Some people are afraid of heights. Some people require sedation for MRI tests or flying on airplanes. Me? I am petrified of the dentist. I have a true phobia. It is illogical. I have a wonderful, kind, gentle dentist. It does not matter. I had a true sadist for a dentist as a child: Dr. David Pressner. I think he must have been a truly tortured soul because sometime when I was in college, he committed suicide. I want to believe he was not the sadist I have memories of but my sister attest to his brutality: procedures without anesthesia and kneeling on us, pinning us down to the chair to keep us still…and then offer us lollipops on the way out the door. I was in college before I knew the dentist could be painless. It didn’t matter…I was warped.
Because I had such an aweful experience as a child, I wanted to make the dentist a fun and enjoyable place for my kids. The boys go to a fun dentist that only sees children. I wish I could go to Greg Gorganelli, DMD for my cleanings and fillings. Who doesn’t like a bit of nitrous oxide? Fortunately, their father’s got good dentist memories. Maybe we will have broken the chain.
ItÂ is an honorable goal to divert your children away from the path so easily followed. I do not wish my boys to inherit or mimick my fears. I want them to decide on their own how they feel and what they want. IÂ wish to avoidÂ transferring my baggae to them. I hope they are stronger, braver, more optimistic, more humble and less stubborn. Learn from my mistakes and fears and be better, get higher, love stronger. Â