What was dental care like in your childhood ?

Terrible experience. Used to go to the local authority school dentist. My back baby teeth were late dropping out, so they were all removed, under gas. The adult teeth weren’t ready to come through but they were exposed to food detritus/ bacteria and couldn’t be cleaned with a toothbrush. Hence they all came through showing signs of decay and I have mouthful of fillings - but they are still hanging on.

I feel so sad reading these messages on here as it was only recently I found out about the drill and fill programme of dentistry. I am a child of the sixties and my Mum took such care to make sure our teeth were looked after. We brushed them twice a day and went to the dentist every six months. I remember having lots of fillings which I read now were probably unnecessary and four teeth extracted at the age of 7!!! Now I am so despondent with my crumbling teeth and root canal fillings. My Mum must have thought she was doing the best she could for me and now it seems that all her good intentions were for nothing. I am now saving to have a couple of implants put in where I should have normal healthy teeth ??

I first went to the dentist aged five and he refused to let mum stay with me. He did several fillings without pain relief. That was the start of my fear of dentists. Every single visit I had fillings. They must have been paid to fill teeth. He also extracted a tooth when I was 14. How could it have gone rotten in the six months since my last visit? I'm 68 now and my teeth are ruined. My grandchildren have no fillings so the system must have changed.

Hated the Dentist, still do. I can remember sitting up one night before a visit wiggling a tooth out only to hear him say I had left some root in, Always Gas I can still see that black mask and cannot eat Aero Chocolate as it reminds me of the smell.
He was - as Dentists go - a really nice one though.

I hated the dentist. Fillings with no pain relief and if the nerve was hit with the drill - say no more. I still hate the dentist and my current one, not that I have been for a few years, has a hygienist who seems to love to inflict pain. I told her she was a bully. I remember taking my son to a dentist when he was younger and this particular dentist wanted him to go into hospital to have back teeth taken out as they were growing at the wrong angle. I decided to let nature take its course and these teeth straightened out and were no problem. My son has not got adult teeth at the back of his gums so needs to look after the baby ones which are still in situ. These would have been taken away. She wanted him to wear a brace which he refused to do. Now he is older his teeth are ok and he looks after them but in hindsight a brace would have helped. As for me I have a case of overcrowding but will leave well alone for now. Gives me a shiver just thinking about it.

I meant to post on this thread and posted on the dishwasher thread instead. How do I get that removed?

I still have some of those awful silver fillings in my back teeth from the late 1950s. My dentist is most impressed that they are still intact. I told him it was an Australian dentist working for the nhs. They didn’t use anaesthesia though, painful memories.

I was a war baby, one of six children. I can't remember having a toothbrush but I can remember using salt to clean my teeth. I was evacuated aged four, can't remember cleaning my teeth there. I can remember the school dentist and the black mask. It put me off going to the dentist for years. I now have a lovely female dentist.

Yup
I had masses of fillings when I never had any tooth ache
They were unnecessary subsequent dentists have said
So obviously dentists were incentivised
Most have come out now been replaced or extracted and I have implants and crowns .

My first memory of dental treatment was having a tooth out and crying after the dentist smacked me on my leg, I was terrified and probably wriggled

Oh my. The memories this thread has evoked!! I remember arriving at primary school and the horror and sheer dread of seeing the dental van parked in the playground. The interminable wait to be called and then the dread of being given a letter to take home advising your parents that you needed treatment. This needed to be signed and returned to school and an appointment made. I used to plead with my mum not to make me go and, bless her heart, she normally refused on the grounds that I would see our own dentist. (Which I never did, hence I got a letter every time) But it backfired on me when I had to go to our local cottage hospital to have 6 teeth extracted, aged about 11. We had to go on the public bus service and walk about a mile. The dreaded gas mask. I can still smell the rubber of the mask. I can still see the nurses face as she leant over me to clamp it over my face. And that gas! Had to sit for a little while afterwards to make sure I was”alright”. Then with bloody gums and in dreadful pain I had to walk back into town to wait in the cold and wind for a bus home. We did call in at Woolworths on the way as mum needed some bits. Not a good idea as I was still full of anaesthetic and promptly vomited on the wooden floor. Mum was furious. Lol. Oh my Lord....

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.

Thirty years ago I was told by my excellent newly qualified dentist ( who I still go to) that he could tell I was a child of the 60s as all my teeth were filled. He was horrified with the practice of dentists paid to fill healthy teeth in the 1960s. I was always annoyed and jealous that my brother who was 5 years older than me refused to go to the dentist and had no fillings. When he was in his 20s he had to go a dentist for treatment and I delighted in telling him he would have to have lots of fillings! He came out with 2 fillings. My poor father was told by the same dentist in the 60s to have all his mostly healthy teeth removed and have false teeth. Good job things have changed.

They were very authoritarian and held no truck with children being scared. Our school dentist looked like a witch and we all dreaded seeing her.

I remember queueing up with other children around a big leather chair for a check up every few months I knew that whenever a new tooth erupted it would be filled on my next visit because (I know now) that's how dentists were paid. So like many others my teeth are 'heavily restored' now. Last year I had two implants put in and they are great.
My husband has only a couple of fillings and he puts it down to the fact that his dentist was always drunk and consequently didn't do much dental work.

Until I read this thread I thought I must have been the only nine year old child to have gone alone to have a general anaesthetic. I still remember being let out onto the street, still dazed, spitting blood and walking home. It's horrifying to think what could have happened and why was it considered alright by the health service and our parents.

Our dentist was lovely. I continued to see him when I was sporadically in the UK until I was 20 and had a baby. I have had a range of other dentists since, but the one that sticks in my mind the most was an NHS dentist in Newmarket. He worked SO fast. I think he made his money by the sheer numbers he treated in a day. Was both good and bad. He was an OK dentist but was a bit brutal because the speed at which he worked meant he was rough. BUT at least I was in and out of the chair quickly, which is great when you're morbidly terrified of dental treatment.

Brutal! I stîll have problems going to the dentist but I know it's necessary, poor oral hygiene can result in all manner of problems and the dentist does more than check the teeth! Just have to be brave!

As children, we were supervised by my dad while brushing our teeth twice a day. We got very little pocket money to spend on sweets. Regardless of my dad's zeal, there was always a filling or two needed when we visited the dentist every six months. When he ran out of teeth to fill, he drilled out the 'leaking' fillings and replaced them. His saving grace was that he only ever filled molars and premolars, and he didn't pull any out. An extracted tooth can never be refilled, of course. My sister still has an enduring fear of dental work.

I believe dentistry was entirely covered by the NHS for children in Scotland when I was growing up.

I remember being seen by our dentist, if my mother went to have her teeth seen to. She took us with her and the dentist checked our teeth too.

Both the dentists I remember from my childhood used dental anaesthetic.

I do remember that we were only taught to brush our teeth in the morning, something that horrified a tempory nursemaid we had while my mother was ill.

Another victim of a drill and fill merchant here. I went to boarding school aged fourteen and never saw him again; coincidentally (or not...) I have had no further new decay needing filling for the subsequent 50 years, though I have needed replacement and a root canal for most of the metalwork he left in my mouth.

Bastard.

I can remember being held down unable to breath because of the force l was held with at 6 years old and a gas mask put over my face. It was brutal and terrifying. They were barbaric in the 50’s and 60’s.
If dentist behaved like that these days they would be arrested !

Horrendous. Our dentist was “a friend of the family” but was utterly dreadful. I remember him drilling through my jaw bone to remove a wisdom tooth ... I was in bed and on high strength painkillers for a week and didn’t go back to a dentist until I was pregnant about 15 years later.
Plus those were the days when dentists could anaesthetise patients themselves. I feel lucky to have survived - my best friend’s sister in law didn’t.

Hated dentist and agree with others that dentists were paid for extractions and fillings. Many years later watched the Marathon Man film a few days before going to a new dentist. He had a piece of equipment made by Marathon - never went back again!
Found a lovely dentist when my children were born. They used to love going to see him and never had any fear. Son aged 43 still does not have a filling!

Terrible. I remember waiting hours to see him, or maybe it seemed like it. He'd been a naval dentist and smoked incessantly. He'd do a bit of drilling, go and have a few puffs, leave cig in the ashtray, come back and do more drilling, then more puffs, etc. He'd be struck off now! I have lousy teeth, half of them gone and crowns and a partial denture. Still at least they can't kill me!