Everyone needs a little help sometimes. Just admit it. After living alone for about 10 years it is taking a little adjustment to letting my husband (we've been married about a year & a half) help me with those things that in the gallant and chivalrous world are more do-able by a man. Now, don't go off on me on the equality thing! I was so accustomed to doing it all by myself (yes, I did have help from family for those big things like moving, etc.) that I would forget that I had someone taller and stronger and sometimes more mechanical than me to accomplish those type of tasks. A good example is our pool filter and vacuum. After a little over a month of my struggling to make the thing work my husband convinced me that I should let him help me. How did he do this? By reminding me that he worked on mechanical type "stuff" and I worked on computer type stuff.
When do I avoid asking for help? That is usually when I've been the one to break it. I'm learning more and more each day to allow others to help me. It is still sometimes uncomfortable. One task is carrying my own luggage. My mom said once that if I packed it then I carried it. That has stuck in my head and to this day I feel guilty if someone carries my luggage for me. If it's my briefcase, which is super heavy, then a part of me is relieved but the other part is super guilty!

How do you feel about help?