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TLDR: looking for advice over extreme anxiety from getting a new bird; tips for adjusting or dealing with thoughts of rehoming
Hey all! I’m new to this forum and am not sure I’m posting in the right place. I’ve been lurking for a while, but navigating from the home is still taking some getting used to lol. I posted in this forum and not behavior, bc this is abt my anxiety and not the birds.
Anyhow- I’ve wanted budgies for years, and have been researching them for that long. I didn’t plan on getting them anytime soon though. However, two weeks back I met this precious budgie at my local pet store. He was friendly and responsive and bubbly, and his story just melted my heart. He had been there for five months and nobody adopted him. They kept getting more budgies in the hopes he’d go out as a pair, but the others just kept getting adopted and not him. After talking it over with my roommate and getting their consent to have him in the house, I decided to go get him. It was impulsive in a sense, but to me it just felt like I was taking an opportunity to finally have my dream pet with a special bird that needs me.
I’ve always struggled with anxiety- and I mean bad anxiety. Pets have always improved my quality of life and made me feel calmer, despite sometimes feeling nervous or obsessive about their care. I’ve had hamsters, fish, reptiles, and dogs mainly. Each of them bring comfort and peace to my room. I love watching them and being near them. I haven’t felt the same having Ernest in my space.
The evening I brought Ernest (my budgie home) I was immediately hit with one of the biggest anxiety attacks I’ve had in a long time. I went into full fight or flight, and after forcing myself to sit in the room with him until his bedtime bc I felt bad for him, I had to sit outside for an hour to calm down.
It’s not anything he’s doing really. He was nervous on the first day, but had quickly warmed up. He’s not as friendly as before obviously, because he’s still settling in, but he’s exploring his 30x18x18 cage, flying a round in there, and eating/drinking. Just something abt his presence unsettles me. I thought I was prepared for the noise (as I’ve researched for so long and visited him for weeks before I got him) but the random bouts of screaming (his flock call or when he gets startled by something outside) startle me and put me on edge. Also just the constant motion and flapping gives me anxiety that I would have never expected to have. I can’t stand being in the room with him for longer than 10 minutes without the anxiety getting to be too much.
It’s day three, and I’ve spent the last few days crying, stressing, and feeling sick to my stomach. The thought of giving him the best care possible feels daunting, as I know he needs a friend (I’m out all day 4 days a week for work) a bigger cage, and daily enrichment. All of these things seemed like fun tasks in theory, but now that I’m faced with them I feel so overwhelmed. The thought of bringing another bird into the home, while also having to go through the quarantine process, feels endlessly anxiety inducing. Especially because of the fact at I’m responding to Ernie. Ernest is perfect and sweet and everything I dreamed of, so idk why I feel this way. The only thing that comforts me is reminding myself I can return him, which makes me feel like a monster after all he’s been through.
Essentially, I am looking for advice from any other anxiety disorder peeps out there: is this something that will get better? Will I adjust to his unpredictable sounds and movement? Should I try and give it a week and see if I feel the same? The thought of doing that is very daunting, but I feel like if I can just figure out how to chill out I’d enjoy him so much. It’s just at this point I don’t really feel joy around him, just pressure. I worry abt my roommates candles killing him (she lives downstairs and lights them on occasion in her room; Ernie has an air purifier right by his cage for him to help). I worry he’s gunna get chilly and die. I worry he’s spending all day in his cage miserable. I know I sound insane, but I’m hoping to get some clarity from other people who have maybe been through this
Hey all! I’m new to this forum and am not sure I’m posting in the right place. I’ve been lurking for a while, but navigating from the home is still taking some getting used to lol. I posted in this forum and not behavior, bc this is abt my anxiety and not the birds.
Anyhow- I’ve wanted budgies for years, and have been researching them for that long. I didn’t plan on getting them anytime soon though. However, two weeks back I met this precious budgie at my local pet store. He was friendly and responsive and bubbly, and his story just melted my heart. He had been there for five months and nobody adopted him. They kept getting more budgies in the hopes he’d go out as a pair, but the others just kept getting adopted and not him. After talking it over with my roommate and getting their consent to have him in the house, I decided to go get him. It was impulsive in a sense, but to me it just felt like I was taking an opportunity to finally have my dream pet with a special bird that needs me.
I’ve always struggled with anxiety- and I mean bad anxiety. Pets have always improved my quality of life and made me feel calmer, despite sometimes feeling nervous or obsessive about their care. I’ve had hamsters, fish, reptiles, and dogs mainly. Each of them bring comfort and peace to my room. I love watching them and being near them. I haven’t felt the same having Ernest in my space.
The evening I brought Ernest (my budgie home) I was immediately hit with one of the biggest anxiety attacks I’ve had in a long time. I went into full fight or flight, and after forcing myself to sit in the room with him until his bedtime bc I felt bad for him, I had to sit outside for an hour to calm down.
It’s not anything he’s doing really. He was nervous on the first day, but had quickly warmed up. He’s not as friendly as before obviously, because he’s still settling in, but he’s exploring his 30x18x18 cage, flying a round in there, and eating/drinking. Just something abt his presence unsettles me. I thought I was prepared for the noise (as I’ve researched for so long and visited him for weeks before I got him) but the random bouts of screaming (his flock call or when he gets startled by something outside) startle me and put me on edge. Also just the constant motion and flapping gives me anxiety that I would have never expected to have. I can’t stand being in the room with him for longer than 10 minutes without the anxiety getting to be too much.
It’s day three, and I’ve spent the last few days crying, stressing, and feeling sick to my stomach. The thought of giving him the best care possible feels daunting, as I know he needs a friend (I’m out all day 4 days a week for work) a bigger cage, and daily enrichment. All of these things seemed like fun tasks in theory, but now that I’m faced with them I feel so overwhelmed. The thought of bringing another bird into the home, while also having to go through the quarantine process, feels endlessly anxiety inducing. Especially because of the fact at I’m responding to Ernie. Ernest is perfect and sweet and everything I dreamed of, so idk why I feel this way. The only thing that comforts me is reminding myself I can return him, which makes me feel like a monster after all he’s been through.
Essentially, I am looking for advice from any other anxiety disorder peeps out there: is this something that will get better? Will I adjust to his unpredictable sounds and movement? Should I try and give it a week and see if I feel the same? The thought of doing that is very daunting, but I feel like if I can just figure out how to chill out I’d enjoy him so much. It’s just at this point I don’t really feel joy around him, just pressure. I worry abt my roommates candles killing him (she lives downstairs and lights them on occasion in her room; Ernie has an air purifier right by his cage for him to help). I worry he’s gunna get chilly and die. I worry he’s spending all day in his cage miserable. I know I sound insane, but I’m hoping to get some clarity from other people who have maybe been through this
