Indeshadows

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Posted Wed Jan 21, 2009 5:07 am...
My Fear, my shame.
I get upset over people allowing fear to rule over their lives. Like someone who says they are afraid of dogs, or afraid of cats and run for the hills. If you come to know something, face that which you are afraid of and no longer allow it to rule you makes you a stronger person. I think you get my meaning.
Over that last few years I've come to face many of my fears, and thought that there is not one thing I am afraid of. Death, no for I know there is something beyond that. Meeting new people and weather they'll like me or not, nope I am who I am and they can take it or leave it. Someone getting hurt, no I worry at times but no not that, people get better. Troubles, no things will works out someway.
Yet just when I think I have faced all my fears, I look in the mirror and smile. Damn!! I found my worst fear yet. The dentist and the judgment I face there. Yes My fear is going to the dentist, I know the condition of my teeth. They are bad, very bad. When I was young I was brought to a dentist and every single time I had to have something worked on. I was told I needed to brush more. How could that be!? I'd brush more then most people ever did, six to seven times a day if not more. Flossed every time I brushed. An yet I'd still end up having to hear " you need to brush more". And no matter what it always hurt like hell getting those fixes.
When I had my kids, things were tight, I could afford for them to have dental care, but not for myself. I could get Medicaid for them but not me. Then when we had insurance I could only afford for the kids. We barely made enough to cover them and to much to get any assistance. So I put myself to the end of the line and there I have stayed. Now I've had to visit the dentist a few time over the years, only out of desperation and those visits did nothing but reinforce my fear.
Now things are different, kids are older, things are better money wise. So why am I not dealing with myself. It's simple. I am afraid!! As I set here and write this and thoughts a dental work run through my head I am in a cold sweat, and shaking like a leaf. I know what will be said, and I know the look on the dentists face when they have a look at my teeth. An the money it'll take to fix them. Hell I worried about money back then, the amount it will take now is even greater. And I am ashamed to let anyone see, I hide my smile and laughter behind my hands.
I cry at the thought of them, I cry at the thought of the money I don't have to fix them. I cry at my fear and shame. I am ashamed.
I get upset over people allowing fear to rule over their lives. Like someone who says they are afraid of dogs, or afraid of cats and run for the hills. If you come to know something, face that which you are afraid of and no longer allow it to rule you makes you a stronger person. I think you get my meaning.
Over that last few years I've come to face many of my fears, and thought that there is not one thing I am afraid of. Death, no for I know there is something beyond that. Meeting new people and weather they'll like me or not, nope I am who I am and they can take it or leave it. Someone getting hurt, no I worry at times but no not that, people get better. Troubles, no things will works out someway.
Yet just when I think I have faced all my fears, I look in the mirror and smile. Damn!! I found my worst fear yet. The dentist and the judgment I face there. Yes My fear is going to the dentist, I know the condition of my teeth. They are bad, very bad. When I was young I was brought to a dentist and every single time I had to have something worked on. I was told I needed to brush more. How could that be!? I'd brush more then most people ever did, six to seven times a day if not more. Flossed every time I brushed. An yet I'd still end up having to hear " you need to brush more". And no matter what it always hurt like hell getting those fixes.
When I had my kids, things were tight, I could afford for them to have dental care, but not for myself. I could get Medicaid for them but not me. Then when we had insurance I could only afford for the kids. We barely made enough to cover them and to much to get any assistance. So I put myself to the end of the line and there I have stayed. Now I've had to visit the dentist a few time over the years, only out of desperation and those visits did nothing but reinforce my fear.
Now things are different, kids are older, things are better money wise. So why am I not dealing with myself. It's simple. I am afraid!! As I set here and write this and thoughts a dental work run through my head I am in a cold sweat, and shaking like a leaf. I know what will be said, and I know the look on the dentists face when they have a look at my teeth. An the money it'll take to fix them. Hell I worried about money back then, the amount it will take now is even greater. And I am ashamed to let anyone see, I hide my smile and laughter behind my hands.
I cry at the thought of them, I cry at the thought of the money I don't have to fix them. I cry at my fear and shame. I am ashamed.









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