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I grew up riding with an instructor very similar to GM from the tender age of 8 until my early 20’s. She was tough as nails, allowed no BS, and the horse’s well being always (with the rare exception, of course) came before the rider. And she expected 100% every time.
No crying on horseback allowed. If you fell off and could stand back up, you got back on. Always. If it was 90 degrees and you were hot, dehydrated, and exhausted, your horse got cooled off, untacked and offered water before you could even consider taking your water bottle and sitting in the air conditioned viewing room.
Sometimes she was not nice and she did, more than once, hurt my feelings. Like GM, she has mellowed with age, but through all of that grit she was and still is a trainer who knows her sh*t. And I wouldn’t trade that experience for the world.
As an adult rider, I soley credit my horsemanship to her. You will never see me riding sans helmet, with incorrect tack, or on a dirty, unkempt horse. And these days, I mostly putz around the back 40 or hack out in the field 
As a professional (in the non-horse industry), I have zero problem accepting criticism and have learned to take almost nothing personally. My last boss was a major hardass but impeccable at her job. She would tear you a new one if you did not produce what she asked the first time and she expected perfection. Others hated her for it. I admired her, and because I didn’t take it personally, learned a tremendous amount from her.
These GM love/hate, he’s a god/he’s an ass/sexist/bigot threads pop up every year and opinions always fall right down the middle. I would cut off my left titty to ride with GM for only 15 mins. But his style does not intimidate me. And I assume this is because of the trainer I grew up with.
I think I may be a masochist :lol:[/QUOTE]
Sounds like my old trainer to-a- Tee. I’m very appreciative to have had this type of instruction during my youth, and also feel as though it made me the horsewoman I am today. Some days you cried, some days you laughed. (Seriously, one show she made each and every one of us cry, but that only happened one time :P) but at the end of the day we were all family. My trainer was like my 2nd mother. I ended up selling my last horse in 2005, moved out of the area in 2008 and FINALLY found a barn in my new location this year. While I respect the horse community here, I just couldn’t find someone who compared to my previous trainer. I want the ugly truth, I don’t want to beat around the bush.
Oh, and I also found that riders who say, don’t clean up after their horse bugged the crap out of me. I can’t leave my current barn without putting away the tack (the bridles must be hung in a figure-8), sweeping the isles and organizing before I leave. It’s not because I’m OCD, it’s because my previous trainer wouldn’t have it any other way.