I’m not sure if I am really “oppressed,” but I thought it was a rhymey title and went with it. Anyway, posting this as an alter account even thought I am quite sure I am unknown as it is anyway, I wanted the extra layer of anonymity to vent and also, hey, it’s the internet so why not. Anyway…
Lately, as in the last few weeks/months, I’ve been feeling like I want out of the horse game. But here’s the thing, it’s not simple. There’s a backstory to why I feel this way, which I will go into now:
I am constantly worried about/fixated upon my horse’s soundness. Now, obviously being aware of these things is important for a horse owner, but the thing is it’s not entirely cut and dry and there’s a history of intermittent issues that make me worried and paranoid. Basically what it boils down to is that my horse has some foot issues: he is a good sized horse with tiny feet, feet that tend on the tender side, and I have struggled mightily to get a good farrier to work on him. Now I realize that a lot of people struggle with soundness issues, and I realize that a lot of people struggle to find good farriers.
To go back even further, what initially stresses me about the situation is that when I first really began to understand deficiencies with his hooves was when a judge called him as unsound. Now, to be sure, this is an experience that no one enjoys, but what makes me feel especially bad is that I thought maybe he was a little iffy, but he seemed fine warming up so I went ahead into the ring. Could I go back in time, the moment there was doubt in my mind AT ALL I wouldn’t have proceeded. Obviously I cannot go back in time, and if I were to put a positive spin on the whole thing it is that the subsequent vet visit and narrowing the issue down to his hoof (a combination of trimming and environment) led me to become significantly more educated about hooves, trimming concepts, hoof balance, etc. However, I still feel like it is a blackmark. Part of what exacerbates that feeling for me is the (totally right) condemnation on these very boards of people working lame horses. While I agree, it is hard for me to get past my own errors in that regard and I feel both hypocritical and abusive.
This brings me to life since I have become more educated about the issue at hand, and I am now constantly paranoid about my horses’s soundness. Riding is almost so stressful that I can’t enjoy it because I’m worried about whether or not he’s sound, and I think this is part due to previous ignorance and also that there were numerous times in my youth life with horses when someone expressed that a horse was lame and I didn’t see it. Even now on these boards sometimes people post videos of horses that I watch to try to educate myself and sometimes I do see it, but sometimes I don’t see it. Basically, this makes me feel ignorant and it makes me feel paranoid that I’m treating my own horse poorly. This probably sounds insane, but I swear I could pick up a lameness issue that doesn’t exist through my own imagination and miss an actual legitimate one. We have (when I have been in the belief of him being sound) gone to a show or two and it went fine. This isn’t even about showing though–I don’t NEED to go to shows. I would like to just be able to enjoy my horse a couple times a week.
An added layer: Knowing the stigma around riding lame horses (which, don’t get me wrong, exists for a reason but I am also convinced nothing is so black and white) makes me feel paranoid when others are at the barn when I’m riding. What if my paranoia is correct and they are all seeing something, then at that point I am just that lady riding the lame horse. This makes it sound like it’s just about what people think, but really, sometimes reading posts on COTH makes it seem like there are some awful things being thought out there–not saying that it’s necessarily unwarranted, or that in some cases it wouldn’t be entirely called for; it’s maybe even more concern that I’m perceived as ignorant, abusive, or both. The horse community rains down in these situations, and for good reason. However, I try so hard to be in tune with what is going on with him, and although I have struggled to find a good farrier, I have found one that I believe may be it. Already there seems to be a huge difference, and I expect it will only get better as a series of corrections are made every few weeks.
Anyway, what this all brings me to is that I feel DRAINED. I feel drained from always worrying about this stuff, I feel drained from constantly thinking about it while I’m riding. You know the saying ignorance is bliss? In a way I wish I were just so ignorant that I could just enjoy riding without thinking about these things. That sounds bad, because if there is an issue I WANT to know, but it’s almost like the more I know the more I am imagining things going on. It makes me feel sometimes like riding isn’t worth it–like I just want out because I’m sick of worrying about this stuff. I wish I had a horse with super feet. I wish I had a horse that is like seemingly everyone else at the barn who gets joyfully ridden without concern for these issues (not that I can read others minds, of course). I wish I could just go riding without a single such worry. Sometimes it really gets to me enough that I just want out of horse ownership, but I have (barring other bad circumstances) probably at least a decade of life with this horse. Maybe that’s what is really oppressive about it: imagining feeling this way for a decade. But then, I also don’t know what I could do about it. I’m so paranoid about his feet issues and management that I feel like leasing him out would go poorly, and how would I even market/sell him? Even as fine for just light riding, he maybe isn’t even your typical putz around kind of horse. He is not good on trails.
I guess mostly this is just venting, so thanks to everyone who has endured. I feel like if I could just let go of the past and of any paranoia and perceived stigmas, I could enjoy him lightly once or twice a week. It is just so hard, and of course I do not want to put my own interests above his welfare. That’s what makes it tricky–I don’t want to be ignorant, but maybe I am? Anyway, anyone who wants to commiserate with me, condemn me, or anything else, have at it. I just had to let it out.