For most individuals, asking for help can be a simple task. Unfortunately, for myself, it has always and continues to be extremely difficult. As I reflect on the reasons behind that, I can pin point to my childhood. Growing up I quickly learned to not ask my parents or anyone for anything. I choose to live invisibly in my own little world. That habit continued into my adulthood, but it is something I am working on every day. In the fall off 2015, I transferred to CSULA to continue my education. Prior to transferring I had a big dilemma to face, I had to ask for help. It has been said that, ‘it takes a village to raise a child’, and at that point of my life, it became evident. On August 2015, at the age of 28, I decided to ask my mother for help. In order to complete my education, I was going to need her help, in caring for my two children. …show more content…
Asking for help makes me feel like I am burdening that person. I feel like I owe that person something in returned for that favor. I am worried that I will receive a no for an answer. If I get a no for an answer, I have a crying breakdown, and tell myself that I should have not asked. I avoid at all cost to ask for help. I choose to struggle alone than to ask for help. A simple task of asking for directions or help with finding something at a grocery story is a difficult task. The fact that it was my mother did not change my feelings. I can recall the countless times I decided to not ask. I would plan what I would say, play it in my head, but in the end, did not have to courage to say it. Figuring out when it was the appropriate time to ask was difficult. Finally, after numerous attempts I was able to ask if she would watch my children, while I was in class. She said yes, which I already knew she would. The only negative part, was knowing that my mother wouldn’t say no even if she wanted to. A part of me wished that she would have offered to help me instead of me