Early experience 2

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warmac
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Early experience 2

Post by warmac » June 8th, 2019, 4:26 pm

Reading some of the wonderful stories on this forum, I notice there are a number of stories related to experiences at the dentist. Those of us of a certain age will probably recall the sensations of utter terror, as we were given an anesthetic by means of the dreaded black rubber mask, after which we awoke with our mouth bleeding, often to be confronted by an unsympathetic dental assistant. My own particular recollection comes in the final year at secondary school before I left at the age of 16. The events in this story are generally true, but the details have blurred over the years.

Sitting in the waiting room with the nervous silence punctuated only by the turning of magazine pages and the occasional cough or sniff, I was waiting for one of the three doors to open and my name being called to enter the surgery. Surrounded by those of a similar age we were all accompanied by one of our parents for our journey into oblivion, like an execution, the last stage of the journey had to be made alone. One by one names were called and the hapless victim, sometimes in tears, were escorted into one of the rooms to face the terror of extraction. No one made eye contact, no one spoke and each young person was alone with their own thoughts, fears and anticipation of the black mask. Mysteriously, no one returned to the waiting room, it was as if they vanished. There was no attempt at polite conversation and I had not removed my long, grey, plastic raincoat which along with my winter coat, protected me not only from the winter weather, but also the fear of what lay behind the doors. My mother sat next to me, she was lost in a magazine while I contemplated my fate. A cold bead of sweat ran down my back as my name was called, my mother rose from her seat and followed me through the door which promptly and firmly closed behind us.

In the room, which contained a variety of apparatus surrounding the big, black chair, I was briefly greeted and my mother assisted in the divesting me of my plastic raincoat and the winter coat which I wore underneath. It far from unusual for boys of my age to wear a plastic raincoat, and unlike today, no one thought anything of it. My mother took a seat at the side of the room while the dental assistant helped me into the chair, help which was not really needed but provided anyway. The assistant was fussy, and I immediately noticed she was wearing a rather fetching pair of knee-high, black leather boots with a slight platform sole. As if from nowhere, a dark red rubber sheet appeared which the dental assistant proceeded to drape and then wrap me in, she carefully tucked the sheet in around my legs and even made sure my feet were covered. She gently but firmly took my arms and placed them inside the sheet before tucking the sheet right up to my neck, it smelt slightly of rubber and, although not heavy it was fairly thick. My head was suddenly pushed back into the headrest of the chair, although gentle these hands were male and came from behind, with practiced expertise, the black rubber mask was placed over my nose and mouth. There was no escape, 'relax and breath deeply', the world took on a surreal texture as I slipped into oblivion.

I could see the blurred shapes of Christmas decorations in the windows of the office block opposite the dentist, my mouth tasted of blood and there was pain. People were talking, there was movement and noise. But I was very much aware that I was alive, during the procedure and under the influence of anesthetic gas, my hands had gravitated down inside the red rubber sheet to rest on a massive erection. How could the dental assistant not notice? She busied herself with the rubber sheet and seemed not to notice my condition. My mother assisted me into my coat and then helped me as I slid my arms into the plastic of my raincoat. I couldn't help notice the beads of condensation on the inside of the rubber sheet as she hung it on the chair in preparation for the next victim.

Now fastened into my plastic raincoat, I was guided by my mother and the dental assistant out of the room and into a small waiting room. The was a row of chairs in the small room and we sat down, my mother explaining that we were getting a lift home but had to wait. My mouth was hurting and the empty tooth socket was bleeding My mother was talking and then she mentioned a name, this was a disaster. We were going to get a lift home from my mother's friend Pat because her daughter Diane, was also having a tooth out. Diane was in my year at school, 5th year, but she was the girl no one associated with There was no particular reason, just that people didn't really have much to do with her. Even for me, a boy who had discovered the unusual enjoyment of plastic raincoats, talking to Diane was not
something to do. I sat contemplating yet another hurdle in my life, having to share a care with Diane.

One of the doors opened and I looked up to see two women in the most amazing, long, shiny PVC raincoats, one green and the other blue. These were the very raincoats I had admired and lusted after during a recent shopping trip in town and now here they were being worn by non other than Diane and her mother, Pat. Their car was parked in the nearby car park and once there, Diane and I were assisted into the back of the small car. Due t the cramped car, we were forced to sit closer to each other than we would have liked. Diane looked straight forward at the back of her mother's head, whilst I had an excellent view of her mother's green PVC raincoat as her sleeve reached down to operate the gears. While my mother and Pat engaged in conversation, I sweated in my winter coat and plastic raincoat, lusted at the layers of delicious PVC in which Diane and her mother were encased. The 30 minute journey seemed to be over in an instant, my young man hood was just about bursting out of my trousers by the time we arrived at our house. Fortunate for me, my plastic raincoat was long enough to conceal what was going on. Diane's mother got out the car and came round to pull seat back. Diane got up and as she bent down to get out the car, I noticed she was wearing black, knee-high boots with her trousers tucked in. The bottom of her coat escaped from one of the metal poppers revealing the cotton backing and blue PVC edging of her coat, on he edging was a label and a small duck motif, under the motif was written the words Rukka. Looking at the wet tarmac of the pavement, my hand accidentally touched the sleeve of Diane's coat, a brief brush but a sensation ran through me. I had discovered a whole new level of rain wear and something awoke inside me. To be continued..........

hotwilly
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Re: Early experience 2

Post by hotwilly » June 8th, 2019, 5:33 pm

The pleasures of being a teenager in the 70's
The end of an era I guess for plastic macs like you wore
General anaesthetics at the dentists lasted a bit longer, but needed a qualified anaethetists present.
My wife worked as a dental assist from the mid 70's and can remember the old days.
Broad minded enough to acknowledge we all enjoy different things:)

thighbootman
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Re: Early experience 2

Post by thighbootman » June 8th, 2019, 8:06 pm

Nothing like this at my dentist. He was an ex-army dentist and had no assistant so he could not use gas unless there was a trained person present. Instead he used an enormous needle to administer a numbing agent which caused more pain than the tooth ache. His drill was driven by a cord loop from a motor beneath the chair or by a treadle which he used for the smaller jobs. He had nicotine stained fingers and always a cigarette on the go on an ash tray next to the chair. No such thing as H&S in those days and certainly no fantasies to fulfil as a result of a visit to his chamber of horrors.

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Re: Early experience 2

Post by blackmacjay » June 8th, 2019, 10:30 pm

I was a child back in the 50s and I do remember my trips to the dentist and I hated it because I felt so bad as the anaesthesia wore off.

The best bit was we got free milk in order to beat up on whatever we were doomed to get.

Back in the classroom, our milk was placed on the heating pipes so we could still drink it. Now what it did to the odd bacterium is anybody's guess.

warmac
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Re: Early experience 2

Post by warmac » June 10th, 2019, 11:18 am

hotwilly wrote:
June 8th, 2019, 5:33 pm
The pleasures of being a teenager in the 70's
The end of an era I guess for plastic macs like you wore
General anaesthetics at the dentists lasted a bit longer, but needed a qualified anaethetists present.
My wife worked as a dental assist from the mid 70's and can remember the old days.
It was certainly a time of pleasure, I have managed to obtain a couple of macs like the ones I wore back then. Yes, general anesthetic lasted a while, and there was certainly three people in the room - one of whom was a doctor. Some friends were recounting their experiences of the dentist in the late 70's and this prompted my memory, they certainly recalled the rubber sheet, sadly without admitting any pleasure. Looking back, it is somewhat interesting that everyone remembers there was amount of rubber. One friend suggested that we were actually restrained in the chair, I have no recollection of that - perhaps your wife would know?

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