Forgive me readers, for I have sinned.
It has been five years since my last visit to the dentist. Miss 21 took this pic last time.
And the only reason I actually went to the dentist this month, was because I broke a tooth.
There I was, stuffing my face on french fries (at least I’d made them in the air fryer!) when I felt something hard in my mouth. Turns out, it was half of my back molar 🙁 . It didn’t hurt (apart from when my tongue kept finding the rough surface and playing with it, no matter how hard I tried to stop it!), but I was worried enough to actually book a dentist’s appointment.
I really really hate going to the dentist. I do apologise in advance to the many lovely caring dentists out there: it’s not you, it’s me.
But just the thought of a trip to the dentist has me hyperventilating and clenching my jaw in fear (which doesn’t exactly help when you’re trying to “open wide”!).
Dentists in the Bad Old Days
I’m certainly not alone when it comes to being scared of the dentist, with one in 7 Australian adults said to feel exactly the same.
I was also intrigued to note that those aged 40–64 years old at the time of the report (2005), had the highest prevalence of dental anxiety.
As with most irrational fears and phobias, being scared of the dentist stems from childhood. Back when people of that demographic (now 53 – 77 year olds, according to my calculations) were young, we hated the dentist for good reason (I’m counting myself in that cohort even though I’m a bit younger).
I’m pretty sure dental treatment was a lot more aggressive in the seventies. I seem to remember being told that most of my fillings weren’t actually because I had cavities, but rather because I had a lot of pits and fissures in the enamel which made them more susceptible to decay.
And, it was partly my own fault. As a ten year old I rarely brushed my teeth, as you can tell from my furry yellow smile in the photo below.
It was no wonder really that I found myself at the dentist every other week.
Why am I so Scared of the Dentist?
It was a horrible routine. I’d have a checkup, only to discover I needed up to a dozen fillings, maybe a tooth extraction to create more room, a fluoride treatment, etc. By the time all the work was done, at fortnightly intervals, six months had passed and it was time for my next checkup – and so the whole cycle would begin again.
There were so many things that I hated about it! I loathed:
- The feeling of not being in control, and at the dentist’s mercy.
- How much it hurt – it wasn’t just the needles, it was the pushing and pulling, poking and prodding.
- The noise of the drill and other instruments of torture.
- The fact that I always had to swallow or even gag at the most awkward times.
- Not being able to talk.
- Being told off for not taking better care of my teeth.
- The fluoride treatments. Not only did it taste revolting, the trays were made of hard plastic which cut into my gums. Plus I’m sure back in those days, I had to sit with the trays in for at least half an hour (of agony).
- Not being able to manage a ladylike spit into the sink, especially with a numb mouth.
- The numbed feeling afterwards.
I’m also pretty sure our family dentist was a certified, card-carrying sadist. Many years later I had a work colleague who had gone to the same dentist, and apparently he was notorious for creating a whole generation of dental phobics.
Thankfully, dental treatment has come a long way in the last forty years. There’s even a TV screen on the ceiling that you can watch during your procedure … though I had to smile (inwardly), as it was tuned to a show on reptiles when I my broken tooth was fixed. Imagine: being confronted with two of your biggest phobias at once: the dentist, and snakes!
Other than that it was merely unpleasant, and certainly not the torture I remember, although I found it very hard to relax. The worst part was having enormous gadgets in my mouth to have an x-ray done. Gag city. Oh and damage inflicted on our bank account – two visits set me back about five hundred dollars.
Even the much-loathed fluoride treatment took all of about a minute, and the trays were much softer – and I’m loving the feeling of my newly cleaned and polished teeth!
The good news is that apart from my broken tooth (which was put down to “just wear and tear”), my teeth and gums are in great shape. I am religious about brushing and flossing these days, so I guess you could say there’s an upside to being so scared of the dentist. Prevention is better than cure!
However when my dentist waved me off with a smile, saying, “See you in 6 months for a checkup!” – I think we both knew there’s fat chance of that actually happening 😉 .
When was the last time you went to the dentist?!