Like everyone else, I'm scared of dental visits. Okay, maybe I'm a tish more scared than most, 'cause I'm the only one I know who's ever puked from anxiety during a dental visit. Not before the visit, mind you, but right there in the chair. I'd rather visit a proctologist; at least there they're not probing my orifice with needle-sharp implements
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It's the combination of helplessness, pain and a sense of violation that trigger the fear. And I know it's irrational; the dentist is there to help me, blah-blah-blah. But when I sit in that chair, I get a huge fight-or-flight response. Like if I don't get the hell out of the chair right fucking now, I'm going to die. I shake, I hyperventilate, I break fingernails gripping the armrests.
It's just so nice to find people who'll let me take a little break, sit up, and walk around for a bit to compose myself before going on without making me feel like an idiot.
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(You can call me a sicko, I don't care)
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