I had a realization in therapy today that knocked me on my ass. I’ve been in therapy since age 9, so I’ve talked about a lot of my stuff. My therapist always talks about “peeling the onion” because trauma isn’t like pieces of chocolate in a tin, it’s an onion of layers. Only after the outer layers are peeled can we see what’s underneath: more layers. So, I thought I had gotten to a point of feeling like I’m “worth it”, I’m “deserving of love”, I’m “good enough” – thinking that I’m ready for a relationship again. Then, I got hit with a brick where the underlying negative belief about myself was that I’m not “worth it.” Facepalm.
I’ve never been good at accepting help. I feel like I have to do it all. I know I feel that way, and I know it’s insane, but I just can’t accept help. To the point where someone offering me help just leads me to crying with insistence that it’s totally unnecessary. She asked me today (which, by the time this posts, will be 5+ months ago) “what do you think is the underlying negative belief about yourself that causes you to not accept the help?” I thought for a moment. I knew there was one, just thinking about accepting help was making me cry, and then it hit me. “I don’t want to say it… I’m not worth it.”
No matter how much work I have done to feel like I’m “worth it” – I still don’t feel like I’m worth the help. “No, I’m so worthless as a person, you really shouldn’t spend the effort helping me… I deserve this struggle. I deserve this pain.” Fuck. I don’t cuss a lot in this blog, but FUCK. On some level, I know better, but this was a blind spot. Acknowledgement is the first step to healing. It’s no wonder that all of my romantic relationships reinforced this belief. “I’m not worth helping; I have to get my shit together and figure it out all by myself.” My previous partners have said almost this verbatim – to my FACE.
This work is SO important, folks. We all have our blind spots. Maybe you struggle to accept help, also? I hope that, by the time this posts, it doesn’t hit me so hard. Accepting help means trusting people in a way that has not been safe for me. Partners getting resentful and angry at me… “Remember when I …” “I did that FOR YOU!” “Why are you so incapable?!” “I think you should be able to handle that yourself” … so many voices screaming at me to just be better at handling it all myself.
Then, I would look at my friends and their partners… the one who has a partner that cooks for them regularly. The one that has the partner who sits with her when she’s stressed, listens, and then strategizes to help her in ways that meet her needs. The one who has a partner that picked up Starbucks for her on his way home, just because he knew she would appreciate it. The one who came home to balloons and a small family celebration for her birthday. I had thoughtful moments with partners, for sure. It wasn’t all blame – but every moment seemed to follow by being a point of contention. Something they would point to again and again to tell me how ungrateful I was. How could I accept these things? How could I accept the help if I am going to pay for it for the foreseeable future?
But, I know better. I know there are people who help and don’t resent helping. I don’t resent helping people; I love helping people. I can’t be alone in that; I know I’m not. I have to have faith in people; I have to believe that it can be different. Baby steps. Start accepting the help carrying things. Start accepting the help with cooking. Let them bring ice. Let them bring help. I posted a long time ago about how accepting help is important because refusing someone’s help is a rejection of them. I stand by it. I’m guilty of those rejections. May the coming years bring acceptance.
My story this week is about help I accepted.
For some reason, when I met my second husband’s mom, I felt really judged and rejected by her. She’s “Midwest nice” appearing because she’s from the Midwest, but I know that woman has a golden heart after all the years we spent together. I love her, still. Everyone has their good and bad, but I see her always doing her best. We can’t ask more of anyone. She’s amazing.
We had a breakthrough in our relationship when her son and I hosted Thanksgiving. She wanted to help me, so much. Me, the person who cannot accept help. I’m so grateful for her, my goodness. That amazing woman pushed her way into helping me – and I don’t know how I would’ve done it without her. She was my “prep cook” and she was probably one of the first people ever to make me feel grateful for help in the kitchen.
It made things so much more efficient, and while I still struggled to accept help, it was the opening of a door for me that had always been closed. She just wanted to help me. There was no lording over me after. There was no guilt tripping. She was just happy to help. I love her.
Funny anecdote: Have you ever thawed a turkey with your future mother in law… then shared a “look” when you pull the frozen neck out of the frozen turkey? Yeah. We both saw the same thing. We laughed hysterically together. If you don’t get it, look at a turkey neck next time you are around a frozen turkey. If you still don’t get it, I offer no further explanation. We had a dirty sense of humor.
Accept the help. Show love to each other. Release the pain. Laugh at silly things. Please.
I love you, -S.
