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01/31/2005: "Realizations and Religion"

The past few days in a forum I frequent, there have been several debates on bashing religion. Actually, all of the threads starts out as people asking for others not to bash religion. Simple enough, right? Well, it has turned nasty is two different threads. Its usually the same people causing the trouble. None of them read this site (except Logan, and no, your not the trouble maker)...here are my views.

You can worship [insert deity] all you wish. As long as your belief does not harm me, anyone else, or you try to push your belief on me, you are free to keep it.

Dont blame a whole group for one small radical portions actions. If radical catholics blow up an abortion clinic, everyone baptised catholic is not to blame.

If you want yell at someone with reason, do it privatly. If not, dont do it at all.

I do not accept rudeness from anyone.

I do not fit into mainstream religious denominations, but I call myself a Christain. Got a problem with me? Fine, tell me about it privatly and ill brush it off. Got a problem with my religion as a whole? Keep it to yourself because everything about that religion may not apply to me.

Private messages are just that, private. Keep them that way.

Now for my day. I have come to the serious conclusion...I have a phobia of dentists...

For the past 3 years, I have been scared to death of dentists. Everytime I go, I would come home with something that needed to be fixed and it usually involved needles. I would cry everytime I went. I cried today because I have 3 small cavities. I was told when I was little (8) that I had horrible teeth and I shouldnt drink soda and all of this crap...and I got a cavity. However, when I was 8, I was not allowed soda, orange juice, lemonaid, or anything with specific types of acid in it. So that was not the problem. I had the tooth fixed, and the dentist gave me laughing gas. I remember it smelled like bubble gum, and I remember feeling like I was floating. Then I told the dentist I didnt feel good. He kept working and I ended up throwing up with a drill in my mouth.

Braces wasnt a problem...except my jaw. Which had to be repositioned. Not pleasent...but I didnt feel a thing. Then after the braces came off...the cavities started. Ive had 8 since I was 13. That is including the 3 I have now. The dentist tried to help me with fear...it never did.

And today was no exception.




I went to a pediatric dentist today. Im almost 18. I walked into the office...very nervously as usual, go into the room with all the chairs and guess what...right in front of my chair is a clown staring at me. (Ok, side story, I was scared by my mothers ex-husband dressed as a clown as a young child, I do not like them at all.) So they examine...and I get the 'oh what beautiful teeth you have' and I mutter 'not without suffering...'. I get a cleaning, the hygenist starts picking at my gums because of calcium deposits Ive had since braces. It hurts, I bleed, I mad. Doctor comes in and suggests bleaching for the deposites, I say 'oh, intresting' and then he looks in...oh you have 3 cavities. WHAT?!

I become mute. I tell them im never coming back to the dentist. I leave. I go into the car. I cry. I say I am not going to the dentist after I turn 18.

My name is Fellow Eskimo, and I am afraid of Dentists.