TELL ME A TALE IN 120 WORDS – The Dentist


Today’s prompt is:  A vignette from your childhood


My mother looked in horror the day the dentist slapped me. I was about five years old and my first visit to the dentist. I wasn’t co-operative, squirming and moving all the while.

The result has been a lifelong fear of the dentist. It’s a place I avoid whenever I can.

In the days when I was a child, the dentist was not the place it is today. Pain was part of the game. One dentist, I went to had his drill set up so that when you looked up there was a train running along an imaginary track as the drill worked its torture on you. Needless to say watching the train was the furthest thing from my mind.

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13 Responses to TELL ME A TALE IN 120 WORDS – The Dentist

  1. Lyn says:

    You and I must have gone to the same dentist, Michael. My first experience included the above slap, as well as a clamp in my mouth to force it open. Oh, and the smell of alcohol…from the dentists mouth 😥

  2. floridaborne says:

    That was an excellent topic to share. Did it EVER dredge up memories!

    Sometimes I wonder if being a sadist was a prerequisite for being a dentist in those days. I was allergic to the old-fashioned novocaine (some preservative in it or something). I started turning blue and couldn’t breathe.

  3. Soul Gifts says:

    What horrors this brings back to mind! Thank God it has changed for our kids.

  4. Lorraine says:

    I had 5 teeth filled without any numbing — the stuff then made me dizzy. I remember nothing of that visit, thank god! I do remember when another dentist stopped drilling, I asked if he was finished. Rather than a slap, he yelled “Shut up.” And, he was supposed to be a children’s dentist.
    Great childhood story of torture and mayhem.

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