Bring on the aligners

Nothing like starting a long dental correction in your thirties when you’re assumed to have most things fixed. Sike, jokes on us - the thirties is where we’re comfortable enough with our flaws to fix them semi-invisibly. *invisalign has entered the chat*

Alright, enough with the trying to be profound, let’s get on with the experience.

Invisalign was proposed to be by my dentist for at least over ten years before I finally said yes. Initially recommended due to a displaced tooth, what pushed my decision over was learning that teeth move as we age and the gap caused by the displaced tooth was going to create some movement for the surrounding teeth. The timing worked out with my workplace launching a benefit I could use toward this procedure.

And so began the journey of signing up to 34 trays (yeah, the end seems very far) and a commitment to taste plastic for the next year. I found a limited amount of guidance online when researching what the realities were going to feel like. Other than the warning of 22 hours a day, not much else exists out there - to here’s my attempt to fill the gap in my teeth and the gap in invisalign guidance out there.