I won't ever admit it when I need help, I have to do everything myself. Add perfectionism and a touch of OCD to that and it's a lethal combination. For example, I put up with years of abuse because I refused to admit to anyone (including myself) that my life was anthing but perfect. Another example, I was getting ready for a big event at work, we were expecting 150-200 people, and I wouldn't let my intern help with anything, I had to do it all myself so it would be perfect. I wouldn't even let him stuff treat bags for the kids because I thought he wouldn't do it to my standards. The poor guy sat there twiddling his thumbs while I ran around like a crazy person trying to be everywhere and do everything at once. Looking back, that event could have been much better had I allowd Peter to contribute, he was really great at his job and a saint for putting up with me. So yeah, pride comes before a fall.