I don’t ask…

I don’t ask for help. I can’t, I’m British. I was brought up never to trouble people with my needs. It is a fundamental part of my make up to ‘never be any bother to anyone’. 

I suppose that is why, after over five years of supporting my husband and anyone else who needed it, after holding down a job and raising a family, after the voluntary work, the brave face for family and friends, I have finally reached a point in my life where I’m utterly exhausted and am suddenly the one asking. 

Even my plea isn’t a direct question but more of a hint not to bother me at the moment. 

I know I will be ok but talking to others in my position would really help. A cup of coffee and a natter with some who just says “I understand” without laying all their problems at my door would make all of the difference. 

Can I help you by doing that for you?


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