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Dawn65
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I don't quite know what anyone can say or do...maybe it just helps to express this... but two months on from extractions, I'm not only not better but feeling worse about it by the day.
Outside of my dental/medical phobias, which are pretty extreme, (among other incidents, I did have a dentist cock up big time as a kid and my natural fear and anger were not only dismissed by both the dentist and my parents, I was told how naughty I was to be frighten and make a fuss), I don't really have other MH problems - the odd situational depression - but who doesn't? That ends with the "situation". But, I'm scared they are going end up sectioning me over this.
Almost 2 years ago the dentist wanted to pull a wisdom tooth due to an abscess. I went into melt down and was referred to special care. I lived for the best part of 18 months with the spector of that hanging over me while I waited and waited on the list, dealing with reoccurances of the abscess making the tooth lose, which was freaking me out and had me barely hanging onto my sanity and ability to fucntion - that was over ONE tooth!!
To cut a long story short in the end they did it under GA. I was in no fit condition to consent. That was taken out of my hands. I have never been a self harmer before, but by that time I was rocking in a corner banging my head on the wall. I tried to run away.
When I woke up, apparently I was fighting everyone and had to be restrained by security - I don't remember that. And I'm NEVER normally a violent person. When I came to properly, a voice said they'd taken SIX. I ran straight for a main road with every intention to throwing myself under a lorry. Police were called. My husband took me home. I was still banging my head and ended up back in A & E. I refused to talk for a fortnight. I've now hacked off all my hair, which used to be very long and thick.
I'm supposedly under the care of MH services because of the dental/medical phobias but 2 years on I am still on a waiting list for psychology. Other than a referral to the Chaplain, I've had no support from them.
I don't feel human any more. I'm freaked out 24/7 by my mouth. I can't think about anything else...and as time goes on my mouth feels more and more freaky. I've covered all the mirrors so there's no danger of me seeing my mouth. I can't eat properly and nutrition drinks from the GP are almost all that's keeping me alive. I don't like talking (I'm a linguist, so that's huge for me). I used to be a confident person - every scrap of self-esteem has gone. I find myself repugnant. It's not vanity. It's just that any and all awareness of what's under the skin disgusts me. I don't want my husband anywhere near me romantically. I can never kiss or be intimate with him ever again. I've lost interest in everything and I'm struggling to get out of bed and function.
I have to keep going to the special care dentist because they are making plates. Everytime I walk in there, I go into melt down and start thumping myself or banging my head on the wall. I have surges of anger coming up from, I don't know where and nowhere to direct it but at myself. I HATE myself for being so weak as to let them touch me in the first place. I would NEVER have consent to this, but legally they are in the right. So, this is all my fault. I want to run and have no where to run to. I can't escape my own mouth. Half the time I do leg it half way through and let my husband talk to them. I MUST not hear any of their explanations. I'll have nightmares if I do.
I'm so wound up about these plates too. I can't NOT have them, but I'll never cope with them. I feel overwhelmed by the disgust everytime I think about it. I'm going try and get something that isn't tooth coloured or shaped, but even so, how can put that in and out of my mouth every day?...to have to put my fingers in my mouth and feel the gaps, I can't. And they'll be so slimy and spitty. I didn't even play the recorder at school, because they get so spitty and disgusting.
She wants to do some cleaning. I used to just about get through that. I don't want to let her touch me now.
I have screamed at the dentist that I wish I'd never come round from the GA. It would have been better if I had died in there. I mean it too.
I keep pleading with my husband to help me. There's nothing he can do. He's taken me to A & E. There MH assess and assess, but do nothing. Some of them are very patronising and dismissive, some do care but I don't think they know what to do, other than leave me waiting for psychology. Time isn't helping with this, every day feels worse.
Outside of my dental/medical phobias, which are pretty extreme, (among other incidents, I did have a dentist cock up big time as a kid and my natural fear and anger were not only dismissed by both the dentist and my parents, I was told how naughty I was to be frighten and make a fuss), I don't really have other MH problems - the odd situational depression - but who doesn't? That ends with the "situation". But, I'm scared they are going end up sectioning me over this.
Almost 2 years ago the dentist wanted to pull a wisdom tooth due to an abscess. I went into melt down and was referred to special care. I lived for the best part of 18 months with the spector of that hanging over me while I waited and waited on the list, dealing with reoccurances of the abscess making the tooth lose, which was freaking me out and had me barely hanging onto my sanity and ability to fucntion - that was over ONE tooth!!
To cut a long story short in the end they did it under GA. I was in no fit condition to consent. That was taken out of my hands. I have never been a self harmer before, but by that time I was rocking in a corner banging my head on the wall. I tried to run away.
When I woke up, apparently I was fighting everyone and had to be restrained by security - I don't remember that. And I'm NEVER normally a violent person. When I came to properly, a voice said they'd taken SIX. I ran straight for a main road with every intention to throwing myself under a lorry. Police were called. My husband took me home. I was still banging my head and ended up back in A & E. I refused to talk for a fortnight. I've now hacked off all my hair, which used to be very long and thick.
I'm supposedly under the care of MH services because of the dental/medical phobias but 2 years on I am still on a waiting list for psychology. Other than a referral to the Chaplain, I've had no support from them.
I don't feel human any more. I'm freaked out 24/7 by my mouth. I can't think about anything else...and as time goes on my mouth feels more and more freaky. I've covered all the mirrors so there's no danger of me seeing my mouth. I can't eat properly and nutrition drinks from the GP are almost all that's keeping me alive. I don't like talking (I'm a linguist, so that's huge for me). I used to be a confident person - every scrap of self-esteem has gone. I find myself repugnant. It's not vanity. It's just that any and all awareness of what's under the skin disgusts me. I don't want my husband anywhere near me romantically. I can never kiss or be intimate with him ever again. I've lost interest in everything and I'm struggling to get out of bed and function.
I have to keep going to the special care dentist because they are making plates. Everytime I walk in there, I go into melt down and start thumping myself or banging my head on the wall. I have surges of anger coming up from, I don't know where and nowhere to direct it but at myself. I HATE myself for being so weak as to let them touch me in the first place. I would NEVER have consent to this, but legally they are in the right. So, this is all my fault. I want to run and have no where to run to. I can't escape my own mouth. Half the time I do leg it half way through and let my husband talk to them. I MUST not hear any of their explanations. I'll have nightmares if I do.
I'm so wound up about these plates too. I can't NOT have them, but I'll never cope with them. I feel overwhelmed by the disgust everytime I think about it. I'm going try and get something that isn't tooth coloured or shaped, but even so, how can put that in and out of my mouth every day?...to have to put my fingers in my mouth and feel the gaps, I can't. And they'll be so slimy and spitty. I didn't even play the recorder at school, because they get so spitty and disgusting.
She wants to do some cleaning. I used to just about get through that. I don't want to let her touch me now.
I have screamed at the dentist that I wish I'd never come round from the GA. It would have been better if I had died in there. I mean it too.
I keep pleading with my husband to help me. There's nothing he can do. He's taken me to A & E. There MH assess and assess, but do nothing. Some of them are very patronising and dismissive, some do care but I don't think they know what to do, other than leave me waiting for psychology. Time isn't helping with this, every day feels worse.
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