Hypothetically, if an 8 year old/2nd grader still messed up her p/b/d/q and wrote in a weird diagonal thing down a paper, could this be a sign of dyslexia or is this normal for a kid her age?
Now to find the duct tape!!
I started shifting back in 2020 as a lot of us did, around 2020 shiftok with all the Hogwarts shifters and stuff.
I was very on and off, trying new methods and experimenting up to 2022 before I started having insane progress and experiences
One of the biggest symptoms was the flashing lights and spinning feeling, almost like the feeling of being on a fair ride.
I had found a subliminal related to my PR and listened to it before I felt an environment change. All of a sudden my bed felt cold and solid like the ground almost, and my earbuds felt as if they fell out (I normally use toe ear buds to listen to subliminals and block out outside noise)
I opened my eyes and it was dark, darker than my room. I realized I shifted.
Now I don't know if this is a relatable experience or if it was related to my PR, but I almost forgot I was trying to shift and honestly just felt scared. It took a couple hours but I realized what had happened and that I had finally shifted.
I started thinking about my OR too much and accidentally brought myself back
It was an absolutely insane first shifting experience 😭😭
Did anyone else shift as a kid? I remember I used to shift after I fell asleep and thought i was just having super lucid dreams.
I had this one reality I would always go back to. It was a better OR but I had wings and would fly around all day. It was absolutely epic
Anyone else have similar experiences before they understood what shifting was??
And then I shifted back and didn't try shifting again for another month. I'm still kinda traumatized 😭😭
I posted a little bit about my most recent ride but I'm just so proud of how far we've come.
The first two videos are from a year ago. This was when we were at a really toxic and neglectful place, so neither of us were in good headspaces. Dandy was trained and ridden most of his life by the "show him who's boss", "hit him if he's refusing", "break them to regular work at two" kind of people and he's showing how that's affected him in these two videos.
He's throwing his head because he used to get his mouth yanked by the bit (I don't ever ride him in his bridle anymore because of that) and he's straight out refusing to canter.
After some work not only making riding more enjoyable for him but also listening to what he says and trying to make him happier, he's more than willing to canter for me. Sometimes he'll even take me to his favorite spots and offer to canter because he's being silly and running around.
I'm so happy with the progress and so proud of this boy 🫶🏻🫶🏻
I have a senior and he's doing well physically, but I don't want to push him mentally either.
I feel as though he isn't done with being ridden yet, he still has a lot of energy, is willing to be ridden, doesn't show signs of pain or stress- but I often convince myself that I'm riding him and he's miserable. I keep feeling awful because what if he's telling me he's done but I'm pushing him unaware that he's ready to retire just because I don't want it to end?
I'm overthinking it a lot and would like other peoples experiences
I'm terrified. I start in five days. Tips and advice would be appreciated. Or just support would work too 😭
This is Gracelet. Yes, that's her legal name. That's what happens when you give an eight year old and 12 year old the ability to name their first ever pet. We adopted her as a kitten and my brother had the great idea of naming her Gracelet because "she has bracelets on her leg but Bracelet isn't a name! So let's call her Gracelet!"
Anyways, we never call her that unless she's in trouble so here's her normal nicknames:
- chickawack: (I couldn't pronounce kitty cat as a kid and would instead say chickawack!!" So that's her family nickname now
- grace
- chick/chicky
-chicken
- chickadee
-porkchop (she used to be fat and looked like a pork chop
- kitten girl
- boo
- booey (yes, like the floaty things but it isn't really a reference to that)
Put pictures of your kittens and what their names and nicknames are!!!
Bawled my eyes out the second I saw this field again. A year and a half ago it had three beautiful faces, waiting for me at the gate. The sickness in my stomach once I saw how neglected it looks now makes me want to curl in a ball.
Oh my babies. I miss you so much
The answer you click will tell me the reason you feel as though you're a therian. If you aren't completely sure, just check the closest one.
I personally was my theirotype(s) in past lives and will be in future ones! Curious to see y'all's!
Thought I'd do a video of guess which ones the original sound but it's too obvious because my vocals aren't that good so I just put my vocals over videos as a horse therian!! Thought it'd be fun!!
Having an old heat horse sucks. This is Dandy, he turned 26 this year. I'm so lucky that he's still going strong but I'm constantly afraid of losing him like I did our last two boys.
We lost one of his old pasture mates, Kevy, very suddenly and I couldn't say goodbye. April 18th, 2025 I got the call that they found him unable to stand and in a lot of pain. They put him down without telling me first. They didn't even let me come say goodbye. I just got the call that afternoon that he was gone. I still feel so guilty because I hadn't seen him in a month since I was so busy.
Two months later, we lost Dandys brother, Gambler, to Cushing's and arthritis complications.
Now I'm constantly terrified to lose my baby. I'm constantly terrified to get that phone call again, this time about my whole world. Kevy and gambler were my babies too and I love them to death but they never clicked with me like Danny does.
We've done so much together. He was the first horse I jumped, the first horse I ever rode when I was introduced to western, and the first horse I rode when I was gifted an English saddle for my 16th birthday. For the last 12 years I've seen him almost every day.
He's my world. I just can't help but think of all the things I wish we could do. I wish I could take him with me when I move. I wish we could have shown together. I wish I could take him when I make my barn and yard. I wish I could show everyone the horse that started this passion.
But he's old now, and the older he gets the more I'm reminded we have limited time and that one day, I'll have to say goodbye for the last time
Not "see you tomorrow, sweet boy" but "see you in another life". One day I'll throw my leg over for the last time, hear him nicker to me for the last time, put his halter on for the last time.
I'm not ready for this to end and I'm so heartbroken that he's getting older and I have to face the fact he's going to leave me one day.
(P.s, if you're going to respond by saying "it's weird to fantasize about his death" (something someone actually said) or anything along those lines, don't comment.)
Having an old heat horse sucks. This is Dandy, he turned 26 this year. I'm so lucky that he's still going strong but I'm constantly afraid of losing him like I did our last two boys.
We lost one of his old pasture mates, Kevy, very suddenly and I couldn't say goodbye. April 18th, 2025 I got the call that they found him unable to stand and in a lot of pain. They put him down without telling me first. They didn't even let me come say goodbye. I just got the call that afternoon that he was gone. I still feel so guilty because I hadn't seen him in a month since I was so busy.
Two months later, we lost Dandys brother, Gambler, to Cushing's and arthritis complications.
Now I'm constantly terrified to lose my baby. I'm constantly terrified to get that phone call again, this time about my whole world. Kevy and gambler were my babies too and I love them to death but they never clicked with me like Danny does.
We've done so much together. He was the first horse I jumped, the first horse I ever rode when I was introduced to western, and the first horse I rode when I was gifted an English saddle for my 16th birthday. For the last 12 years I've seen him almost every day.
He's my world. I just can't help but think of all the things I wish we could do. I wish I could take him with me when I move. I wish we could have shown together. I wish I could take him when I make my barn and yard. I wish I could show everyone the horse that started this passion.
But he's old now, and the older he gets the more I'm reminded we have limited time and that one day, I'll have to say goodbye for the last time
Not "see you tomorrow, sweet boy" but "see you in another life". One day I'll throw my leg over for the last time, hear him nicker to me for the last time, put his halter on for the last time.
I'm not ready for this to end and I'm so heartbroken that he's getting older and I have to face the fact he's going to leave me one day.
(P.s, if you're going to respond by saying "it's weird to fantasize about his death" (something someone actually said) or anything along those lines, don't comment.)
I have some questions and I thought it would be best to ask Native Americans.
For some context, I grew up with Native friends and family and around the culture. Because of this, I deeply believe in a lot of the beliefs and have participated in a lot of cultural events of my family's tribe. So I guess I wanted to ask, is it offensive to say "I believe this because of my culture" (my culture meaning the culture I was raised in ) or is there a better word to use for this?
As a long time supporter I love reminiscing about all the nostalgic videos and jokes from the past
EDIT: I didn't ask for suggestions y'all. This is partly personal because I added old nostalgic bits from older videos and things that make me think of him. Plus this is a very small thing to work with. If you think I missed something you want to add, make your own PLEASE 😭😭
I'm getting so tired.
Just recently I had a really bad episode triggered by my heart condition that almost sent me to the ER. After half a decade of struggling with this, I thought she was starting to listen to me.
A few days ago I was struggling with an episode triggered by the heat and needed to sit down. My mom was upset that I wasn't helping and I explained that I'm not doing well and that I need to rest for a moment as I was starting to lose my vision and have fully passed out from this before
Her response was "yeah well I'm tired to" and I told her how HER tired and MY tired aren't the same.
She gets tired like a normal person, I get tired because my heart doesn't beat right and constantly risks me fainting at the least (heart failure, stroke and cardiac arrest are among the more dangerous side effects)
She then started ranting about how I've been sluggish and dragging my feet all day when I was edging 200bpm from just simple house chores and trying not to lose consciousness
I'm so tired, y'all. Physically and mentally. I don't know how much worse I have to get before she takes me seriously.
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Silly Danny looking very beautiful with the gorgeous sceneryyyy... Just to show his horsey nature and get spooked at absolutely nothing 😂
I wouldn't change him though