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BarbaraM
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My fear started when I was in junior school and I had to go see the school dentist to have a tooth out.
He was called Mr. Miller and all the kids at school called him 'Miller the Killer', geeeeeeze enough to scare you to start with lol.
Sat in the chair and before my back touched the seat he had the heal of his hand on my forehead pushing me backwards and in the other hand was the hateful mask which gave you the gas. He was a hateful man and shouted at me to stop crying as he did all this.
Hence, my lifelong fear of dentists, some might say childish but I was a child when this was done to me.
He was called Mr. Miller and all the kids at school called him 'Miller the Killer', geeeeeeze enough to scare you to start with lol.
Sat in the chair and before my back touched the seat he had the heal of his hand on my forehead pushing me backwards and in the other hand was the hateful mask which gave you the gas. He was a hateful man and shouted at me to stop crying as he did all this.
Hence, my lifelong fear of dentists, some might say childish but I was a child when this was done to me.