Hello.
I thought long and hard prior to posting this and have re-written this a total of five times now...and I'm still very unsure about posting this...but in the end, if I don't convey my situation to someone I feel like I'm going to burst and it's not going to help anyone, least of all my beautiful bird.
So, hello.
I'm new to this forum. I have a Congo African Grey. He's getting to be 6 months old now (still a very young one). I've had him for 3 months now, and my time with him has been a rollercoaster filled with joy and delight, seasoned with ample amounts of dread & anxiety.
I browsed through countless internet forums, just going through different discussions and chains, and I've landed myself here, as by far, I've found this one to be the most impartial when it comes to parrots and their care. I've read through several Q&A's on this forum, and feel that on this forum, you, as a community, truly care about the welfare and well-being of any and all parrots, regardless of situation. Thus, why I've decided to approach you with my matter. My apologies for this vomiting of words.
A bit of back-tracking:
Growing up I always lived in a household filled with birds of different breeds and kinds (Cockatoo, Cockatiels, Budgies, Congo African Grey, different to the one I've got). I adored the birds we had and helped take care of them when I got a little older, and were they just the most wonderful creatures!
And our CAG, he was my mother's. He got on with all of us in the house, but no one but my mother was allowed (by the bird) to touch him. And still, I adored that bird. I talked to him, helped my mother make food for him, helped clean his cage, taught him songs, interacted with him as far as he would allow.
In 2009, I, along with the rest of my family, had to move, and at that time we lived in Africa.
Naturally, as CITES is strict on the import/export of this very species of bird, we had to leave him behind, to our heartbreak. 6 years later and my mother grieves over him still, and I don't blame her. He was a wonderful creature! The rest of the birds have died due to old age (my mother mostly adopted birds instead of buying them as babies, with the exception of a couple of budgies) except the Cockatoo, who found a loving forever home.
Now, steering back to the present day. I currently live in the UK.
Initially, I'd like to outline that my parrot was not an impulse buy.
I moved here 3 years ago, and along the line thought that I would really like a bird. But I knew nothing about birds and I was very hesitant, as I knew they can be quite a handful. So I researched. It took me 2 years from that though of "I would really like a bird" to actually make it a reality.
I set my heart on an African Grey (in retrospect, I'm not surprised by my option). And now I have a beautiful, friendly African Grey. There's nothing wrong with him. I'm simply beginning to think that I'm a very big problem in this bird's life, and eventually, I'm afraid we'll both end up very unhappy.
Let me elaborate:
I've been suffering from severe depression for a vast amount of years. I've been a self-harm victim for many years. I've previously attempted to commit suicide (my apologies if this strikes a nerve in anyone, I don't write this in for sympathy...I'm sure if you carry on reading, you will understand why mentioning this is a vital piece of information).
I "got better" about a year ago, and hadn't cut myself for a year! I hadn't had suicidal thoughts for even longer, which I found a mission impossible accomplished.
This year, unfortunately, it's all started to creep back in. Heavily.
At first, I didn't realize it entirely. I was too enthralled by the beautiful and kind creature I'd brought into my home. Now that I look 3 months back, I see that at that time, I got the parrot "to comfort me" when I felt awful on the inside. My intentions might've been good to start with, but I'm beginning to see that I got this parrot for the wrong reasons entirely. And it's eating away at me.
This perky little twitter is very active and very needy. He won't "do his own thing", although, for him, being glued to my arm 24/7 probably is "doing his own thing".
At first, it soothed me (in a sense, to be loved so much by anything at all is a truly wonderful feeling). But now, I can't stand him. And it bothers me!
I feel smothered by his constant need for affection/attention, and feel a true feeling of dread walking into my room (currently, my room is the only place I can keep him) and have found myself avoiding and making mental excuses not to go into and to stay out of the room. And it's awful because I do genuinely care for him and would like to satisfy his need for affection/attention, but at the same time, keeping honest to myself, a velcro-bird is too much for me and it makes me very anxious (something I never thought I'd say...birds have always had the opposite effect in me...there truly is a first time for everything). Whereas I thought having a parrot keep me company would give me so much joy, and though it has, it has also triggered my self-harm binge...and in the extent of my being, I am very unhappy. In my own home, I feel trapped.
And in my heart, as much as it hurts to admit, I know I can not offer him the kind of attention and affection he needs all the time, and that just, in my view isn't fair on the parrot. And he shrieks shrill cries every time I even remotely motion towards the door...actually, it's escalated to shrill cries every time he doesn't get attention. Don't get me wrong, I don't neglect him. He's out at least 4 hours a day, gets to fly around the room. I started clicker training him at first, but had to stop as he exhibited a non-stop baby begging behavior (which neighbors didn't take too kindly to...). He's stopped that now. He gets pellets and fresh fruit and veg and forages for seeds and nuts. He doesn't like to play with toys, though he knows how to (I've watched him through a mirror/through the curtain his cage is behind). He likes to chew and rip up things, but he gets bored of this very quickly. He'd rather be on me (around me doesn't suffice. He flies to my office chair if I'm sat at it and nudges me with his foot for attention. Bless his little heart!) And when he's not begging for my attention/when I'm out of the room, he just sits there, like icing on a cake. As soon as I turn to even look at him, he rushes to catch that glimpse of attention. And I don't blame him...I can feel my little efforts are next to nothing to feed his needs. I feel that in the long run, he might grow up to be anxious bird, much like myself...and this terrifies me!
Whereas I know I have my own problems to sort out and deal with, and as guilty as I feel, I'm beginning to feel like he is a burden in my life and I really don't think I can keep him at the cost of his and my mental well-being...and this makes me want to cry!
I've been severely thinking about rehoming him. But I feel cruel even thinking about it. And guilty. So very guilty and ashamed!
I do feel he has a good chance of finding a loving forever home as he's very tame and affectionate, albeit demanding (although, this could be an injustice my brain is doing to this bird as I can not cope with him personally) and he is still young and hopefully, adaptable.
If you've gotten this far with this post, thank you so much for taking the time to "listen" to the situation. I'm honestly at a cross-roads and am not sure what to think or do...I'm not sure what the right way to go about this situation is. Any advice, feedback, opinions are more than welcome. I am looking out for my bird's best interests, and as much as it would leave a hole in my heart (exactly the size of an African Grey) to rehome him, I genuinely do think it might be the best option.
As much as I love him, I feel that as a person I need to change and be happy with myself first before I can offer love and affection to this truly wonderful creature...





