Fear of the Hygienist, or a reminder to myself on what it means not to be priveleged.

At some point I should write a post on how sometimes those issues that make me less than priveledged in some ways makes me not give a shit when I’m dealing with trampling other peoples’ feelings and issues. But now, I am going to reflect instead on how it feels to have ny own feelings and issues disregarded, thanks to one (hopefully temporary) dental hygienist that probably shouldn’t have been working in a practice that caters to people with dental phobia.

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Crossposted from Ramblings Yet Once More here.