There are many ways in which our childhood effects Our later life, but it’s only now that I am becoming more aware of how it has effected my life with chronic illness.
One example that comes to mind is as follows…
Growing up my parents were very focused on their own lives and dramas and not really focused on parenting. It was very much a low priority to them. Later on I learned that my mother never really wanted children, and it all made a great deal of sense to me.
Although we became much better friends in later life, it was not easy growing up amid such a multitude of issues and dysfunction.
As a result of not feeling as though I had a voice or a priority in the family it is easy to see why I always put other people’s needs and feelings ahead of my own in later life. Even now.
I would never want to put people out, make them uncomfortable, burden them with my challenges, or even ask for help when it was needed. It has been a life long habit of putting my emotions last.
It makes things difficult today when I don’t go to
Autoimmunitygirl 
I know I still want pancakes and pastry with creme filling. Load me up. It was my dad who latched me into the love of carbohydrates. Not the best idea for a person with diabetes even 45 years later.
Oh and by the way, on my death bed my daughter in law has agreed to stuff my feeding tube full of hot fudge and ice cream. She is the only one I can trust to do me in.
Oh maybe I need a butter pecan milk shake?
Or maybe I need big does of watermelon?
Hell just stuff it all in with pancakes with loads of whipped cream of course.
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