I seem to have a terrible time accepting help with writing. It's so personal and, if I can go so far, such an intimate craft that to have others voice their opinions feels dreadful. I rarely take direct advice, I simply cannot, and it may get to the point that even implied help is left alone. I've dropped whole stories over implied help, sadly, because the thought process is such that "this story is mine, I cannot continue if someone else helped." Though if I may add, I do suffer from OCD, which is no doubt unhelpful. Slowly I've managed to rationalize this, putting the focus more on the story and characters than on myself-- in theory my books will still be around when I'm not and the readers will be thankful for the story.