Seems like I am not the only one left with a lifelong fear of the dentist. I do go regularly but I quail inwardly at the prospect.
I was only little but I can still remember the tartan plastic seats and imitation coals of the waiting room, and the horrible dentist himself. He drilled and filled without local anaesthetic and without kindness. My mum said that, when I was so small that I had to sit on her knee, I kicked him and he fell on top of us. Good. I hope I hurt him.
My sister didn't want to change, even though he treated her teeth brutally, including filing them down to try to correct her bite. We had to travel on 2 buses to see him, which meant an afternoon off school, so she thought it was worth it.
When my mum decided that enough was enough and took us to a nice dentist, the fact that he numbed the tooth before drilling was a revelation.
When I was 15, I was a dental nurse for a fortnight. (Why? I had a fear of dentists.) My boss was in the horrible dentist category. We had a little girl who was too terrified to be treated. He ordered me and the other nurse to hold her down whilst he forced her mouth open with rubber gags. She was so frightened that she wet herself. That was one of the reasons why I told my parents I couldn't carry on and I wanted to work in an office!
I still feel guilty that I did what I was told, instead of telling him where to stick his gags.