I was unaware of this thread but I'll throw in my story. Well I won't get into all the details but I am Bi-polar and have had issues with it for the past 30 years. I'm sure there are a few other issues lumped in but I just kind of ignore that.
I haven't been able to hold down a job in over 20 years. There are days where I wake up so depressed I question the point of waking up. But I have my pets and I have responsibilities.
Each of my parrots seem to have some sense of my mental state and will respond to me differently. On the days I start really depressed some are goofier, some are quieter and some are more affectionate. A few hours with them and my mood is better. They seem to have an idea on what will help the most.
A good example is my wife's bird Echo. We don't really get along the best. I have a few scars on my fingers to attest to that. Generally we ignore each other but on my bad days he is a different bird. He goes out of his way to get my attention by strutting on the back of my wife's chair or on the play gym. Once he has it he starts chattering away at me like he is lecturing me. For some reason it annoys the heck out of me and I will argue back. Sounds strange [I cry mentally ill!] but the interaction helps and he knows it.
Of all the different animals I have kept over the years, animals that would normally live in groups have had the most affect on my mental health. In my opinion they seem to have a better understanding of what to do to help.
I haven't been able to hold down a job in over 20 years. There are days where I wake up so depressed I question the point of waking up. But I have my pets and I have responsibilities.
Each of my parrots seem to have some sense of my mental state and will respond to me differently. On the days I start really depressed some are goofier, some are quieter and some are more affectionate. A few hours with them and my mood is better. They seem to have an idea on what will help the most.
A good example is my wife's bird Echo. We don't really get along the best. I have a few scars on my fingers to attest to that. Generally we ignore each other but on my bad days he is a different bird. He goes out of his way to get my attention by strutting on the back of my wife's chair or on the play gym. Once he has it he starts chattering away at me like he is lecturing me. For some reason it annoys the heck out of me and I will argue back. Sounds strange [I cry mentally ill!] but the interaction helps and he knows it.
Of all the different animals I have kept over the years, animals that would normally live in groups have had the most affect on my mental health. In my opinion they seem to have a better understanding of what to do to help.