I recently had to accompany my older brother when he had to visit a one of the many professional and friendly dentists in Dublin, owing to the simple fact that he has an overwhelming anxiety come over him which makes a trip to the dentist chair seem like a swim with sharks. I explained to him that the fear was unfounded, that the dentist’s reputation he was seeing was impeccable or a buying a dental practice guide notice would quickly be found on his door, given the social clout of his wealthy clientele.

This did little to help, so before his next visit I sat down with him at a computer to pinpoint some of the key causes of dentist-induced anxiety. We
discovered it to be a complaint as common as the infection of the cosmeticdentistryguide.co.uk/articles/root-canal.html my brother was suffering from and eventually narrowed it down to a bad childhood experience which had lingered in the back of my brother’s mind. Not, you understand, of the actual experience of being in the dentist’s chair, but of the fear he had felt at the particularly rude and abrasive school dental nurse who had taken an instant dislike to my brother.

It is strange how first impressions of a single individual can darken our perception of an entire profession. My family’s dentist is a very caring and forthright person and thankfully my brother has now risen above the spectral influence of that one bad apple.