The only time I experienced this was when I was at a barn that was a bad fit for me and my horse. He was a hot mess, I was a hot mess, it was a nightmare. And the BO was…not helpful, let’s put it that way. She was the source of a lot of my anxiety and his.
I had my own farm for 20 years up until the barn mentioned above, so that didn’t help either. Prior to owning my barn I was back and forth between a couple of local places. I never had anxiety about those places. I grew up riding though and was a total barn rat. Ate, breathed, slept horses. The barn was pretty much the center of my teenage world.
After the anxiety-inducing barn, we went to a better place, but there were still quirks (aka…another BO that drove me crazy for completely different reasons).
Now I’m at the best place since I sold my farm. It’s self-care, which I love, so I have to go twice a day to feed (my gelding and a friend’s two mares that I look after). The only issue I have is dreading leaving the barn in the morning to head to work, LOL.
People give me anxiety, not horses. We’ve got a nice group of folks at my current barn. The owner doesn’t have horses or know a ton about them, but he likes them and enjoys doing the work to maintain and improve the property (he’s done a great job!). The manager used to be the owner. He’s in his mid-70’s and his father built the place and used to raise Tennessee Walkers on the farm and did shows and then a boarding barn during the 80’s when there were a lot of boarding barns in the area full of horse-crazy girls (including yours truly, though at a different barn). He knows a thing or two about horses and believes in taking good care of them. He always asks if we need anything and will do just about anything we ask. “Just raise your hand if you need something,” he tells us. Interestingly, with the exception of the young girl whose mares I look after (she’s just been accepted to NC State Vet School), I’m the youngest boarder at 51. We’re the grown up barn rats! LOL!
Anyway. That was a lot. I love my barn. It’s hard to explain, but we’re all comfortable and everyone takes care of their own (or pays someone there to take care of their own) and we just…get along. It’s lovely.