My husband has to step in to help me. My mom told me this past Spring I needed to see a counselor and get on some medicine and my husband agreed it's what I need. I even tried living without Social security and managed to get a full time job without voc rehab.
To me always needing help means I am weak and impaired. But sometimes it comes back to punish me for trying to be strong and trying to make it on my own and be like everyone else.
I also sometimes forget my own limitations so when I signed for for a fun class to take, I didn't bother asking for an aid because I figured I do fine on my own but the second time in class, I flipped out and had a meltdown because the teachers couldn't give me the help I needed because they had other students in class who also needed help and I needed lot of their attention.
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Son: Diagnosed w/anxiety and ADHD. Also academic delayed and ASD lv 1.
Daughter: NT, no diagnoses. Possibly OCD. Is very private about herself.