No I’m not being defensive at all, I don’t have much to be defensive about! I just said that whilst individual turnout is ok for some, it isn’t for others including my own.
He long reins beautifully and listens fully to my voice, it was a pleasure doing it today with him.
The lunging is another story altogether. When I viewed him I asked to see him lunged, he went round once on each rein in trot and that was it. I stupidly didn’t ask for any more.
I used to lunge him twice a week when I bought him, it became obvious that he had no idea what he was doing, so I taught him nice calm transitions and he was doing really well. I then moved to this yard and when I lunged him for the first time he pissed off as the horses in the field next door were having a run around and he went to join them. I physically couldn’t hold him after skiing for a few metres so let go! I got him back and made him walk, trot and canter on each rein and left it at that on a good note.
Then the yard manager asked me how it went, I laughed and said fine but he pissed off and explained what happened. She said oh dear, next time you lunge I’ll give you a hand. Ok says I naively. The next week I went to lunge again, she criticised every single thing I did. The way I was standing, the way I was talking, and took over without giving me a choice (she’s never constructive with her criticism). Told me he pissed off because I was giving him the wrong aids and doing it all wrong. YM is very abrupt, she lunged him and he turned into a bucking bronco, he needs to be handled very firmly but sensitively. She’s firm but horrible with it. And so has led to our downward spiral with lunging. I haven’t lunged him myself since then due to my insecurities and being judged and told I’m doing it wrong. She completely took over. She’s very overbearing and me being non confrontational and quite quiet, couldn’t bring myself to say anything otherwise.
I used to lunge in bridle and clip the lunge line on the outside and pass it through. With no other gadgets, and he was fine.
I’m not going to tell you what she used to lunge him as I’m angry at myself for not telling her no, I don’t like you doing it that way.
As an aside, every time I got on to ride she would crank up my noseband and flash a hole so it was stupidly tight. I like it to be as it’s supposed to be. I don’t even like flashes, but she told me he has to be ridden in one.
Why the fuck am I so weak 
I can’t use a lunge whip with him, if he even catches sight of one on the yard he breaks free in a panic. Although saying that, he hasn’t done it for a while!
I don’t know where he was rescued from, I just know his appalling history from his previous owners.
I agree him being a tit on the lunge could be pain related, but I feel like I need to be in the correct environment to work out what’s going on, if that makes sense?
I’m going back to basics with him completely, lots of long reining, working on the lunge and walking and trotting. As well as speaking to my vet.
He can work beautifully from behind, just every now and then he goes on the forehand and leans. He used to do it constantly, but with lots of schooling and lessons it’s now only towards the end when he gets tired.
Thanks puppy 
I hate myself right now because the more I write, the more I realise how controlling she has been and how I’m in the mess because of her. Every single thing I did was wrong. What I fed, how much I fed, what tack I used (I wanted to try a string girth... oh no they’re old school and pointless, I wanted to try a Micklem... urgh they’re horrid things, I wanted to try a drop nose band... why would I do that, etc etc). If I bought anything new for him she’d ask me why I got it, if I tried out a new feed, she’d ask me why. If he muzzled my hood fur in an affectionate way she’d tell me he was walking all over me and I need to stop him doing it, if he rubs his face on me after I’ve taken his bridle off, he’s being over bearing and rude (no he’s sweating and has a fucking itch), if I use a certain shampoo, it’s the wrong one. She clipped his feathers off as I stood there and fucking watched. I said I might try some local fun showing, urgh I’d have to grow his feathers back and his mane, why would I do that. Every single fucking day
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And the best one so far, my instructor saying we could make it elementary dressage if I put in the work and continue as we are, in a few years time. She overhead and afterwards said it was a joke, he’d never be able to do that and don’t go thinking we’d get that far. I literally bit my tongue to stop myself crying. We honestly have come on so far together and we’re a good team, just this woman has ground me down into nothing and made me scared of my horse who in turn has become scared of life
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What a mess 