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
I grew up in a place where my room just didn’t have walls, or a door. Just a staircase going up to my “room”, and a wooden rail into the rest of the building. Had three other walls at least. My moms befroom also didn’t have walls though. Was just the curcumstances of the physical space we were living in. Not parental cruelty.
We also have the fun, classic part of winter, where only two rooms(kitchen, Living room) are heated(with an early 20th century wooden stove) and we are all sitting on top of each other for months. Though we children slept with our parents in a bed till we were 10 anyway. So, like, a private bed was already a luxury, in context.
That sounds a lot like my situation. Little firewood-burning stove was the only heat for the whole (albeit little) house, but the kitchen and living room were the same room anyway, just that the floor where the kitchen was was linoleum while the “living room” was where there was carpet. There were no stairs, but my doorless walk-in-closet bedroom was just an offshoot next to the single bathroom, both of which could be seen into from the living room/kitchen (though the bathroom did at least have a door lol). But it wasn’t a big deal because it was just how things were. I only had one sibling who was a lot older and often not around, but yeah for me, I was still sleeping in my parents room quite a bit even into early double-digit years old.