Go to the Dentist, End up in Therapy.

Mason Sabre
Sep 5, 2018 · 4 min read

Go to the Dentist, End up in Therapy.

So, I have a major dental phobia. By the time I am getting into the dentist chair, my heart is beating so wildly you’d think I was walking down a dark alley, with not just clowns, but monsters, primary school teachers, and Mr Red from the house a few doors from my childhood home (that guy was creepy)

Anyway, the only thing a dentist is allowed to do is use the mirror and look at my teeth. Any other work needed, they have to sedate me. My phobia was so severe, I actually asked my last dentist to just…

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