So that’s what the backs of my teeth feel like.
Thirteen years ago, my orthodontist popped my braces off and glued a pair of permanent retainers to my incisors, top and bottom: two little wires, cemented in place, to keep my bite stable. When I went to college, I started bugging him to take them off, with no success; by the time I went to grad school, they had become such a fact of life I never gave them much thought at all.
Today, having had a dentist tell me I really ought to replace them with removable retainers, I had those wires taken out. For the first time in thirteen years, I can feel the backs of my teeth.
My mouth has become alien territory.