My friend Tara, 28, is pushing my wheelchair along a snowy sidewalk to a restaurant just before New Year’s.
“I know it’s great the way Tom helps you and never complains. Yet, I’m impressed that you’re not bothered by receiving help” she said.
Her comment reminded me that being comfortable accepting support can be an intricate affair.
My physical therapist (PT) taught me to resist asking for help when I became paralyzed at 18. My survival depended upon my competence and independence. Her concern was that I’d be alone, stuck in a tough situation and not know what to do. Asking for help was viewed as a last resort.