I was really ill growing up, my parents had to work, there wasn't the policies there is now, so I had to look after myself, unless I'd come out of hospital, then I'd possibly go to a Grandparents.
I remember being bad at school when I was 13, eventually got sent home, I went to my Grandparents, who gave me a bucket and a glass of water and tissues. Was pretty much left to it.
I've never needed or wanted mithering, if I don't feel well then I'll lie on the sofa covered in blankets, trying to sleep it off. If I want something and DH is about I can ask him, otherwise it's just me.
A few times they've known I needed to go to hospital, I tried to put it off as long as possible, at one point going blue in the face.
You'd be astounded what I deal with by myself, never asking for help or a hand hold. That's usually why I'm on at crazy o clock.