I didn’t get to have a door because my bedroom was actually a walk-in closet/storage room. I don’t think it was that I wasn’t allowed to have a door so much as that my dad (who installed the kitchen and all the cabinetry in the small house) didn’t feel like taking off the molding around the doorway to put a door on it. I was always told it wasn’t possible for some reason.

But when I was 13 we were able to move to a new place where I actually had a real bedroom with a door. I remember feeling like I had “arrived” and finally knew what it was like for the normal/rich kids (who were the same thing in my mind back then). That was a good age to finally get some privacy, for obvious reasons, but before that I didn’t really mind not having a door, I had a lot of anxiety problems even as a really young kid and would often just go sleep on the floor next to my parents bed. Any desire for privacy was nothing compared to the fear of being alone and disconnected, and I thought a door would have made that worse.