If the puppy’s not in her crate I do. Otherwise, she’d be jumping all over me.
I used to close it and lock it when I first moved out of my parents house; I attribute this to force of habit from growing up in a house with 6 other people and 1 bathroom. Now, I only the door if someone is visiting, or when I take a shower during the colder months.
Shut. Always. Whether I’m in it or out of it. The only time it is ever open is if I am running the bath to get the water hot before a shower, and Gunslinger is in the next room, and we are having a conversation through the door before the shower.
Alone? Open. Not alone? Closed and locked. During my high school years, my mother would talk to me through the door and my brother would try to walk in on me so I started locking the door. I can’t stand anyone talking to me through the door unless I’m just peeing. My mom once tried to hold a conversation with me through the door while I was puking my guts up. Talk about fun… :rolleyes:
Open unless we have guests. Like others, we have a cat who cannot abide closed doors so if we try to close it he will beat on the door. My husband and I have no problem peeing in front of each other, and he’ll actually poop with the door open too, though I prefer more privacy for that, so I pull the door mostly shut.
We have an open door policy here at Rancho Lyllyan. Apparently, I am the most important person in the house and MUST be accessible at all times.
Besides that, the dogs don’t really understand the whole “bathroom” thing, and must come check on me whilst on the throne. They see that I am not going to be swallowed whole, then run out and tell everyone where I am.
God, Sanguine, my mom would do the same thing! Though I was never vomiting. I still don’t like talking through bathroom doors.
Anyway, I do most of the time, even when I’m alone. I just don’t like showering with the door opening.
I always close it. Force of habit.
Ya know… I must admit… I’m not one of those people that can pee in front of my SO. If he starts to open the door, I squeal like a hyperventilating tween at an NSYNC concert (so I’ve been told) and put my foot against the door. I’ve never noticed the squealing part but I WILL do whatever it takes to keep him O-U-T!! I’m just shy in that aspect (due to the aforementioned mother/brother situations in my house). I have no wish to visit my hunny while he’s on the pot (even though I love him so very much, love him more than air) so… I assume he doesn’t need to visit me while I’m on the pot but sometimes he does and I make him go away 
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Am I truly a heartless, soulless wench to do so?
No! When you’re meditating on the porcelain throne, you should be left alone. A-L-O-N-E!
We don’t shut bathroom doors unless we have company.
Walking in on each other while in the toilet is ok in our house.
And we usually shower together.
I usually keep it open unless I’m showering–then I want the door closed and locked. It creeps me out if someone walks in on me and I don’t hear them until they pull the curtain back–shades of Psycho there, I know!
My SO freaks out if you walk in on him and he hates that I usually leave the door open so I’m trying to break myself of that lazy habit 
I live with my parents still. My mom never closes the door or turns on the light, oddly enough, unless we have company. My dad closes and locks the door no matter what. I am in between these habits. If I am home alone I will never shut the door, but if people are around I will. I know when I shower I HAVE to shut and lock the door, though, no matter who is in the house.
The doors are always shut, even when the bathroom isn’t in use. The (2) male cats enjoy sneaking in and peeing on the bathmat if someone leaves them open. And when the bathroom is in use… I don’t like an audience.
Always shut, always locked. I think it stems back from one incident when I was going to the bathroom with the door open (I couldn’t have been older than 7 or 8) and one of my little brother’s friends walked by and just stood in the doorway and watched me. Yeah, I’d say thats why.
Plus, it NEVER fails - if I leave the bathroom door open or unlocked, someone will come home at that very moment and have to pee badly. Seriously, it’s happened maybe 4 or 5 times, which is why I always shut & lock.
Always closed unless I’m listening to something on the TV and/or its’ just a quick in and out #1.
I surprised so many people respond always open. I have a dog, but he’s never “knocked” on the door. Meh, different strokes I guess.
Open unless there’s the possibility of someone walking by.
Question for those who responded ‘always closed’: what are you doing in there that requires such privacy? i hope i don’t regret asking…
I always close and lock the door out of habit, even if no one else is home.
My ex-husband had this black sheep cousin who was a gang member and went to jail at various times in his life. Well, this wonderful person came to our wedding reception we held at our house via some other family members and he brought some “friends” of his to share in the event. Well, I didn’t lock the door on the bathroom because it was broken and I had to pee at one point in the evening. Just as I sat down, in walks one of these friends, another gang member, and he just stares at me for a few seconds then closes the door without a damn word!
Luckily, I was sitting already so I don’t think he saw much but still… fuckin’ knock, homey! Jesus H. Christ on a stick! I was flustered and embarrassed, and pissed. My ex-hubby wasn’t too happy either. I mean, it wasn’t total trauma but still, I NEED privacy. I can’t even pee in the same bathroom if my man is in the shower. I understand about being walked in on and I HATE it.
Sometimes it’s not enough to shut and lock the door. When I was a little rascal I had crazy notions. I was the youngest of seven children and we shared one bathroom. The clothes hamper was situated directly in front of the toilet and I was small enough to fit inside. A ‘plan’ suddenly occurred to my little brain. I hunkered down inside the hamper and waited. (Evil-genius is 99 percent patience.) The victim, it turned out, was my oldest sister. I could see her approaching through the wicker. She entered the potty room, shut the door, and locked it. I waited until she was comfortably ensconced and became still. In that precise moment I SPRANG! from the hamper and SCREAMED! HA HA HA!!!
What happened next is a blur. It is probably good that I have lost my ability to retrieve that particular memory. Suffice it to say that there was plenty of trauma to go around, and then some. Next time you’re at the zoo at feeding time jump in the tiger exhibit, take the tiger’s steak away and slap him in the face with it. You still won’t come close to the reaction I was able to elicit from my sister.
So a good rule would be: Lock your doors, check under the vanity, check behind the shower curtain, and give your hamper a swift kick before proceeding.