2 years ago, my bi-yearly dental appointment was timely as
my entire mouth was hurting. I was
positive something had infiltrated my teeth, certain I was fraught with
cavities or some horrific gum disease despite the fact I am meticulous when it
comes to dental care. The hygienist told
me my worries were in vain; and it sounded as if I were grinding my teeth at
night, suggesting perhaps I was experiencing stress.
That seemed impossible, as I was a rock. I was touted for my steadfast positive attitude
and ability to persevere despite the years of continued abuse by my ex
husband. True, there were underlying
post traumatic stresses, but in general, I was a survivor. Expressing anxiety with nocturnal grinding
seemed impossible. However, I had recently
learned my oldest son was going to be an unwed father. It was shocking because my son would relate
how his father publicly called him, “my gay son”. Unlike his father, my son focused on school,
sports and band, uninterested in mirroring his father who still needed an
abundance of sexual conquests to enhance his reputation. My close relationship with my son had been
severed by his father’s pattern of spiteful retribution at each happy milestone
in my life, after my son escorted me down the aisle at my 2007 wedding.
So, in theory I was going to be a grandmother, but
realistically, I was not going to enjoy the relationship that went along with
that privilege. Indeed, that was the
root of my symptoms. I had therapy to
deal with the trauma of my former abusive marriage. I was in the process of the final editing of
my book, “…Until You Die”: The
Narcissist’s Promise, which proved to be a cathartic documentation of the
road to survival. I was a high
functioning woman, wife and mother. So
why did I have to endure pain that was expressed in my sleep? It didn’t seem fair.
So, for several days, I was experiencing intense pain in my
mouth. Certain that this time, it was
definitely medical, I was examined and tested and learned it was TMJ or
TMD: TEMPOROMANDIBULAR DISORDERS occur as a result of problems
with the jaw, jaw joint and surrounding facial muscles caused by
grinding or clenching your teeth during sleep.
I am not one who likes to be viewed as vulnerable. I don’t like to show pain, sadness or
discomfort. I keep my emotions hidden. Perhaps my desire to be strong and viewed as
such is manifested by uncontrolled physical ailment. It was almost eerie that my stress was being
felt through my teeth, as my ex had an abnormal fear of the dentist. During our marriage, he expressed his
disappointment when he learned I did not need root canal by commenting, “Too
bad. You should know what that pain is
like.”
So, with a combination of pain killers, relaxers, warm
compresses, a mouth guard and a lot of wine, I am starting to feel much
better. I will use the remainder of my
wine in my cooking. I will end the
medications shortly as well. I will
probably use my mouth guard as a precaution.
My stress will always be present, lying dormant until something serves
as its trigger; a memory of my children, their picture or perhaps an upcoming
holiday.
Although I know I can only wait until my children can face
the truth and return to me on their own, they are always in my thoughts. The unfairness and cruelty of the situation
is excruciating when brought to the surface of consciousness, especially since
I’ve learned I can be blindsided by that pain.
But now I am equipped recognize the pain, face it and conquer it. This is just another symptomatic battle…and I
am still winning for I am still a survivor.
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