Help

The Beatles put it nicely:

Help! I need somebody,
Help! Not just anybody,
Help! You know I need someone, heeeeeelp.

Simple, to the point.  Easy right? 

In the past month or so I have read two books about help.  One is literally entitled The Help, and tells the story of a young, homely woman who helps black women living in Mississippi, working as hired help for white families in the 1960s, to tell their stories of love and pain.  These black women also help her to find herself and make her dreams of becoming a writer come true.  The title is ambiguous in that it remains unclear which help the author is referring to, either way, help is rendered. 

The second book is called I Know This Much is True and tells the story of twin brothers, one of which is a paranoid schizophrenic who amputates his own hand in a public library to stop the war.  Both need help, equally, it just takes the “normal” brother much longer to let go and accept it.  He’s supposed to be the strong one.

I’ve had this idea of help on my mind a lot lately; I’ve noticed a striking number of inconsistencies.

My English tutoring hours have really filled up this semester compared to last.  Encouraging, except that about 80% of the students who repeatedly visit me are my most advanced students.  Those who most desperately need help don’t ask for it, won’t ask for it.   

I have more students willing to cheat than to ask for help (this is NOT a Colombian phenomenon).

I was offered a raincoat a few days back because I came to work in a fleece North Face and it started to pour just as I had to walk 8 blocks to a bus stop.  I said “no gracias.”  Having trouble admitting that you might not be invincible against the elements Annie?

Why is it so hard, asking for help.  It’s not hard, we just make it so.  Survival of the fittest right?  Don’t we want to survive?  I think there’s some implicit assumption that by asking for help we admit defeat, weakness, inferiority.  That’s not even kind of true, at least I don’t think so.  Just because someone helps you doesn’t mean they carry you, doesn’t mean you can’t, doesn’t make you any less an individual.  Help is helpful, period.  And a little psychology tid-bit, if someone helps you it subconsciously makes that person like you more (to an extent of course).

So how do I convince my students (and professors) that they need my help without crushing their egos, driving them even further away?  Thoughts?  Suggestions?  Now I need your help.