I think the emotional baggage that affects me the most, is my parents EXTREME sense of privacy. There's a lot of good in that. But one of the ways it affects me, (and it took a long time to discover it) is that I rarely ask questions. Like with friends.
So one of my friends will relate a complete run down on what's going on with someone, and I end up thinking......hmm...I wonder why they didn't tell ME any of that. (and of course I feel left out of the loop) I finally learned that she knows stuff, because she asks questions.
In spite of the fact, that I've figured it out, I STILL can't ask. I think that if someone wants to share a story with me....they will. (which isn't necessarily true) I believe that this 'problem' translates to some as a lack of interest, when that so isn't the case.