste of the gel and the rubber gloves, and having those nurses hold me down and force me... And I start having a panic attack. For the dentists, or the normal doctor's office. I know that the nurses wouldn't hold me down if I told them, and I know in my head that getting a shot won't hurt... And I've tried shutting my eyes, listening to music, talking to the dentist, all of that. But I still haven't gotten over this fear.
So, I'm asking for advice, or tips, or just support. Should I keep pressing to seek professional help? Should I try and poke myself with one of my dad's needles? Should I be put under with sleeping gas again? I'm open to any suggestions you have.
Thank you so much for reading this, guys. I appericate it.