So I was reading a post on a blog today from Thanksgiving and it made me want to not only share it but also talk a little about my views on the subject. So this is my “belated Thanksgiving” post. What am I thankful for? Well, not MS, but what I have learned from the disease I don’t think I could have learned any other way, so I am thankful for the knowledge and wisdom it has brought me. It has helped me appreciate things I took for granted, it has shown me who my true friends are, it has helped me see what is really important to me in life, and many other things of the sort. As well, if not for this blog (that was only started after I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis) I would have never met my girlfriend who has shown me an entirely different and new world. Would I relive any of my horrible MS experiences like my physical rehab stay? Hell no! Would I change it if I could though? No… It had definitely shaped me into a person I was not before and though I am far from perfect at the moment, I think the foundation for happiness has been set.
So read the following post on BBH With MS and then come back to this post and keep reading, click the link!
I couldn’t agree more with this post, especially about not wanting to ask for help. I have long thought about this and wondered why I am like this because if I just asked for help life would be easier and less frustrating. I have since concluded that it’s because I am desperately holding on to what independence I still have left in my life. I have always been a very independent individual and Multiple Sclerosis has taken a lot of my independence away. Plus I am stubborn! So when someone asks “do you need help with that?” my stubborn brain automatically thinks “No! I can do it! Jeez!” even if I can’t. The example I shared in a comment on the above post is “On Thanksgiving I was sitting at the table and everyone got up to make their plates. I just sat there and was waiting for the crowd to clear. I was about to ask my mother to help me make a plate so I wouldn’t drop it but before I could ask, my father asked if I wanted help. Then my stubbornness kicked in and I said “no, I’m fine, I’m just waiting for the crowd to clear” and I got up and made my plate on my own even though I was just about to ask for help.”
So even after 3 years of living with MS I still have a hard time admitting that I may need help. See? I just did it again! Instead of saying “admitting that I need help” I said “admitting that I may need help”. I think a lot of us “MSers” have trouble here for the same reason; we are trying to hold on to our dwindling independence. Plus some of us are stubborn which I will argue is not a bad thing. I don’t believe I would be where I am today with this disease if my stubbornness did not push me to succeed. I try to take advantage of it haha.
Do you have trouble “asking for help”? Share you experience below!