I’m not needy, nor do I ask for much from those I love.
For whatever reasons, those just aren’t the sort of things I do. It’s a part of my disposition I’m strangely proud of–the self-sufficiency to rarely need anything beyond my own perimeter. Along with self-sufficiency, there’s also self-reliance–I’m wickedly independent and damn-near unwilling to rely on anyone. If something I need is beyond my reach, I go out and get it myself. All things considered, those traits have served me well–they’ve brought me far more success than failure.
With that said, I can see how those traits can be unhealthy, particularly when they’re practiced without compromise.
My own brand of self-sufficiency is accompanied by pride. It’s not a healthy sort of pride, but one that has left me nearly incapable of asking for help and almost unable to accept it when it’s offered. In looking back at my history (personal and professional), it seems I’d rather fail than ask for help.
In part, it’s my own massive ego.
In part, it’s never wanting to owe anyone anything.