Whoa! Just found a new word. THIS:
Finding this was so timely and germane, it’s a little freaky. That happens, too.
Yay! Okay. Awareness is the first step in mastery.
I have the recent success of relying on others – albeit against my will – and being embraced and befriended by them. It took about a day, but then I braved asking for continued help, for supplies, for companionship. We had fun! I’m so grateful to them.
That puts me in great stead facing this fear when it creeps up again. And it will. I’d long-since identified it, just didn’t know it had a name. I don’t know why a word should make such a difference, except, well, I love words.
It seems more concrete, universal, and surmountable with a name. Somehow, it’s comforting to know that it comes from someplace. It’s just part of the process of healing from cPTSD. I can do that. I’m a boss.
Just ask. If the answer is no, you still win. Asking for and accepting help is success.