Ever since I was eight, I was self-reliant. My mother was a single mother and an alcoholic, which pretty much ensured that was how I would turn out… I realized recently that one of the reasons that I have trouble asking for and accepting help is that I learned at an early age that the only person that I could rely on was myself. And ever since then, I was always there when I needed me.
One of the lessons from the stroke was that I needed to learn how to ask for help, and how to accept it when offered. I’m not sure that I’ve fully learned that lesson yet but at my reunion tonight, I let Flora help me fill my dinner plate at the buffet and didn’t object when Tom helped get my coat off and get me arranged in my chair at the table.
It doesn’t sound like much but it seemed much more natural tonight than before. Maybe I am learning my lesson. 🙂