Not my parents, but at school our bathrooms/lockerroom stalls weren’t allowed to have doors because it was a rural school with a supposed drug problem. Easily mode bullying from this ofc.

I didn’t have privacy at home aside from the bathroom since it was like 3-6 people per room.

ever since i realized this was a somewhat common thing through american media i can only repeat this again and again: americans are out of their fucking mind.

Dragging up some old bad memories for me here. They took my door because of bad grades and I was constantly grounded to my room as well. I still will just hide out in my room even though I own the house I live in and live alone.

My dad always threatened to take the door, I always found it to be…extra

I was definitely threatened with it, and I think it might have been for a bit? I don’t remember why exactly, depression has effected my memory a lot. It’s possible it was for masturbating but it might have just been for something else. I’d actually forgotten about it.

Privacy and alone time has always been really important to me, probably partially because I’m autistic (not that it’s not for NTs).

The other big traumatic thing I remember is my dad threatening to take away/destroy my comfort item/stim, I’d cry and cry when he’d do that. I still have and use it.

this is abuse, sorry you had to endure that.

Also wasn’t allowed to close the bathroom door. Or really any door ever

wtf. not ok

oh no that’s abusive, children deserve privacy.

I had a door until i refused to unlock it one night around 15yo when my drunk abusive father wanted to hurt me over some transgression. He punched a hole through the door with his hands and then ripped it off the hinges while screaming he was going to kill me. I had called a friend who was on the phone with me and going to call 911 if he hurt me and that made him back off that night but the door just got left off, and it was ‘my fault’ that I no longer had one.

Bad memories, they’re never going to be purged.

Not having a door was way worse than sharing a small dorm room.

Real control freak/abusive thing to do, sorry to anyone who had to deal with this.

I thought it was just me lol. No doors, no privacy at all. Basically spent my time going to school then working for 4-8 hours at home doing chores. Rarely had time for homework. Never had weekends. Couldn’t go to people’s houses. Couldn’t invite them over because it’s awkward as hell having them sit there while I get screamed at for an hour. Got kicked out at 17 for importing transgender meds and have been a sex worker since (that was maybe half my life ago)

Fortunately mine didn’t go that far but they did make it implicitly clear they didn’t respect my privacy by barging in whenever they wanted without knocking, and by explicitly viewing a closed door as suspicious. This was a Christian “don’t masturbate” house fyi.

For a few years I lived in a “room” that was a sort of entrance/porch that we used a curtain to block off. It was because we didn’t have enough rooms in the house. Not as punishment or a form of control.

I had a friend who’s 4 bedroom house had 13 children in it. His parents were Italian Catholics. So I don’t think anyone had their own room. He slept on a sofa for years and had almost no property but his clothes and guitar and emancipated himself legally at the age of 16. He’s a chef in Hawaii now.

You had a bedtime at 18? How old were you when you moved out if you don’t mind me asking?

I was allowed a door but the locks were switched so I couldn’t lock it from the inside but they could keep me locked in. Good times.