I hate that I was put in this position by bad orthodontics.
The physical problem is gone. I'm nearly 9 months post op and couldn't be happier with my results. The surgery undid mouth breathing and 5 years of retraction with braces and headgear. For some reason, though, I can't help but keep stumbling into the subject with people, like if someone's kid is getting braces or someone complains about modern medicine. I go on this sort of canned rant about my experience and sometimes start crying. I feel I need to warn them. I know this sounds dramatic, but it feels like I was traumatized and I'm stuck in a loop. It's like I HAVE to talk about it. My boyfriend, parents, everyone -- they all tell me to avoid the subject. I even went to a family reunion recently, where my own uncle didn't recognize me, and I felt I couldn't say anything about this whole ordeal because my dad said not to tell them. So I just said I had some orthodontic work done.
In my mind, although it was largely cosmetic, it was fully justified because I was undoing the damage of mouth breathing and headgear. But most people -- aside from this forum -- don't understand this stuff. They have no idea that facial growth can go awry. So I have this weird combination of guilt, anger, and loneliness, and when I tell people about the surgery I focus on the airway and slight bite issues. Not the issues that gutted me to my core.
I feel wronged by my former orthodontist. I never confronted him about it because I always wanted him -- and everyone else in the world -- to like me. He used to call me 'kiddo' and I remember strapping on the headgear nightly with the hope that the next ortho visit he would be happy with my "progress." But as I look back on pictures over the years, where I went from a buck-toothed but full-faced little girl with bright eyes to a teen with dark circles and a drawn, hollowed-out look during my course of orthodontics, I just get so sad.
I just feel I need some kind of relief, but I don't know what form that will take.