The dentist has always been a great source of terror for many and this includes Dylan. We are so lucky to have a lovely dentist, she is kind and patient but the whole process terrifies Dylan, giving him an angry looking anxiety rash that creeps up from his chest, up his collar and around his neck.

He hates having his mouth invaded, he is so hypersensitive that teeth brushing has always been a very active and heavily involved area of care to ensure Dylan keeps well and cavity free.

We attend the dentist every 6 months and despite Dylan being compliant and coming in the room he will not sit in the dentist chair. He will watch Josh and Grace have their teeth checked and concentrates so hard on keeping his anxiety in check until his turn with the dentist is over and we can leave to the safety of the car home.

Dylan’s teeth are always checked with him sitting on a small fold up stool in the corner of the room. The dentist examines his teeth briefly as he will only half open his mouth for a few seconds at a time. She would kneel in front of him, with no seat herself and no light to see in his mouth. For years she could never see his back molars and relied on us to assure her that we persevered with his brushing and there have been no problems that we have noticed.

Over time with her patience and encouragement finally this month Dylan had his teeth check sitting in the dentist chair.

We offer him the oppotunity to sit in the dentist chair every appointment but Dylan usually point blank declines and grabs harder onto the seat of his trusty stool. This time he got up and sat with the dentist. I wouldn’t say he did it happily but he did it and he let her have a good look around. Good news is that everything looks fine; no cavities and no more baby teeth to come out.

Well done Dylan!


College Days

Since April Dylan started his once a week placement at a supported group within the local college and to say he enjoys it is an understatement.

The day he attends he starts with breakfast club and then will go for a swim. He stays for lunch and finishes up with some choosing time and math practice in the afternoon. He gets the bus to the swimming centre and buys himself lunch or a treat if he’s taking a packed lunch. He is in a class with 5 other young people with varying needs. Thankfully he no longer seems afraid of his peers like he was at school, he seems relaxed and appears to be enjoying himself.

He seems to be managing the transition really well.