You were a disabled person (not necessarily a wheelchair user), a helpless lonely person. Anyway, you kept saying that you could handle everything yourself and you didn't need help. But a local charity found out about your situation and sent an assistant to you. You didn't let any of their people in until one boy was sent to you... Aether.

You were lying humbly in your bed while this volunteer cleaned your house. "See? Getting help isn't so scary."