My dad put me up on a horse when I was 2. I rode a lot as a kid and a teenager. Then life got in the way and I went 30 years without riding. I finally decided I wanted a horse and yes I'm one of those who went about it the wrong way. The horse I bought was way too green for me. We did okay until I managed to get myself dumped off. Thankfully I wasn't hurt badly (I don't bounce like I used to) but it was a real shock to my confidence.
Once I was able to ride again (about 4 weeks later), I found I was afraid to get on my Paint's back. The lady who boarded him for me, suggested I start on her 16 year old well broke QH mare, so I did. Any time the horse tested me, and they know when you test you, I bailed. I was ashamed of myself for being so afraid.
So the woman who owned the horse got on her and really tested her to see what the mare would do when someone didn't bail from her. The worst the mare would do was a half-rear, then give up. Well I was bailing at the half-rear. The next time I rode her, she decided she didn't want to go down the road and balked, then half-reared. Though my mind was screaming for me to bail, I knew if I did then I might as well give up ever riding horses again. I waited out the half-rear and drove the mare forward and sure enough, she gave up and kept going.
A small part of confidence was lit within me that day and I managed to for the most part overcome a lot of my fear by riding that mare. Unfortunately, the woman and mare moved and I was faced with riding my own horse again. Come to find out, I was never able to get over getting dumped by him and I finally sold him to someone more experienced with green horses and bought a 14 year old, see it, done it QH mare.
Though I was sad to see my Paint go, he's happy, I'm happy and letting him go was the best thing for me and him.
"When you're young and you fall off a horse, you may break something. When you're my age, you splatter." -- Roy Rogers