The good doctor did not skimp on the details either. I was about twelve at this point. I still remember how bad I felt, I knew I was being punished, but not really sure what I did was wrong. And that fascinated me. She did not care how long it took. That started a series of raids on the trash, from which I would collect the various discarded wires and bands, elastics or whatever seemed interesting, including pictures I took out of a magazine he had thrown away.
Then came the complicated archwires, with an unusual assortment of loops, bends and hooks, for all of the elastics. It was then I noticed three teenagers in a car looking at me with the headgear on and laughing.
I left the headgear in my room, and my mouth hurt like hell at this point, but it was everyone staring at me that hurt worse. My mother had her own plans. I had to wear it to dances, football games, to the mall, where ever she thought I would see anyone. I figured if I got her to play along once, I could do it again.
You should start wearing an appliance. My mother promised, in front of me, that I would. It was not much compared to the full banded cases, but they were still pretty rare in our area, as were any braces at all.
A different twist
Full bands, upper and lower. I was not a good patient, I would not wear the elastics, and whatever he hoped to achieve was met with limited success. So I took my meager little collection with me and rode over the orthodontist to collect some more bands, if I could find them. He told me I should wear it as much as possible. Bobby was my age and we played together as well as went to school together.
A different twist
He took me into his office, looked at the bands, wires pictures and headgear, and called my mother. I was never without elastics, usually three or four at a time, always placed as conspicuously as possible. If I wanted braces so bad I could have them.
My mother was a very strict woman. We went to see my cousin play in a baseball game the next day. Two things a teenager absolutely did not want in public, headgear and his mother. The headgear had both a high pull strap, which I had never seen before, and a neck strap. He had known someone was going through his trash for the last three months and was just waiting to catch the person, and he caught me.
One winter day, after school, I was coming home from my cousins, down an alley. Elastics ran from top to bottom, one on each side. I never had any intention of wearing them myself, I wanted to be the orthodontist, not the patient. I found an appliance just like the one I had worn.
I kept this collection hidden in my garage. It was already dark, but I could see the receptionist emptying the trash into a can out back. I would go by it on the way to visit my cousins, the older one, John, was in high school. I was close enough to hear her mother tell her that she was going to have to wear it 14 hours a day. Other kids just stared at that thing on my face, most had never even seen one, never mind worn one. Two days later, it was a Friday, the braces went on. Whenever I tried to talk she just told me to shut up, I had no say in it and she did not want to hear any excuses for my "odd behavior.
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The plan was to make me hate braces, and it certainly did. She was determined not to let anyone find out about this, and the Dr. They went into his private office and left me sitting alone. I told her I would just sit in the car if she made me and I got the "you wanted them, you got them"line and she literally dragged me to the stands.
I was continually asking when the braces were coming off, and was told that it depended on my attitude. Their mistake was in thinking I wanted them. I saw the links to this and saw some similarities to my story. But we were in my garage and she was sitting in a chair when I said, just as my ortho had said to me, "Well, I think treatment is indicated.
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The exception was when I found a facebow and strap one day. I could never figure out what they wanted to see, even when I wore everything as directed. Still, while I hated wearing the appliances, I somehow liked the control the orthodontist exercised over his patients.
After about a year, he removed the wires and bands. I would sometimes see kids in tears or very upset at the prospect, or new reality, of braces.
They had me wear that headgear through high school. I waited for braces fetish stories to leave and started sifting through the bag she had just put in. It was a girl from the next block, Melinda. It was only about ten minutes, but it was what my budding fantasy was all about. I found myself stopping outside the office, which was part of his house, and watching as the patients went in and out.
All, of course, for my own good. It was the first headgear I had seen, and this made it even more exciting. I was about a month later that I found a willing participant for my little game. I was 10 when I first went to the orthodontist, this is 35 years ago. If she found I took it off at school, and she knew most of my teachers, I would be kind of reverse grounded, she would take me places, dances, whatever.
I was caught red handed, with my entire collection. My appliance consisted of four molar bands, one on each side, top and bottom. As soon as we got to the game, my mother took the headgear out of her pocketbook and told me to put it on.
He made sure he did not hurt my teeth, but did every thing possible to make my treatment hell. We had known each other for years, and had played doctor when we were younger. In the early sixties it was very different, braces were like some sort of sentence, a painful, embarrassing, drawn out sentence.
My mother figured my bad attitude towards my appliances was a cry for more attention. I was embarrassed and immediately took it off, which made them laugh even harder.
I tried to explain that I wanted to be an orthodontist and that is all I was doing, but they knew otherwise. A thick, round wire was inserted on both top and bottom. He, in some ways, was ahead of his time and even though my dentition braces fetish stories still developing he decided to start treatment. And they both agreed, primarily for psychological reasons, that the best way to treat me was to make me not want to wear them ever again, by making me hate wearing them. Then came the headgear. As I was rummaging around in the trash, The orthodontist came out.
I was told I was too young to know, and that they knew what they were doing. I went around the corner, out of sight I thought and even without and bands to attach it to, I tried it on. They concluded, correctly, that I had a "strange attraction"to braces.
One girl I saw wearing what must have been a new headgear was inconsolable, and I remember her mother comforting her as her brother teased her. I told her I used to wear it when I had braces, she just accepted that. The orthodontist office was a ten minute bike ride from my home. She played right along asking me not to make her wear braces, and asking how long she would have to wear them braces fetish stories. I never had to wear it in the house unless there was company. My son is currently undergoing his orthodontic treatment and bought this all back when he showed me the Mouthwear.
She went home, probably thinking nothing more about it. I am told this is quite common now, but back then most treatment was begun during the teenage years. And I loved the feeling of putting her in it. There were no orthodontic fan clubs at the time. He mentioned the headgear but figured I would not comply. I lost my fascination with braces, and was even reluctant to have my son start, but my wife, and common sense, prevailed.
I was her only child, my father had been killed years before.