I’d grown up being called ‘sensitive’ by my parents and teachers. At school other kids didn’t know how to connect with me. I was shy so they either included me or excluded me depending on their mood at the time. I learnt that when I made a friend, at any time, that friendship could end for what seemed like no reason at all. I learned how to put on a mask, one that showed ‘I’m Ok’,
I used to feel ashamed to ask for help. It didn’t matter whether it was a simple kind of help like asking someone to take the trash out, or a more complex kind of help, like asking someone if I could just talk to them about a problem. Either way was so uncomfortable for me, and so scary. Even if I felt like things were falling apart in my life, I would try anything and everything else first before seeking help.