Now, i know i’m known at times for being a bit of a drama queen, so i think this deserves to be said. 18 months or so ago, you might rememeber that Maddy had a run in with a dentist who i specifically called out beofre the appointment and explained that she had difficulties coping with the unexpected, that dentists, new people and being touched frightened her at times and that he must follow my lead during the treatment. She was only 4 at the time, a pretty different child to the one she is now and she was petrified by him. She stood with her back to the wall while the others were checked, tears running down her face and shaking her head from side to side silently.
And i may have rewritten it for dramatic effect, but here is the original post.
Eventually i persuaded her on to my lap and said very clearly words to the effect of “he will NOT touch you, he is just going to look.” She opened her mouth, he grabbed each cheek and stuck his hands between her teeth, pushing them apart and utterly panicked her.
Well, it was this dentist she saw.