Monday, April 28, 2014

Adventures in Hippotherapy

You might think hippotherapy is some bizarre form of exercise with highly dangerous two-ton water cows. You would be wrong.

Even though it is not called equitherapy, it has to do with horses. Some kind of Latin thing. If only the Romans were around to explain.

Nonetheless.

Behold! Malachi having the time of his life on said horse! He absolutely loved it!




…Until the third week when I got the crazy notion that I could leave him with the therapist for 10 seconds while I wandered over to my seat on the sidelines. Then he totally freaked out. To this day I have no idea why. Did he suddenly realize how tall the horse was? Did the therapist inadvertently do something wrong?

Perhaps he could just tell that I was headed on the next plane to Caracas to leave all this behind and live out my days on a sun-bleached plantation as a salsa baroness. Or lime queen. Potato contessa? Where is Caracas again?

Anyway, for whatever reason, he totally freaked and wanted absolutely nothing to do with riding horses. Petting them, reading their name tags off stalls and harnesses, feeding them carrots and giggling at how slobbery they got, sure. Who doesn't like a good slobber? But riding them? What kind of demented mind came up with that?

It took us four weekly visits — during which we mostly just did assisted yoga and some occupational therapy stuff — to get him back to his happy place. By then the term was over. This, by the way, was a term that it took us eight months of poor communication and bad luck to get signed up for.

So. That was that until such time that we decide to try it again.

Which I think we will. Because. You know. I'm crazy.


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4 comments:

  1. Interesting that friends just told me about this, yesterday. Her daughter didn't walk until almost 3 years old, and riding horses helped her muscles adapt to enable walking. The therapy changed as the child's body "loosened-up"... one type horse/saddle was used at beginning, then others as she progressed. Want to tell Thaddeus about it, but... one of the therapy-riding stables just closed, here. They have trouble being profitable. ???

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  2. We're getting K back on the horse today, after more than a year off. We'll see how it goes at this new place.

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  3. Hippotherapy is a greek word: (H)ippos (ίππος) is the ancient greek word for the horse. In modern greek the horse is called "άλογο" (alogo) but we still use the root ''ippos'' in words like "ιππασία" (ιppassia) which means ''riding'', "ιππότης'' (ιππότης) which means ''knight'' (because knights ride horses) etc.
    therapy (θεραπεία) is the greek ancient and modern word for ''cure'' or ''treatment"
    Enough with the etymology.
    I believe that ippotherapy is really helpful. Hippocrates, the famous ancient Greek doctor, recommended it for a lot of conditions.
    But maybe 3,5 is a little too soon to start. Here in Greece, a child with special needs must be at least 4 to accept him/her for hippotherapy and 6,5 for a typical child to start riding lessons.

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  4. Hi there, came across your blog whilst googling my midwife. Would just like to say hello from a fraternal twin who has CP. Hello!

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