When the Bones Are Being Scraped - ND Dentist Feeling

When the Bones Are Being Scraped - ND Dentist Feeling

When it feels like my bones are being scraped,

when my skull is being rocked,

when my teeth are being jolted —

the dentist is not “just the dentist.”

It’s an end‑sensory event.

I’ve never liked it.

Not since childhood.

Not since the mask,

the gas that didn’t work,

the sickness,

the headache,

the fear that stayed.

I didn’t go back for years.

Then a kind dentist appeared —

a man who understood fear,

who treated me gently,

who coated my teeth,

who made me feel safe.

As an adult I found another one —

my dentist for life.

I love them.

I hate the chair.

I hate the reaction.

I hate the fight‑or‑flight that takes over.

But I go.

Prevention is better than cure.

My ND brain knows that.

And then menopause arrives.

Nobody warns you

that your pain threshold changes,

your reactions change,

your whole mouth changes.

Low oestrogen affects teeth,

gums,

healing,

sensitivity,

everything.

So now the dentist is different again.

Not because of fear,

but because my body has changed.

My mouth is part of menopause too.

It always was.

Nobody told us.