I was just reading another one of the many poop threads, and contributing to it, and I thought about something.
I’m committed to privacy when I defecate. This has always been an issue with me. I don’t allow friends, family, and especially my fiance, to enter the bathroom when I am using it for that purpose.
I know exactly why I feel this way, too. My mother, who was an exceptionally fastidious woman in most ways, would sit on the pot for what seemed like hours. She would drink coffee, read, clip her toenails, and call us in for chats. It offended me beyond belief. I was thoroughly grossed out by the sound and fetid odor of her passing waste into the toilet while she chatted with me nonchalantly. I absolutely hated it.
I do not wish to ever be the subject of the sort of feelings and thoughts I had about my mother when she would do this. NO one is permitted in the bathroom when I am using it. EVER.
Peeing? No problem whatsoever, just about anyone can come in.
Farting? Well, I’m so gassy, and fortunately my gas is just noisy, rarely malodorous, so I’m a little more casual about that, but I always excuse myself .
My best friend has two kids under 10 and a happy marriage. And she tells me that the whole family casually poops in front of each other. This mortifies me thoroughly.
I’m just the opposite. Sitting on the throne, my wife and I can carry on conversations about anything. Taking a leak, door closed and locked, I need my privacy. I will use a little air freshener and have the fan going when my wife comes in just to make it bearable.
A friend of mine once said, “When you can shit in front of your spouse, the romance is gone.”
I have to agree. Watch me pee, I don’t care. Number two’s my private time. Go away, and pretend you don’t hear anything through the door, or smell anything afterwards. Thanks.
My husband and I will poop in front of each other, only if the other person is in the shower with the water running (and a candle lit). This actually saves time in the mornings as we both require an unrushed “morning constituational” each day and like lengthy morning showers. If it isn’t the mornings and there is no shower happening then we both require privacy, door closed.
I’ll pee in front of my sisters, girlfriends and husband quite comfortably at any time.
I’m pretty much the same as most of the replies so far. Peeing, big whoop, pooping, well, I prefer privacy, and try and ensure it, but sometimes it just doesn’t happen, and it does me no real good to get upset about it. For the most part, I am talking about my kids. I have the opposite situation from the OP, I do not want my kids in the bathroom with me, when I am in there, but at this point, with their ages, and a baby, I always leave the door open a little bit, so that I can hear everything that’s going on(and I am not in the bathroom long, unless i’m sick). My kids take that as an open invitation to come and talk to me while I’m doing my business. They constantly walk right in, and start talking to me, without thinking twice about it. I am always having to say, “Uh, excuse me, I’m going to the bathroom, could you please wait until I’m done?”, or something similar. I am sure that will subside with age, though, so, for now, I just grin and bear it (no pun intended).
I forgot to add that, while I do not wish for my SO to be in my presence, physically, while I poop, I have no problem, whatsoever, doing so, while I am on the phone with him(and he’s aware of it), or vice versa. We also have no problem conducting poop conversations, as is the same with my closest group of friends. Face it, it is an interesting subject, hence all the topics about it here…right?
I call the bathroom the reading room, and I don’t like to be disturbed whilst I’m, uh…reading.
Besides no one would want to be in there while I’m reading, hell sometimes I don’t want to be in there, because quality breathing air is at a minimum.
But now that we have more people living in the house, I have to darn near make an appointment just to read.
It depends on the situation. My freshman and sophomore years in college, I lived in a suite, which means two rooms, four guys, one bathroom. If someone was in the shower, it was no problem. The can had it’s own stall, therefore, I didn’t mind. I wouldn’t leave the door open, but I would carry on conversations through the door if need be.
But that was with guys. Unfortunately, the majority of my friends are female, and I hate hate HATE any kind of bodily functions reguarding excriment to go off around them (except for Liz, we have an understanding). Being lactose intollerant, though, sometimes I can’t help it, and those times are the worst.
One time, while hanging out at Liz’s, there were about three other girls all hanging out. My bowels decided that it was time to tear my insides apart, so I took myself to the can. They all decided to go hang out in Liz’s room. Small room, shitty aparment, cheap plastic doors…let’s just say, it wasn’t a pleasant evening for your’s truly.
I’ve gone on the side of the road before as well, but that’s a different story all together.
No one ever sees me crap. Ever. At work we’re blessed with private washrooms, so you won’t even see my feet from under the stall door with my pants around my ankles. (This is if I really have to go…)
In terms of peeing, I can do it at urinals in public washrooms, in back alleys… once I did it at the bus stop after work, in broad daylight. (No one was around, but there were cars driving by. I tried to be as discreet as possible. I just really had to go.) I prefer not to do it in front of whatever guy I’m seeing at the moment, but have done so on many an occasion. It depends on how comfortable I am with the guy, and how long we’ve been seeing each other.
But crapping… no way. It’s bad enough because my bathroom is adjoined to my bedroom, so if I have a gentleman friend over who’s still in bed… ugh. Very uncomfortable. I’ll smoke while I do it in order to kill one vile scent with another vile scent - and hope I don’t make any noise.
The Straight Dope Message Board: now all poop, all the time! :rolleyes:
My Uncle once said he knew the honeymoon was over when my Aunt came in and took a dump while he was brushing his teeth.
That said, I’ll shut the door when i’m home ALONE not to mention if someone else is there too. The last thing I can stand is the cat coming in and just starring at me.
On a related note, “Annoying Guy At Work” followed me in the john the other day talking about some nonsence. I entered the stall to take (actually leave) a shit and that fucker just stood outside the stall talking and talking. I suddenly kick open the stall door and knock him unconcious then stabbed him to death with a straightened out paperclip. Yup.
I had three toilets, two bathrooms and a powder room installed in the new house, so there would NEVER be a time where anyone in the house would be forced to use the toilet when someone else was doing something.
