You are absolutely not alone, Carly. I drive myself (and my T, and my husband) crazy when I do the same thing.

For me, it has a lot to do with trying to live up to extremely high expectations of me as a child -- academically, physically, and emotionally. Asking for help was an admission of failure in my mind. The message I got was that I didn't NEED help with anything, so asking was an indication of laziness and weakness. I didn't feel I deserved the time and effort of those helping me because I didn't REALLY need it. Fact is sometimes I did and still do, but it's hard to override the voice in my head that says, "failure" and "those people are wasting their time helping you."

Naturally, I don't apply the same rules to anyone else.

So what does "needing help" mean to you? What did it mean when you were growing up? What kind of logic do you apply to yourself, but not to anyone else in need of help?

Best of luck