Well, I know exactly why I am phobic. When I was five, my mother brought me with her to the dentist when she had all her teeth pulled. She had pyorhea (sorry for spelling) and they all had to come out. She was not even 40 years old. And why on earth she took a 5 year old kid with her is beyond me.

I will never ever forget her coming out of the dentist's office and we were all in the waiting room and they had cauterized her gums. She took her arm and she started banging on the walls of the waiting room. She banged like that for a long long time. I was sitting on a brown bench looking up at her banging on the walls, she was in so much pain.

I will always be the little girl sitting on that brown bench and that was 55 years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. When I told my phobia dentist he said "oh my god, you poor thing"."You have post traumatic stress disorder". At leas he understood. Many dentist shame you and don't have compassion.

But if you try hard, you can find a "good guy" like I did.

regards,
Melody