Last week I wrote about learning to ask for help and I’ve been thinking a lot about that topic since. Why is it so difficult for so many of us to ask for help?
Mali made a great point in her comment:
“I used to think asking for help was a weakness. Now I realize that asking for help is often the hardest thing, and requires real strength and honesty and courage.”
It does take a lot of courage to ask for help, especially from people we care about or who know us as strong, independent women. I also think that often we know we need help, we just have no idea what we need and who to ask for it.
When I need help, I’m fortunate enough to have some true friends and understanding family members I can turn to. My friend C is a wizard at research. If I need informational support, I go to her. My friend K is an ace networker, so if I need to find someone who’s shared my experience, she would know someone who knows someone. If I need someone to be pragmatic, I call M. If I need someone to call me out on my BS, I plan lunch with SC. If I need a friend who’ll say nothing, but just give me a hug, J or C will do that, and if I need someone to commiserate on the injustices of life, SR is my go-to girl.
Mr. Fab is a fixer. If I tell him a problem, he’ll instantly go to work on a solution. But sometimes it’s not what I need. Sometimes I just want to talk and know that someone has heard me. Sometimes I just want someone to listen and say. “Aw, that sucks!”
For several years I would ask him for help and then get frustrated when he didn’t offer the kind of help I really wanted. Finally, I figured out that I needed to be specific. “I don’t need you to fix this; I just need to talk about it,” I told him. Even as I saw him register my request, I could sense that not trying to fix my problem went against his instinct. But when he saw that simply listening helped me to talk my way to my own solution, we both ended up getting what we needed.
Now, when I need to ask for someone’s help, I also try to be specific about exactly the kind of help I need, whether that’s feedback, a solution, or just someone to hand me Kleenex while I pour my heart out.
What have you learned about asking for help?
Finding support and learning to ask for help are just two of the topics covered in the new Road Map to Healing course. I’m sharing a little love right now and offering this course at a special “new program” rate until Valentine’s Day. If you’re looking for help in coming-to-terms with a “life without baby,” please consider joining me.
I learned from asking for help is who is able to give it, and who can’t. I have friends and family who get it and those that don’t and never will. Identifying the ones that don’t went a long way in healing because I could avoid them. And, by asking for help a few people surprised me with their understanding and knowing they were capable of it changed our relationship permanently for the better. My marriage also improved a lot after I started telling my husband what I needed from him.
I just had this discussion with my husband several days ago…that in order for him to help me through a rough day, I just needed him to listen. I didn’t need for him to fix it, or to tell me what I feel, but to just hear me out and let me vent. He did that and I felt so much better just having my feelings validated. Asking for help is an obstacle for me because I don’t easily share my feelings with many people. I think sometimes we take for granted that people should know what we are feeling, but unless we tell them, they just make assumptions.