Well, just a week after reporting what happened, my workplace has already resolved the issue better than I ever could’ve imagined. Apparently yesterday my practice manager, a lady from HR and the patient’s doctor met to discuss how to respond. I suppose it would’ve been best to include me, but I don’t mind. They ended up creating a great plan of action that I’m very satisfied with. Continue reading Sexually Assaulting Your Dental Hygienist is a Bad Idea. Part III: The Response
Please read this post first for the background.
Trigger warning: sexual assault
After the creep’s appointment, I ran into my coworker (another hygienist) in the sterilization room. I briefly expressed relief that the appointment was over. “He was such a creep!” I said. She was immediately concerned and asked what happened. I answered vaguely about him testing my boundaries and then went on with my day.
Honestly, I feel bad for the rest of my patients. For the rest of the night, I was angry, anxious and quiet. I feel bad for the rest of my patients because I was a little distant/disconnected. I couldn’t stop thinking about how awful he made me feel and what I should do about it. Continue reading Sexually Assaulting Your Dental Hygienist is a Bad Idea. Part II: Reporting
TLDR version here.
Oh my gosh… my first clickbait title… What have I become? If you clicked on this article because you think that I stabbed my patient for sexually assaulting me, you are in the wrong place. I wouldn’t even consider it. I did, however, do one of the fastest cleanings of my life to get that creep out of my chair. But let’s rewind… Continue reading Sexually Assaulting Your Dental Hygienist is a Bad Idea. My Instruments are Sharp.
I seriously haven’t posted a true blog in two months? What??? But here’s the thing: if I’m not posting, it means I haven nothing to complain about, so life is good. I graduated four months ago and have been working in the dental field for three months. My job is fantastic. The Prozac is still fucking life changing and I’m in love with it. I don’t even have side effects as far as I can tell.
But I digress. The title of this post is “My Childhood was Traumatic… I Guess”. The story is this: I was just watching a video about how childhood trauma negatively affects a person’s health throughout their life. Let’s not get into the details because that’s depressing… However, it got me thinking that yes, by their standards my childhood was traumatic. The first time I was sexually assaulted, I was too young to even remember it. Plus, I witnessed domestic abuse for the first 18 years of my life.
Here’s the strange thing: At the time, I didn’t think it was traumatic or stressful overall. Continue reading My Childhood was Traumatic… I Guess
“When we think of those guilty of sexual assault and abuse, we tend to be reminded of some of the most vile and morally corrupt figures in our lives and in the news.
As someone who has always highly respected women, I never imagined I could be remotely associated with this issue.
It turns out, I was wrong.”