pigsforlife
Mama Doe
I am really sorry. What a horrible situation to be in.
I totally get where you are coming from here. In 07/08 I suffered from depression and an anxiety disorder. Not bipolar but still crippling. So many people didn't think I had anything wrong with me because it wasn't something they could see visibly, yet inside I was suffering. It was in late 07 that I got the guinea pigs, and they were seriously my rock. No-one else cared for them, they were mine and if I did something stupid - they would have no-one to care for them (I am very particular with how my animals are cared for). At one of the lowest points in my life, I got a bub Ella - she was my saviour. She was sickly so needed around the clock care, I KNEW she needed me so made myself get out of bed and take her to vet appointments etc. When she was better, it was the yearn to see her grow up that helped. I didn't want to do something to myself and then not be able to see her blossom.
During this time, I had to move back in with the parents for numerous reason. Dad was totally against the guinea pigs being indoors and originally forced me to put them outdoors. This only made my anxiety disorder worse as I would totally stress myself out about their safety. In the end I moved them into my room. It was my room, with the door shut and no-one could ever tell they were in there so he didn't have a problem (but he did when they out visibly in the family room -- fair enough I spose). It was also my money, and so I was also therefore entitled to spend it on whatever I wanted - this was something I had to point out to him on several occasions.
Anyway, I really sympathise with your situation. Hopefully you can work out something
As selfish as it sounds, the rabbits are a huge help with coping with my illness. In a depressive episode the only think keeping me going is my rabbits, knowing they need me no matter what. When I'm in a manic episode, the rabbits are my anchor to reality. I need them almost as much as they need me, they're my priority. I can't risk them living in a garden and shed that could kill them! There's no compromise either way, if at least I could rabbitify the shed I might be able to handle it, but no, I'm not allowed. There's nowhere in the garden I can put a fold-up run to keep them away from the plants either (The garden is full of ivy, wisteria, and we keep getting neighbour's cats in and there's even foxes around now)
I totally get where you are coming from here. In 07/08 I suffered from depression and an anxiety disorder. Not bipolar but still crippling. So many people didn't think I had anything wrong with me because it wasn't something they could see visibly, yet inside I was suffering. It was in late 07 that I got the guinea pigs, and they were seriously my rock. No-one else cared for them, they were mine and if I did something stupid - they would have no-one to care for them (I am very particular with how my animals are cared for). At one of the lowest points in my life, I got a bub Ella - she was my saviour. She was sickly so needed around the clock care, I KNEW she needed me so made myself get out of bed and take her to vet appointments etc. When she was better, it was the yearn to see her grow up that helped. I didn't want to do something to myself and then not be able to see her blossom.
During this time, I had to move back in with the parents for numerous reason. Dad was totally against the guinea pigs being indoors and originally forced me to put them outdoors. This only made my anxiety disorder worse as I would totally stress myself out about their safety. In the end I moved them into my room. It was my room, with the door shut and no-one could ever tell they were in there so he didn't have a problem (but he did when they out visibly in the family room -- fair enough I spose). It was also my money, and so I was also therefore entitled to spend it on whatever I wanted - this was something I had to point out to him on several occasions.
Anyway, I really sympathise with your situation. Hopefully you can work out something