I had braces on when I was a pre-teen and AGAIN when I was in highschool. The first set of braces came off too early and my jaw grew so they had to put them back on. This was around the time that we noticed a significant change in my jaw. I remember my Mother saying that my chin had gotten “pointy”….thanks Mom. Imagine my disappointment as a teenager to find out that I had to go back to that damn orthodontist AGAIN! I thought my life was over. I lived.
When I was around 17, I had to have my wisdom teeth removed. Enter the oral surgeon who immediately identified my jaw issues. He explained the surgery and explained that I would need braces put back on before he could do the surgery. At 17, I thought there was no way in hell that I was getting braces back on for a THIRD time! He even provided me with a phone number for a young girl who had just gone through the surgery that was willing to talk about her experience with me. I did call her, but all I remember her saying was "pain," "intensive care," "braces." My parents suggested that I had the surgery, but didn’t push the issue. Would they have won this battle if they pushed a little harder? I honestly don’t know.
Now I am 34 years old and having jaw issues. My right side “clicks” whenever I open my mouth more than a few inches. Some days the right side of my jaw starts to ache. Once the aching starts I get a headache at the lower part of the back of my head. Also, the way that my teeth hit when I close my mouth is causing me to literally grind away a portion of my front left tooth. That can’t be healthy.
Beyond the medical reasons for surgery there will be some obvious cosmetic benefits. When I was about 21, my condition was starting to get worse. My smile was crooked, my chin got even pointier and juts out to the left when I smile. When I got married 10 years ago, I practiced for months on adjusting my lower jaw to the right so that I could have pretty wedding photos. Before this, I was always the girl in the picture making silly faces or tilting my head so my smile would seem less noticeable.
I should also add that I have asymmetrical eyes - what luck! When I was in grade 9, a girl I knew from grade school made up a song about my “crooked eye.” She sang it to me at the upstairs lockers. I don’t remember the words to the song, but I do remember that kids can be cruel. Tyra Banks would tell her models that imperfections can be beautiful. Right? Sorry Tyra, but after surgery I hope my assymetrical eyes are less noticeable. And to the girl from high school with the bad singing voice….karma’s a bitch!