I wasn’t allowed a door and the landing light had to be on all night so i didn’t get darkness either. Also wasn’t allowed to close the bathroom door. Or really any door ever.
Oh yeah and my bed time was set at 7pm and when i turned 18 was pushed to 8.30pm with lots of negotiation waow
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.
Imagine having enough rooms for everyone to have their own and then not letting people have privacy lmao
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.
this is abuse, sorry you had to endure that.
Makes me feel like a [pathetic person] for handling life so poorly when other people have had it so much worse.
there is no need to use slurs to express this feeling.
I was curious how you guys would take it, but there’s no really good substitute that gets across what I wanted. I figured someone would say something if they considered it an issue. Edit is meh, but gets the point across.
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.
Real control freak/abusive thing to do, sorry to anyone who had to deal with this.
Also wasn’t allowed to close the bathroom door. Or really any door ever
wtf. not ok
I was told it was because if the door locked and something happened then I’d die in there or something so it had to stay open.
That has to be some form of manipulation. They said that to make you think it was because they were worried about you, when it was definitely about control.
Control freak parents do often frame their abuse as “worry” in my experience
were your parents secretly dogs?
That stupid reason is why we didn’t have locks on the bathroom door, but, I mean, we still had a door.
In my family we weren’t allowed to close any door fully for that reason and because the wood would swell
My dad always threatened to take the door, I always found it to be…extra
i had no idea that was a real thing
that’s unhingedunhinged
can’t tell if that’s a pun or notIf that’s an intended pun, really not the place for it.
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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)
Being screamed at in front of friends is definitely an experience.
And it was always about the dumbest shit too. Like he was convinced California California submerged two hundreds years ago, so it would just be this unhinged rant about pulling my pants up and Atlantis
That’s so many hours of chores, were you on a farm or something?
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.
Holy fire hazard
What even the fuck
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.
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?
Moved out at 20 it was a whole ordeal I got screamed at for leaving lol. And they charged rent ofc but that didn’t afford me privacy or autonomy
I had a similar bed time and moved out at 17
This was a thing my parents always threatened my siblings & I with if we slammed our doors when they told us to go to our rooms and they did take my brother & I’s bedroom door away for slamming it one time, but we were not really old enough to value privacy at that point (I was 9 iirc but may have been a year or two younger) and because we shared the room it was collective punishment (to my brother’s detriment because iirc it was me who slammed the door and caused my dad to take it off the hinges) so it was put back on like two days later and it was never done again.
We moved when I was in middle school and I got a bedroom all to myself with a door that actually locked, which I naively thought would keep my parents out until the first time they stuck a toothpick through the pinhole on the other side and pushed the lock out of place. Funnily enough though the way my closet was positioned near the bedroom door, if you opened the closet door all the way it would prevent the bedroom door from opening more than an inch or two - which I discovered after the first time my parents barged in on me sitting naked at my desk at like 3am circa 2008 looking at porn. By the time I was in high school I’d pretty much forgone locking my door or buying myself a minute or two by blocking it with the closet door because I knew my parents would wind up barging in whenever they wanted and instead started making them regret doing so with shit like “hi mom thanks for bursting in without knocking, why do I need to put on underwear and a shirt I’m just sitting here playing the PS3??”
Was actually a big reason why I was so desperate to get out of the house as soon as I turned 18!
The lack of privacy thing was actually the minor issue for me. The desire to sleep in darkness or… well sleep properly for the first time in my life was a big factor. The other part being when i got a job at 18 I’d come home late cos the commute was long and my bed time was still set at… 8.30pm so i basically had no life at all. I would have committed a home shooting if I lived in America i swear
Yeah actually I did get a door taken off its hinges when I was like 6 for slamming it too much, pretty reasonable thing for parents to do at that age, doors are expensive and I was being a little shit. Privacy during my teen years was generally respected except when my parents found the nudie mags (I didn’t have my own computer).
