posted on Mar, 28 2010 @ 07:52 AM
In my family, on both sides, almost everyone has bad teeth since young age. Even the ones who do clean their teeth twice a day, go to the dentist
every 6 months, some still lost all their teeth before the age of 40. Others have lots of work done over the years.
On top of my bad 'tooth DNA', my parents never took me to a dentist as a kid. So when things got bad I had to get work done on all my teeth between
the age of 11 and 14. Lots of build-up work, bracers, etc...
In my teen years I developed a huge fear for the dentist to the point that when I had to get something done, they had to put me to sleep in the
hospital. Needless to say that I only went to a dentist when I was in pain.
At 25 my wisdom teeth had to come out, all 4 of them. I had it done in a hospital again. Afterwards I felt as if I came back from a trip to a butcher
instead of a dental surgean.
My gums where stitched to my cheek for a week and months later it turned out a pointy piece of bone was left in, that kept infecting my gums.
That only made my dentist fear worse and I swore I never let someone touch my teeth ever again.
So about 3 years ago I noticed that small pieces started to break off the teeth that had work done on them. First one, a few months later another
one... lucky me, none of these teeth had nerves in them anymore so it didn't hurt and I didn't do anything about it. But I knew it would only get
worse and that I had to do something.
I started discussing this with my husband and told him that I wanted to make an appointment for a total dental reconstruction in a hospital in
Holland. They replace the teeth and even fill up the gums to create a perfect look in 2 or 3 surgeries. It would be expensive, but the hospital made
payment plans so I could pay for it over 3 years. For me this was (is) the perfect (and only) solution... but my husband said that I was nuts and that
I needed to go to a normal dentist... like everyone else. He doesn't understand that my fear stops me from going.
I WANT to go, but I CAN'T bring myself to it.
I've been trying to convince him to let me go there, since they have long waiting list. I was hoping to convince him before things got worse...
This morning, disaster happened ...
When I was eating a sandwich I suddenly heard a loud crack... and there went my upper front teeth, they just broke off. My teeth are getting so weak
that they are starting to break off one after another, it's our family curse... anyway, I just cried for two hours.
I can't work like this, I can't show myself in public without front teeth!!!! And my husband made a call to his dentist and he is expecting me next
thursday (which is fast, normally you have to wait a couple of weeks over here)
I'm having one panic reaction after the other...dentist-phobia.
Seriously, I know this all sound like a very childish reaction to the dentist and I feel like a total coward. But right now I rather stay indoors for
the rest of my life then to go to that dentist on thursday.
Anyone else has this problem and know how to deal with it?
Hubby says he is going to close the shop and drag me there himself if he has to.... so maybe I'll just run off... hide for a few weeks... hope for a
miracle... or go to my doc and ask for a load of anti-anxiety drugs...