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It’s been 13 years since I have been to the dentist.
While I finally have insurance now, I fear going.
How does someone explain to a doctor their reason for not going to the dentist for 13 years or never having had a pap smear?
I prefer nobody to know my history.
Even more, I prefer nobody to examine my body and further dissect what isn’t “normal.”
I avoid eye contact because I wish to not be the audience of someone’s examination of my body, mind, and voice.
I often remain silent so to feel safe from further examination. You see, someone used to love to look at me sideways, up and down, and bottom-up. I didn’t go a day without his eyes finding something on my body to focus on.
Today, you might notice that I turn my left foot inward at a 180-degree angle, curl my shoulders in, and divert my eyes in an attempt to feel comfortable. If I notice you looking at me closely, I will continue to turn my foot until it’s close to snapping.
I wish I could go to the dentist.
I know I need to see a medical doctor.
I can’t seem to make the appointment though.
I would rather risk my life than sit and be judged for not having health insurance all these years or be forced to face where I am at today.
Maybe I’ll make an appointment tomorrow.
I think I’ll wait a few months.
Maybe next year.
Yes, next year, I will go. I’ll just lie and say I saw a dentist last year. Nobody will know except those of you who read this.
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