I find it easy to ask other people for help. I am a very talkative person and I have no qualms sharing my life’s tragedies with others, but I find it extremely hard and painful to actually ask for help. Earlier today, my aunt talked to me to ask the the state of my affairs. And it was totally uncomfortable for me. I was close to tears. Yes, I have problems, and although I cannot really handle them all by myself, I do not ask for help.
I do not ask for help because almost always it comes with a price. Yes, I know I messed up, I’ve been stupid and careless and whatnot… I don’t need you to tell me all that. If you want to help, then by all means help me, but don’t do it just so you can earn the right to yell at me, and talk about me, and criticize me, and make me a cautionary tale to others.
I know I am not really a Queen, not Wonder Woman, and I cannot always be just strong and independent. I recognize that there are times such as now that I badly need other people’s help. But I’d rather not ask for it. It’s not about pride, it’s not wanting to be discussed about.
If you insist on helping, thank you very much! But I won’t ask for it.
It wouldn’t hurt to ask for help sometimes. I recognize that since time immemorial you’ve had problems, but I also think that it’s high time you dealt with them rather than always trying to escape them. Because honestly, that’s all you’ve been doing. Sometimes you should realize that there are people out there willing to help you including that aunt of ours, but you end up resenting them. We can’t read your mind Ria. Seriously, this whole “I won’t ask for help” thing is just all about you not willing to change for the better and not blame yourself for it. You’re not getting any younger you know. If you don’t want our help, at the very least try to help yourself then.
I dont like asking for help, either. It makes me uncomfortable, not being able to reign control over certain things. Bleargh. But I know my limits and I know when to ask for help, and from whom.
On the contrary, I think it is pride.
I think it roots from the fact that you’ve seen yourself as an independent achiever ever since day one and it humiliates you to even begin to imagine asking for help. That’s why you get close to tears.
You never needed anyone when you were in school… why would you need someone to help you in real life?