Yes, I’m back. Not quite a year ago, I wrote a post about quitting eventing and resigning myself (happily) to relaxing on the trail. Since retiring my longtime partner 2 1/2 years ago, I’ve had a run of bad luck and bad decisions on my part when it comes to equine partners. My first mare had to be euthanized after an injury deemed her unsound and dangerous to handle, another mare had severe kissing spine and is also retired, and a mare I leased needed more work and training than I had time to invest in. I realized that horses and riding and going to the barn were a constant source of stress for me. I wanted a horse that I could just hang out with, ride on the trails when I felt like it, and have no pressure. I ended up buying a sweet, goofy 6 year old arab gelding who decided that endurance was way too strenuous for him. He was a blast when I tried him out, and I had a great time riding him for the first couple months when I brought him home. He was a bit pushy on the ground- did the “nose punch” quite a bit, but we were working on boundaries and respect and making progress.
I’ll back up just a tad for a moment. The first mare I had after my retiree- the one I ended up euthanizing- terrified me. I have always been a confident rider and handler. But she was a big girl, and when hand walking her she would suddenly and explosively lash out, either rearing and striking, or running past you and kicking out. She did this to everyone, and we knew that once she was rehabbed, it was going to be a significant training issue. Unfortunately we never got the chance. However, I think it affected me quite a bit more than I realized. I am much more tentative on the ground with any horse now.
Back to my new gelding. He wasn’t quite as dead trail broke as I had wanted, but was pretty quiet and easy, and I had no regrets. I’ve ridden since I was 5, so 25 years, and felt confident in my abilities with him. Then life happened. My husband suffered an injury that required 24/7 care for a few months. Shortly after, my father was diagnosed with cancer, and then suffered a heart attack. This gelding absolutely took a backseat to everything. He was still getting daily turnout, and my old eventing trainer even came out a few times a week to lunge or hack him around just to get him some exercise. But I went for a few weeks at a time without seeing him. Things slowly calmed down, and my schedule freed up, and I realized that even though I had time to go to the barn, I didn’t really want to. I attributed a fair deal to a friend/fellow boarder who gave me grief about not being there. But I know that wasn’t all of it. I ended up moving my horse a couple months ago to a barn that’s farther away, but where he has about 10x the space to run around. I thought he’d appreciate more space to play.
I really love the new ranch he’s at. Everyone has been incredibly warm and welcoming, which is unlike any place I’ve been in SoCal. It’s up in the mountains, so it’s cooler, and as a result he’s been a little frisky. That combined with his complete lack of work or a job for the past few months I guess. The arena is a little bit isolated from the main stable area, which means that you can’t directly see any horses from it. He gets very insecure up there. Balks on the way up, runs like a fool when I turn him out, and then throws his shoulder into me and is disrespectful when I am trying to lead him back to the tie area. He’s been spookier. He even set back on the tie for no apparent reason, which he has never done before. I realized that in addition to his lack of work and increased energy, I’m not giving him the confidence or leadership he needs. Until a couple weeks ago, I hadn’t even ridden him since summer when he was at his old ranch. I confided in my old eventing training that I was afraid to, and that I didn’t know why because he’d never given me a good reason to. She came with me to help, and agreed that he was different at this ranch. She wanted us both to be set up for success, so in order to just get me back in the saddle, she just gave me a walk-trot lesson in the round pen near his stall. He was perfect; his typical lazy self. I’d been confident enough to ride him in the round pen on my own for a couple weeks.
I’ve been taking him to a different part of the ranch to do ground work, with the help and advice of another boarder there, because clearly he needs to work on respect and staying out of my space. He’d been doing well. I went to take him down there today, and he started acting up. Before I had time to react, he reared and shoulder-checked me, knocking me over, and got loose. He didn’t get far, as his lead rope snagged on a tree, so I caught him. But I had a hell of a time getting him back to his stall. He even tried to double-barrel the ranch manager’s golf cart as she drove by him, which just floored me.
I was terrified, heartbroken, mortified… you name it. I really can’t explain where my confidence went, but it was bad enough that I was scared to ride my own horse. Now I’m going to be afraid to take him out of his stall. I drove home thinking “how could I have bought the wrong horse AGAIN?” and then it dawned on me. I didn’t buy the wrong horse. I made him that way. He is smart as hell, and he’s got my number now, and he knows it. Whatever effed up confidence issues I have smoldering from that first horse are just going to continue to bubble up over and over no matter which horse I have, because it literally has nothing to do with the horse. It’s all in MY head. I broke down as I realized that as much as I want it to be, this just isn’t the hobby for me anymore. I’ve spent my childhood and young adult years doing it, and I love it. I feel like it’s what defines me. But now I’m scared of it, to the point where I sit at home on my computer perusing horse forums and videos and articles and planning out my rides or groundwork sessions, and everything is fine until I pull into the driveway at the barn and then I get anxiety. I still love horses and want to ride, but apparently I just can’t. I have the time, I have the money, but I don’t have the spine, and that’s sad. I used to be fearless with my older horse, and that was just 3 years ago. It’s hard to fathom how it all changed so fast, but it did.
So I think I’ll likely be putting the horse in training with my old trainer and having her find him a home. He’s a great horse. I’m not painting him in the best light in this post. But these behaviors are all new and all my fault. With someone confident who he respects, he will make a fantastic partner. I’m sorry it wasn’t me.
I guess what I’m looking for are maybe some supportive words. I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m actually looking for. If you think I’m an idiot or overly-dramatic, you can say it, but say it nicely please. I’m fragile right now… Thanks COTH peeps.