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Jjmac
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Here is my traumatic story.... Hold on to seats!
I was was born and grew up in a very small town in eastern KY in the Appalachian mountains where dentistry was archaic, the water supply was all from wells which did not contain fluoride. Oh yea, my town only had one dentist, (better yet... Yup he was a cousin).
My first real memory was when I was 5 yrs. old. I had a cavity on two lower molars, one on each side.
(Side note: about 4 months prior I had undergone "allergy testing" which consisted of 5+ needles in each thigh, arm, butt cheeck, and multiple "scratches" on my back and tummy. Yea I was needled out) I get up in the dental chair and he waves this very long silver mechanical scary looking needle in front of my face, shoots out some of the liquid that landed on my face, grabs ahold of my cheeck pinching it so hard I had a bruise for weeks after that and while pinching shakes my face says this will only hurt for a minute and jabs the needle into my jaw. Needless to say when he went to numb the other side I freaked out!! Rightfully so!!! In order for him to finish the procedure he pulled out these large leather belt things and strapped me down to the chair... One around my ankles, another just above my knees, another around my waist and then strapped each arm to the arms of the chair. Oh wait, I forgot to mention the large metal contraption shoved into my mouth and cranked open. Then following the same pinch & shake numbed the other side. Then came the obnoxiously loud drills and the sickening burning smell. Now I was a tiny little girl so I'm assuming that he didn't use very much of the numbing medication, because before he was done I was feeling more than just pressure in my mouth, it was a stabbing type sensation, and if that wasn't enough he hammered these lovely silver caps onto each tooth.
There re is much more to my story but I'm experiencing an anxiety attack just telling this part, I apologize but I will have to finish after I pull myself back together.
I was was born and grew up in a very small town in eastern KY in the Appalachian mountains where dentistry was archaic, the water supply was all from wells which did not contain fluoride. Oh yea, my town only had one dentist, (better yet... Yup he was a cousin).
My first real memory was when I was 5 yrs. old. I had a cavity on two lower molars, one on each side.
(Side note: about 4 months prior I had undergone "allergy testing" which consisted of 5+ needles in each thigh, arm, butt cheeck, and multiple "scratches" on my back and tummy. Yea I was needled out) I get up in the dental chair and he waves this very long silver mechanical scary looking needle in front of my face, shoots out some of the liquid that landed on my face, grabs ahold of my cheeck pinching it so hard I had a bruise for weeks after that and while pinching shakes my face says this will only hurt for a minute and jabs the needle into my jaw. Needless to say when he went to numb the other side I freaked out!! Rightfully so!!! In order for him to finish the procedure he pulled out these large leather belt things and strapped me down to the chair... One around my ankles, another just above my knees, another around my waist and then strapped each arm to the arms of the chair. Oh wait, I forgot to mention the large metal contraption shoved into my mouth and cranked open. Then following the same pinch & shake numbed the other side. Then came the obnoxiously loud drills and the sickening burning smell. Now I was a tiny little girl so I'm assuming that he didn't use very much of the numbing medication, because before he was done I was feeling more than just pressure in my mouth, it was a stabbing type sensation, and if that wasn't enough he hammered these lovely silver caps onto each tooth.
There re is much more to my story but I'm experiencing an anxiety attack just telling this part, I apologize but I will have to finish after I pull myself back together.