Susanne
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I firmly believe that had I not been traumatized by a cruel dentist as a child, I would not have a dental phobia today. I remember feeling panicked and afraid any time we happened to drive by the building where his office was. My mother even had to resort to trickery to get me in the door there.
There are many things that I remember about his office that I hated, including that he did not allow parents in the room with their children. One thing that stands out most in my mind is when I had to have a filling at age 5. I only remember being given a topical anesthetic, which didn't sufficiently numb me. He then said he was going to use the "motorboat" (aka handpiece/drill) on my tooth, to which I replied as a wise-beyond-her-years 5-year-old, "That's not a motorboat, it's a drill!"
I then was told by the dentist that if it hurt, I should raise my hand for him to stop. It did hurt, but when I raised my hand, he wouldn't stop and kept drilling. I already was frightened and did not have my mother there to comfort me. Add to that the pain from the drilling and insufficient numbing and I became very upset. I began crying and begging for my mother to come back there. Instead of calling my mother back to comfort me or trying to gently calm me down, my dentist became enraged and yelled at me. Clamped his hand down quite firmly over my nose and mouth -- which made me feel as though I were suffocating-- and angrily told me if I did not be quiet and stop crying, he was going to pull my tooth out.
More than 30 years later and I can still remember that day and the claustrophobic feeling of being trapped and not being able to breathe with a very angry dentist looming over me. After doing some research on the internet, I discovered that there used to be a practice for upset pediatric patients known as the Hand-Over-Mouth (H.O.M.) exercise or technique and that some dentists -- mine included -- would also cover the patient's nose, making it difficult for them to breathe.
Do any other dental phobics out there ever remember being on the receiving end of such a practice? Does it make sense that I am still traumatized by that after so many years? I'm reminded of that every time I set foot in a dentist's office even though I know the dentists today are kind and compassionate. I hate it and wish that I wasn't so scared! ?
There are many things that I remember about his office that I hated, including that he did not allow parents in the room with their children. One thing that stands out most in my mind is when I had to have a filling at age 5. I only remember being given a topical anesthetic, which didn't sufficiently numb me. He then said he was going to use the "motorboat" (aka handpiece/drill) on my tooth, to which I replied as a wise-beyond-her-years 5-year-old, "That's not a motorboat, it's a drill!"
I then was told by the dentist that if it hurt, I should raise my hand for him to stop. It did hurt, but when I raised my hand, he wouldn't stop and kept drilling. I already was frightened and did not have my mother there to comfort me. Add to that the pain from the drilling and insufficient numbing and I became very upset. I began crying and begging for my mother to come back there. Instead of calling my mother back to comfort me or trying to gently calm me down, my dentist became enraged and yelled at me. Clamped his hand down quite firmly over my nose and mouth -- which made me feel as though I were suffocating-- and angrily told me if I did not be quiet and stop crying, he was going to pull my tooth out.
More than 30 years later and I can still remember that day and the claustrophobic feeling of being trapped and not being able to breathe with a very angry dentist looming over me. After doing some research on the internet, I discovered that there used to be a practice for upset pediatric patients known as the Hand-Over-Mouth (H.O.M.) exercise or technique and that some dentists -- mine included -- would also cover the patient's nose, making it difficult for them to breathe.
Do any other dental phobics out there ever remember being on the receiving end of such a practice? Does it make sense that I am still traumatized by that after so many years? I'm reminded of that every time I set foot in a dentist's office even though I know the dentists today are kind and compassionate. I hate it and wish that I wasn't so scared! ?
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