Bowen4Horses
Well-Known Member
so... i'm feeling a bit plop.
very quick background:
Rode A LOT as a child/teen. very brave. it was my life.
Aged 18 had a kid, stopped horses totally until 28 when i bought a 'project' (i know, madness) who proceeded to try to kill me. turned into a rearer who'd fall back on me (i probably rode her 10 times in all). broke ribs. but worse than that, she broke my confidence. this broke my heart, so i tried to carry on with the riding..
-i thought maybe i'd have some lessons. i had one, and hated it. with hindsight the instructor was sh!te.
-rode my friend's young, ex racer for her a few times. really loved it, and refound my love of riding, but was always very nervous. this didn't matter until the time she tried to bolt/ditch me into the river. i jumped off. and swore i'd never ride again. my heart was very sad.
-then, one day my OH decided we'd have one last crack at it. and he sold his car (that was his pride and joy) to buy me a safe horse. this coincided (badly) with the fact i fell pregnant. but i decided to do it anyway... spent a few months looking for a safe horse (took friend with me to do the riding...) and couldn't find anything that i wasn't petrified of. my fear had also spread to handling horses.
-after a long search, i found raff. i think i was hormonal at the time of buying him. but he was the only horse i was happy getting on (whilst pregnant) after i had seen my friend riding him.
-instantly i fell in love with him.
-bought him. got him home. rode him a few times, each time my confidence grew very very slightly. he NEVER put a foot wrong. i rode until 7 months pregnant. i absolutely loved him, and my husband said (when we'd had him for about 2 weeks) that even if i never rode him again, he'd be worth every penny because already i'd refound my spark. my OH said (he's NOT a sentimental person) that we'd give raff a home forever because of the difference in me, even if he went lame the next day. that's how brilliant he was.
now... fast forward to now. i stopped riding raff in about june because i was too fat. i made my whole family move to a different county in September (including changing schools etc) so that i could have Raff at home. My husband has built stables for me (no previous knowledge/experience) and has worked his butt off nonstop since we moved here. i've left all my friends behind (although am meeting new lovely people). i have spent ALL our money on having the horses at home. i have spent all my savings on a little lorry.... etc etc.
a few weeks ago, i got on raff, at a friends, after lunging him. he was fine. despite me being nervous. however, then all the crap weather happened.
i booked myself on horsecamp in august as a way to push me into doing something.
i got on raff today. we went for a walk down the road. my friend walked on foot with me.
and i'm ashamed to say, i was petrified. raff was (understandably) full of beans. and i was convinced he was going to bolt. i tried my hardest to relax and not shake. but i was so scared. i don't actually know what i was scared of... him bolting? bucking?
i think i'm scared of him knocking my confidence. because if he does, and he's not 100% safe, then i know he's my last chance.
i'm in floods of tears writing this. i'm such a twit.
so... i need help. how do i get confidence? how do i fake it? are there any tricks?
i have been recommended something called TFT... does that work?
or there is a equestrian centre quite close that runs confidence courses (more expense...
)
http://www.ashenec.co.uk/58123/index.html
i know i need to get on and just ride. but i get soooo worked up before hand. at what point do i just give up? and accept riding is no longer for me?
(p.s. i had a lesson on a riding school horse last week, and i loved it... so i think i can enjoy myself...)
sorry for the huge moan... it's been quite cathartic writing it all down
very quick background:
Rode A LOT as a child/teen. very brave. it was my life.
Aged 18 had a kid, stopped horses totally until 28 when i bought a 'project' (i know, madness) who proceeded to try to kill me. turned into a rearer who'd fall back on me (i probably rode her 10 times in all). broke ribs. but worse than that, she broke my confidence. this broke my heart, so i tried to carry on with the riding..
-i thought maybe i'd have some lessons. i had one, and hated it. with hindsight the instructor was sh!te.
-rode my friend's young, ex racer for her a few times. really loved it, and refound my love of riding, but was always very nervous. this didn't matter until the time she tried to bolt/ditch me into the river. i jumped off. and swore i'd never ride again. my heart was very sad.
-then, one day my OH decided we'd have one last crack at it. and he sold his car (that was his pride and joy) to buy me a safe horse. this coincided (badly) with the fact i fell pregnant. but i decided to do it anyway... spent a few months looking for a safe horse (took friend with me to do the riding...) and couldn't find anything that i wasn't petrified of. my fear had also spread to handling horses.
-after a long search, i found raff. i think i was hormonal at the time of buying him. but he was the only horse i was happy getting on (whilst pregnant) after i had seen my friend riding him.
-instantly i fell in love with him.
-bought him. got him home. rode him a few times, each time my confidence grew very very slightly. he NEVER put a foot wrong. i rode until 7 months pregnant. i absolutely loved him, and my husband said (when we'd had him for about 2 weeks) that even if i never rode him again, he'd be worth every penny because already i'd refound my spark. my OH said (he's NOT a sentimental person) that we'd give raff a home forever because of the difference in me, even if he went lame the next day. that's how brilliant he was.
now... fast forward to now. i stopped riding raff in about june because i was too fat. i made my whole family move to a different county in September (including changing schools etc) so that i could have Raff at home. My husband has built stables for me (no previous knowledge/experience) and has worked his butt off nonstop since we moved here. i've left all my friends behind (although am meeting new lovely people). i have spent ALL our money on having the horses at home. i have spent all my savings on a little lorry.... etc etc.
a few weeks ago, i got on raff, at a friends, after lunging him. he was fine. despite me being nervous. however, then all the crap weather happened.
i booked myself on horsecamp in august as a way to push me into doing something.
i got on raff today. we went for a walk down the road. my friend walked on foot with me.
and i'm ashamed to say, i was petrified. raff was (understandably) full of beans. and i was convinced he was going to bolt. i tried my hardest to relax and not shake. but i was so scared. i don't actually know what i was scared of... him bolting? bucking?
i think i'm scared of him knocking my confidence. because if he does, and he's not 100% safe, then i know he's my last chance.
i'm in floods of tears writing this. i'm such a twit.
so... i need help. how do i get confidence? how do i fake it? are there any tricks?
i have been recommended something called TFT... does that work?
or there is a equestrian centre quite close that runs confidence courses (more expense...
http://www.ashenec.co.uk/58123/index.html
i know i need to get on and just ride. but i get soooo worked up before hand. at what point do i just give up? and accept riding is no longer for me?
(p.s. i had a lesson on a riding school horse last week, and i loved it... so i think i can enjoy myself...)
sorry for the huge moan... it's been quite cathartic writing it all down