I'm so glad to find out that so many other blog friends get scared very easily also. It sure makes me feel better and a little less ridiculous!
I have decided I should share another fear of mine. Possibly you will relate?
But maybe this isn't so much a fear, as it is a phobia.
I have Dentophobia. - A fear of dentists.
Growing up my mom would make our dentist appointments every 6 months and I would go every 6 months, get my teeth cleaned and a receive a new toothbrush. This lasted until I went to college.
In college I had full control over my teeth - and my hatred for the dentist office won over the thought of having clean teeth.
No longer was a flimsy new plastic toothbrush worth the pain and suffering of getting my teeth cleaned.
Everything about the dentist office creeps me out:
The drilling noises
All of the creepy looking tools
The spit rag you have to wear
The ENDLESS questions they pound at you: How often do you floss? What kind of tooth brush do you use? Do your gums ever bleed?
And don’t even get me started on the fact that you are put in a motorized chair, a man (or woman) comes in forces you to lay down against your will, and then begins to pick around in your mouth with sharp objects, all the while trying to MAKE CONVERSATION.
Then where do you look? If you look at him its weird because you can only see straight into his eyes, then if you just close your eyes you feel rude.
Its an awkward situation I just like to avoid.
Last year before I got engaged I realized that it had been YEARS since I had gone to the dentist. I figured it was time to get over my dentophobia and get these ole teeth checked out.
Plus everybody seemed to be disgusted when I told them how long it had been since I went to the dentist. Apparently personal hygiene is an important thing around these parts.
So I made the dreaded trip to the dentist office
I’m not even going to tell you how many cavities I had. Not because I would be embarrassed, but because my mom would be embarrassed and would say ‘that it looks like she didn’t raise me right.
She did raise me right. I just can’t help the phobia’s I developed in life.
So after I went to the dentist like 20 times to get all of my cavities filled I vowed to never go back.
Which doesn’t make sense, but its how I work.
Then the dentist's office started stalking me and calling me all the time telling me it was time for my check up. They even left a message telling me to call back they had a question about my account. My account is paid in full, I know it was just a trick to get me to make an appointment.
I wasn't falling for it. My dentist days were over.
Until recently when not one of my teeth but two of them started hurting, baaaaad, and I knew I better make an appointment.
So next week I will venture out to the dentist once again, be forced to sit in a motorized chair wear a spit rag, and asked questions like "Why dont you use an electric toothbrush"?
How am I supposed to explain that: 'I did use an electric toothbrush, until it was time to get a replacement head and I went to buy it and the replacment head was $25 and a regular toothbrush was $3 and I would rather buy a new shirt from Target than a replacement head for my electric toothbrush so I opted for a cheaper toothbrush but cuter shirt' all while my mouth is wide open? I have no idea.
Do you have a fear or phobia of a something as silly as the dentist? Prehaps the eye charts at the eye Dr. freak you out?
I was on good terms with my eye dr. until he told me to stop drinking Diet Coke and I told him to just stick to the eyes Doc and lay off of my precious DC.