I empathize. My partner’s big KWPN is much the same way. Things are fine most of the time, but if he gets worked up about something, or feels stuck in any way, there is no self-soothing, and there is absolutely no problem solving to speak of. There is only panic, running blindly through or into things, galloping around while the other horses go WTF…
He’s not a spooky horse in the conventional sense, and it’s definitely not a case of having been sacked out/Clinton Anderson’ed/learned helplessness-ed. I do think he was done a major disservice in his younger years, because he was started as a big jumper and purchased to be a big jumper and always ridden by tall, strong men until he was sold to my partner. “Broke” wasn’t necessary, go fast and jump the things without question was the goal. It’s very possible he’d be better if he’d been started differently, but I think a lot of it is just…him.
Things I’d expect to get a reaction, like the carport being picked up by the wind and landing upside down in the field? Totally unbothered! Large power equipment? Fine! A major car accident on the road near the field? No biggie! The tree next to the field falling down, taking out part of the fence and laying halfway across the field? Aight. A literal actual bear? Ok, kinda sus but really nbd. Got some snorts.
Things we blindly charged through the fence and galloped a mile away over? Twice in 24 hours? A turkey. We’d seen turkeys before. Including large flocks of wild turkeys. We live with chickens. We get the occasional flock of Canada geese. But this particular turkey walked through the far end of the field. It wasn’t even a tom doing the flirty dance. None of the other horses gave a hoot (until he had destroyed the fence and then the gate the following morning since we’d fixed and blocked off the fence at which point they joined, of course). Turkey vultures sunning themselves also occasionally blow his mind, but we’ve since invested in a very large &%(^ you fence charger and run electric about a foot off the fence. He is thankfully more afraid of the fence than turkeys now. Ugh.
Also things he once jumped the fence over? Me walking in with his fly sheet. He saw me coming. They all saw me coming. The wind caught the fly sheet slightly, and he took off and just…jumped out. While the other horses watched like WTF. Then proceeded to be upset that he was alone outside the field while all his friends were inside.
He’s genuinely afraid of the dark if he doesn’t have my older OTTB with him. His eyesight is fine as far as anyone can tell. You can take him anywhere at any time of day or night if he has his emotional support Thoroughbred with him. He will try to kill you (not out of malice, just out of blind panic) and himself if you take him too far from the field after dark alone.
He can be cool as a cucumber on the trail (we really only go for walks around the canal roads and fields nearby, I don’t trust him on anything technical), but when he gets upset about something–a horse he likes getting too far ahead, something in the distance, something nearby, whatever–he will have an epic meltdown. I have no doubt that he would accidentally throw himself off a cliff if he was having one of his moments on a truly hilly trail.
I love this horse, he tries so hard and is so sweet, but he is just…not a do-everything horse. He was bred to jump big jumps in an arena, fast, and it shows. Common sense and problem solving are not in his repertoire.
Today I watched as he had stuck his head in between the hay net and the feeder (I use net toppers from Hayburners, they’re elasticated and I have them attached with buckles to the feeders. They work great but occasionally my older OTTB, who is frustratingly smart, will find just the right spot to continuously yank on the net to get a buckle to come loose and lift the elastic up over the lip of the tub. I am mostly successful in thwarting him but every couple months he gets one ), which he’s done a million times while I find ways to thwart the smarter horses. His buddy walked away towards me, because I was approaching the gate to fix the loose buckle so they couldn’t keep sticking their heads into the feeders. Rather than pull his head out the way it went in, which I’ve also seen him do a million times, he immediately giraffed his head straight up because his buddy was leaving then had a moment of panic that he was taking the 300 gallon rubbermaid tub with him. He thankfully panicked in place rather than causing utter mayhem and did eventually extricate himself before I made it over, but just…wtf.
This is a long-winded post mostly to say, I feel for you, and I’ve come to conclusion that sometimes it’s just who they are.