How my pet rabbit helped me

I always wanted a pet dog. Mum hates dogs because when she was 4 years old a van pulled up at the park and the driver let a load of Greyhounds out of the back which ran towards her and knocked her over. Needless to say, this became a phobia of dogs which I, as an animal loving child could not understand and I became frustrated that my constant begging for a dog was not listened to.

When I was 15, things changed… well a bit! Although a dog was still my number one pet choice, I compromised and got a rabbit. Well two rabbits, but that’s a long story that doesn’t relate to this one. We named her Jenifer which is a Welsh name meaning ‘white wave’ which was an apt name given her white stripe which was wonky and looked a bit like a wave. Jenifer came along at a time in my life when I felt things would never get better.

I was living with undiagnosed autism, Tourette syndrome (I was in denial!) and severe mental health problems including depression, OCD, agoraphobia and anxiety disorder. At school I was routinely beaten up, spat on and called the ‘r’ word. It got to the point where I became suicidal as I was unable to communicate well about why I felt so bad. Jenifer changed everything. Whereas before I felt I had nothing to live for, I now had a little, fluffy life that depended on me.

We had intended to keep Jenifer outdoors, but she soon came into the house on a regular basis and became part of the family. She licked the tears off my face when I cried, nipped my hand when I was stroppy and flopped next to me when I was having a meltdown. She got lots of petting and cuddles in return. Even Mum, who had promised herself that there was no way she would love this rabbit, began to love her!

Jenifer helped in a way that no one had expected. She helped me to talk. Yes, I was verbal before I had Jenifer, but I rarely expressed my feelings or emotions through words, mostly echoing lines from whichever TV show I was interested in at the time or rattling off the names and statistics of all 150 Pokémon (Back when that was all there was!). I could now start a conversation with someone about Jenifer and as people often liked talking about pets, it was something that was seen as less ‘inappropriate’ than my Futurama obsession.

Unfortunately, Jenifer passed away when I was 23 years old, but I am always thankful to her for keeping me alive through those difficult years. My life now is shared with two rabbits; Barney and Lorenne and a hamster called Gandalf and though they aren’t as affectionate as Jenifer was, are all loveable in their own ways! Before you all run off to buy your own ‘Jenifer’, remember that pets are a huge responsibility and you may have to take over if your child (regardless of age!) gets bored.

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Jenifer my Black and White Dutch rabbit




4 thoughts on “How my pet rabbit helped me

  1. This is a great article! I like you have always wanted a dog, but couldn’t get one (due to my mom having allergies). However, when I was in high school I won a rabbit at a carnival and instantly fell in love with her. Eventually I would credit her for helping me get through my anxiety at times. When she had gotten older and sick, she needed constant checking up on and even though I struggle with severe anxiety, I knew I had to do the right thing and go and check on her. I believe that knowing she needed me gave me the strength to do something that would normally be rather difficult for me. Also, while I know it may seem silly, I always felt that I could talk to her about what I was going through and I really felt she had a strong spirit. She was such a kind animal. I’m happy that you were able to find comfort in your time of great difficulty!

    Also, I originally read this on The Mighty and have a question for you. Where did you get the contributor logo?

    1. Hi. I got the logo in an email from The Mighty team. If you are a contributor just email and ask for the link. You copy it onto a section of your blog’s front page. I can’t actually remember how I did it, I used a Youtube tutorial!

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