Sorry, I had to continue the Simon & Garfunkel lyric from the the title of the prompt. Asking for help is difficult for me, it always has been. I suffer from something I call “FoF” — “Fear of Failure.” I never raised my hand in class to answer a question unless I was 100% certain that my answer was the right answer. I didn’t want to give the wrong one and thus look embarrassed and humiliated in front of my classmates. If I was having a hard time understanding something, I’d force myself to figure it out alone before I asked a classmate or the teacher for help. I don’t know if it was a pride thing or what, but it made me feel stupid to have to ask for help when everyone else in the class seemed to pick it up with ease. It’s a wonder I managed to graduate from grammar school, high school, and college with good grades, given how averse to asking for help I was. I still am, even as an adult. I will drive myself spare figuring it out by myself before I finally break down and ask someone else to assist me. It irritates my friends/family, because they don’t understand what my hang-up about it is, but the most I can ever tell them is I enjoy being as self-sufficient as I can.
I’m weird, I guess. LOL