FireBird wrote:
I love animals and relate to them better than people most of the time. I see animals as non threatening but people are not to be trusted. I have 3 birds. One of them is a macaw. I love him but hate his screaming at 105 decibels. It hurts my ears! The macaw (he is named Tiny even though he is 40 inches) I believe is delusional because he tries to get me to bow to him. He also cries a lot or is manic at other times. I swear that he has bipolar 1!! he needs an anti psychotic and a mood stabilizer! he is also the cutest thing on Earth. The other 2 birds is a Amazon who thinks he is a dog so he is kind of delusional as well. The third bird is a Rock Pebbler and he is normal mentally except sometimes brain dead. Everyone in my house is mentally interesting including our pets!! I used to have a dog named Lady who helped me come far out of autism. She died several years ago. She basically saved my life. Before I got Lady (I named her Lady because back when I was 7 years old I was obsessed with the movie Lady and the Tramp) I never talked to anyone and had severely delayed language. Literally the next day after I got her I started to talk for the first time. I have been in magazines because of that story. One of the magazines i was in is called "Dog Fancy." If I didn't get the dog I probably wouldn't talk still and I am 28 years old. I went from nearly non verbal to talking 24 hours a day and at autism conferences about my story. I also started making eye contact because of the dog. I consider her a miracle from God. I have a problem with eye contact still in a way. Sometimes I make too much eye contact looking intensely into another's eyes and stare and other times when I am stressed I don't make any. At least its better than in the past when I didn't make ANY eye contact. Animals can truly be therapy and help people with problems. Lady helped me come out of autism far more than any therapist or psychologist did. Animals are great! I also draw animals because I love them so much.
Funny you say that. I adopted a dog when I was 12 when I had no friends at all. She became my best friend. She also taught me what love is. I hadno social reprocity before Annie. She taught me how to give back love and was the best friend in the world. However she lived a short life because my dad put her to sleep while I was in college because she kept peeing on the floor. B*st*rd.
She never liked him and would snarl at him if he came into my room while I was sleeping...good dog.
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