Jennifer Anderson-Henry
Nov 6 · 1 min read

This happened to me too! I wasn’t being fitted for a retainer, but I was 5 or 6 years old, and it was my first trip to the dentist (parents were a little more lax about that stuff in the 1970s haha). I remember this grumpy old man in a white coat telling me to stop crying — I was nervous! — and when I didn’t, he smacked me hard.

I told my parents about it later, and they never made me go back to that dentist. Even so, I’ve thought many times about the fact that I probably missed out on a windfall from the lawsuit that never was…

And to this day, I abhor visiting the dentist.

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