A couple weeks ago, I went to the dentist for the first time in over 10 years. I was so scared that I shook on my way to the dentist’s office. It turned out to be a very pleasant interaction. I left feeling excited and hopeful for the first time in a long time. I even bought a new tooth brush.
Well, I did not start brushing right away. That felt like too much at first. All I and my alters wanted was to relax and cope with the backlash and triggers of going to a dentist before anything else. But Monday brought a surprise, and the brushing began again. This time with a new toothbrush head (we all really love the type with disposable toothbrush heads instead of having to buy a new toothbrush every few months) and the recommended toothpaste.
The dentist suggested starting with 1x a day brushing and see how that works. She also said be very gentle and brush downwards over the surfaces to remove plaque; nothing else for now.
Today is the 7th day in a row that we have brushed our teeth 1x a day without serious side effects or an increase in symptoms.
I still can’t look at my teeth. Neither can the alters. Nor can any of us watch the brushing take place. We set everything up and then brush with eyes closed. Not until the toothbrush is out of our mouth and we are ready to spit/rinse do our eyes open. And only because no one wants to miss the sink and clean up the mess.
This accomplishment has led to many other small steps being completed since the last post. And has helped counterbalance the negative experience from last Wednesday.
What small steps can you celebrate?
Thanks for reading!