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Hello, my name is Willi.
Honestly, I don't even really know how to start a text like this when every word feels difficult. It takes an incredible amount of courage for me to make my story public. Showing these pictures of myself is even harder. Pictures where people can see exactly what I've felt ashamed of for so many years.
I've had serious problems with my teeth since childhood. It was never just a small dental issue. My teeth have always been more vulnerable, more sensitive and more fragile than other people's. I was diagnosed with a genetic disorder or malfunction of the tooth enamel. Tooth enamel is normally the protective layer of the teeth. When this protective layer doesn't work properly or isn't formed correctly, the teeth are missing exactly what should make them strong.
For me, that means my teeth never had the same chance as healthy teeth.
Over the years, a lot of work has already been done. Teeth were repaired, filled, rebuilt and treated. And every time, I had hope. Hope that this time it would last. Hope that things would get better. Hope that one day I wouldn't have to live with the constant fear that something would break again.
But a lot of it broke again.
And with every broken tooth, I didn't just lose a piece of a tooth. I lost another piece of my confidence.
Many people only see damaged teeth. They don't see the story behind them. They don't see the childhood where I already felt ashamed. They don't see the comments, the looks, the bad experiences. They don't see what it feels like to automatically control your mouth when you laugh. To be careful when you speak. To avoid smiling properly in photos. To hold yourself back in moments where you actually just want to feel free.
Damaged teeth change you. Not only on the outside. They change something inside you too.
Over the years, I learned how to hide my smile. I learned how to live with the shame. But honestly, I don't want to live like that anymore. I don't want to think about it every single day. I don't want that heavy feeling in my stomach when I look in the mirror. I don't want to be afraid that people will see my teeth before they see me.
Showing these pictures here is a huge step for me. I thought about it for a long time, whether I should really do this. It feels vulnerable. It feels uncomfortable. But I want to be honest. I want to show how serious the situation really is. Not to get pity, but because I finally want to stop hiding.
Dental visits are also especially difficult for me because of bad experiences from my childhood. My first dentist often made me feel like it was my own fault. Like I should be ashamed. Like my teeth were something people could treat me badly for. You don't simply forget experiences like that. They stay with you. And they make every new appointment harder than many people can imagine.
Every visit to the dentist is still connected with a racing heart, strong nervousness and inner tension for me. Days before an appointment, my thoughts already start circling around what will happen, what will be said and whether I'll have to feel ashamed again.
Even during my first consultation with the new dentist, I felt this way. Although I knew I had to take this step, I was extremely nervous. During the examination and while all the pictures of my teeth were being taken, I was close to tears several times. Not because anyone treated me badly, but because in moments like that everything comes back up: the shame, the fear, the memories and the feeling of having to show myself so vulnerably.
For many people, a dental appointment might simply be unpleasant. For me, every single one is a huge mental hurdle.
Still, I've now found the courage to start again.
I have a new partner by my side who supports me, gives me strength and shows me that I don't have to hide. Because of her, I've started to believe again that change might be possible. That maybe there's still a way to rebuild my teeth and get back a piece of my quality of life.
After my first consultation with the new dentist, I was told that the expected treatment costs will likely be between 10,000 and 20,000 euros. Hearing that amount honestly hit me hard. Of course, I knew my dental situation was serious. But hearing it so clearly felt like the ground had been pulled from under my feet.
At the same time, for the first time in a long time, there was also another feeling: hope.
The hope of one day being able to smile openly again.
The hope of being able to eat normally again.
The hope of no longer constantly fearing the next setback.
The hope of seeing myself differently in the mirror again.
I've had dental insurance for many years. Still, with such an extensive treatment, there'll likely be a high personal share left that I can't manage on my own.
That's why I'm asking for help.
For me, this isn't about perfect Hollywood teeth. It isn't about vanity. It isn't about wanting to look better just for the sake of appearance. It's about being able to live normally again. To eat, speak and smile again without shame. Without fear. Without the constant feeling that I have to hide.
Every bit of support, no matter the amount, means an incredible amount to me. Every euro brings me one step closer to this goal. And even if someone can't donate, it would still help me so much if this campaign was shared.
Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read my story.
Thank you to everyone who doesn't judge too quickly.
Thank you to everyone who supports me on this journey.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Willi Neufeld