We want to ride and it is tough to mentally overcome the frustration, disappointment and loneliness of overcoming the challenges. It takes courage and determination, compassion for ourselves, and a devious creative mind. The last one is used to invent ways around the problems.
I can’t imagine NOT riding, or being around horses, when you have chronic pain, illness, or different abilities. None of it makes you LOVE them any less. And they are incredible healers, beyond words, really, how much they can help. Even if it is just to enable you for the time you are on them, but it’s so much more. It’s what they do for our soul.
Ironically, I find myself identifying more with my special students at times. An injury left me with a degenerative hip that has been near impossible to get a saddle that doesn’t hurt me, but that His Princeness & the Pea approves of. And recently I’m going through the diagnosis process for Fibro. The Rx they have me on is working, but I’ll soon have to come off it if I can’t get health insurance. Fibro is different from some issues, but the same as others that come on without warning, slapping you in the face and saying “you planned to do WHAT?”
But they won’t get the horses away from me until they pry them from my cold, dead hands.