I’m sure we all have that friend who enjoys going to the dentist. I know I have one that loves going to Babiner Dental because they love everything from the smell to the mint mouthwash. Not me. Like most Americans, I have always been afraid of the dentist. It is not a vague fear of the entire “experience” of the dentist. I take great care of my teeth, and have never had a cavity. I have had baby teeth pulled. I have had my wisdom teeth taken out (by Dr. Wank, who gave me a shirt that says, “I Got Yanked by Wank.”) I went through all of the orthodontics and have had braces, spacers, retainers, and even that ridiculous night brace. While these experiences were not necessarily pleasant, I still went through them relatively unfazed. My dentist, orthodontist and even Dr. Wank were extremely friendly fellows. I know that some people have no problem whenever they go to the dentist, and I’ve even been told that there are some great dentists out there, like this Main Street Dental in Gresham, but I still don’t like going.
You might be confused as to why I have a fear, or even if it is real. I assure you, it is very real. And it has a name.