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Briar Rose
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- Joined
- Aug 28, 2020
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- Calgary
My fear started when I was about 4 years old. My brother was two years older and would scare me about how bad loosing baby teeth were, so obviously, I was terrified when mine started to get loose. Each one was a nightmare. I don’t even remember if it hurt, I was just terrified when my parents would pull them out. My top tooth had started to wiggle and my parents knew. I was watching TV when my dad sat down and said he just wanted to check on it. I had no idea he intended to pull it out. But instead of pulling out the one tooth, he yanked out both, the other one hadn’t even been loose yet. My brother thought it was hilarious and my dad tried to laugh it off but I decided then and there that I wouldn’t open my mouth for anyone. My brother still makes jokes about it and I just scream inside.
I never opened my mouth for my parents again so they decided they had to take me to the dentist instead. The one thing I hated the most about the dental appointments was that my parents would never tell me when they were, they’d just pick me up from school with no warning.
The dentist they took me to said he just wanted to look at my teeth but I screamed and cried until we left. On one of the visits, he promised not to do anything and would just look, so I opened and he stuck this black rubbery thing in my mouth so I couldn’t close it. I think I kicked him. I don’t remember how many times this happened but I was taken to a different dentist, I didn’t notice it when I sat down but he had this straight jacket looking thing on the chair, and as soon as I sat down, he strapped me into it so I couldn’t move. I screamed until we left.
When we got home that night, my dad yelled and screamed at me and grounded me until I cooperated and had the dental work done. My parents got into a fight over me that night, but I gave up.
My mom started taking me to my appointments. At the next one, the dentist said he would give me “laughing gas” to relax me. It didn’t do anything to help and I’ve always doubted that he actually gave me any laughing gas at all. I thought I would stop breathing and die in that chair, and I didn’t care.
That’s how it went throughout my childhood. I swore to myself that when I was an adult. I would never see a dentist again and I didn’t. I was hoping I would die before I needed one. I hated my teeth for being the reason for my fear and I didn’t treat them well.
I’m in my 30’s now, my teeth are pretty straight and I never needed braces but I’m sure they are in horrible condition. My two front teeth have chips on them, I have cavities, one of my wisdom teeth just broke and I have chronic bad breathe no matter how much I brush. I think my gum lime is receding as well. Whenever I have a toothache, I just gargle with salt water until it goes away.
I get horrible anxiety if I even look at a dental clinic too long. I don’t know what to do anymore. Even if I didn’t have this fear, I don’t even know how I could afford all the work I probably need done.
I have a great relationship with my parents, they were young and didn’t understand the extent of my fear, they still don’t. I’ve never spoken about this to anybody. Someone please help me.
I never opened my mouth for my parents again so they decided they had to take me to the dentist instead. The one thing I hated the most about the dental appointments was that my parents would never tell me when they were, they’d just pick me up from school with no warning.
The dentist they took me to said he just wanted to look at my teeth but I screamed and cried until we left. On one of the visits, he promised not to do anything and would just look, so I opened and he stuck this black rubbery thing in my mouth so I couldn’t close it. I think I kicked him. I don’t remember how many times this happened but I was taken to a different dentist, I didn’t notice it when I sat down but he had this straight jacket looking thing on the chair, and as soon as I sat down, he strapped me into it so I couldn’t move. I screamed until we left.
When we got home that night, my dad yelled and screamed at me and grounded me until I cooperated and had the dental work done. My parents got into a fight over me that night, but I gave up.
My mom started taking me to my appointments. At the next one, the dentist said he would give me “laughing gas” to relax me. It didn’t do anything to help and I’ve always doubted that he actually gave me any laughing gas at all. I thought I would stop breathing and die in that chair, and I didn’t care.
That’s how it went throughout my childhood. I swore to myself that when I was an adult. I would never see a dentist again and I didn’t. I was hoping I would die before I needed one. I hated my teeth for being the reason for my fear and I didn’t treat them well.
I’m in my 30’s now, my teeth are pretty straight and I never needed braces but I’m sure they are in horrible condition. My two front teeth have chips on them, I have cavities, one of my wisdom teeth just broke and I have chronic bad breathe no matter how much I brush. I think my gum lime is receding as well. Whenever I have a toothache, I just gargle with salt water until it goes away.
I get horrible anxiety if I even look at a dental clinic too long. I don’t know what to do anymore. Even if I didn’t have this fear, I don’t even know how I could afford all the work I probably need done.
I have a great relationship with my parents, they were young and didn’t understand the extent of my fear, they still don’t. I’ve never spoken about this to anybody. Someone please help me.