I work with animals. I'll do anything, but my specialism is the big hoofy type - 'ungulates' - cows best of all.
I'm a masking autistic, which dr tony attwood articulates as someone who CAN communicate very well with other humans, but it's not done via instinct as with a neurotypical person; it's learnt behaviour, a conscious act/role. It's tiring to do, though i do enjoy using that skill.
With animals, it's different. With them, there is no ambiguity and i can operate via instinct, so its easy and relaxing to do, comforting, even. I didnt grow up with stock, but when i finally got my hands on some it came so easily to me that my teachers thought i had. Within weeks of starting, those who'd said i'd kill animals in my care through ignorance were begging me to care for theirs.
It's REAL. It's blood, sweat, tears, fear, birth, death, pain, dirt. I stay up all night, i get shotblasted by hail, burnt by sun, soaked to the skin. I go without food, hold my pee, get kicked, gored, bitten, bruised and broken. I get tested. I like that.