I didn’t hate the dentist as a kid. It wasn’t fun, but it was just something you had to do. Then I had the less than ideal orthodontist. In the past few years, I’ve started acting like an adult about the dentist. I go. 4 times a year. I get absolutely ridiculously worked up over going in for a cleaning. When I have actually work done – it wipes me out for the day. Sometimes I think if someone kidnapped me and took me to the dentist it would be less traumatic.