A Note about Sugarbush Draft Horses
I see it over and over again, and no matter how many times it's said, it's still wrong. "Sugarbush Drafts are just an Appaloosa Draft Cross". Uh.... no. The Sugarbush Draft Horse was a breed created many years ago in Ohio. While the initial cross was made using Percherons to Appaloosas, in the many generations following, the breed has been solidified into a consistent type. Saying these horses are "just" a draft cross makes as much sense as saying that AQHA horses are "just" a Thoroughbred cross, American Cream Drafts are "just" a dilute Belgian, or that Morgans are "just" a grade.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Fear Friday: How time Flies!
Time, it's like it slips away from us so fast, that we can barely keep up. It was back in April that I had my accident. Not that long ago really - at least to me. Just six months before that I had been in a previous accident. Barely recovered completely before I was headed back to the ER. And now when I stop to think about it, that first accident was over a year ago.
A week here, a month there, and suddenly years have flown, and we're sitting here wondering what happened to all the time we thought we had.
My decision to take a look back on this mainly started because I was *ahem* reminded that I almost forgot the Fear Friday blog. Oops! I forgot it was Friday! I thought, wow, where has all the time GONE. And then I realized that a lot of time really HAS flown.
So, looking back on my face, it's shocking to see how much it has all changed. (Warning, graphic image below!
Some time passed, and I got the stitches out:
And now, today:
But, that doesn't mean it's truly all better. I still get tingling in the scar as the nerves learn how to rewire themselves. I still have issues with drooling (yeah, the corner of my lip is a scar now, and it doesn't work right). I still have some issues with memory recall, and trying to pull the right word out isn't something I take for granted any more. I have to be careful of sunburn on the new skin, as well as light catching my eyes wrong (too many head injuries, I get migraines). The outside seems to be mostly fixed up, but the inside is still healing.
It's been 6 months.
Think about that for a second. It took me six months to just get the skin MOSTLY healed back. Skin. It heals fast. My brain was also smacked around pretty good, and those things are priceless and hard as hell to repair! It will probably take me another 6 months to get all the cobwebs out of my head.
And yet, it seems like a year after a horse accident, I should be recovered and back to riding. Least that's the societal idea I have given myself. When I actually stop to think about it, that seems so silly. My skin isn't healed, my brain isn't healed, but I expect my fears to be healed? Am I nuts?
Stop and look at your own fear issues. How long have you really given yourself to heal?
And if you don't think that overcoming fear issues has to do with healing, then you're kidding yourself. We have to repair what ever it is that sets us off. Whether it's a possibility, or an experience that made the fear arise, it doesn't matter. People can be traumatized by things they saw and never experienced. We recognize those sorts of trauma as a true medical condition, and treat it as such, unless it is ourselves that we are referring to.
Now think about all the progress you have made in dealing with it. Maybe, like me, you would almost tremble at the thought of handling a horse's foot, but now you just get a bit anxious yet can do it. Maybe you were terrified to ride, and thought it seemed like the worst idea ever, but now, you're thinking about it, and it doesn't sound THAT bad any more. These are all steps forward. When we train our horses, we ask them for small steps, and call it progress.
We should expect the same of ourselves. Each step really IS progress. After reading the comments,