This.
Bathroom door is, has been, and always will be shut when I need to be in there and anyone is home, romantic partner or not. I also do not clip my nails in front of my partner, pluck my eyebrows, brush my teeth, shave, or do any other sort of beauty ritual. Even filing my nails only happens if I break one and it’s all jagged and has to be dealt with right then.
I might be uptight, but I like my privacy and the bathroom is the Cave of Solitude.
Ditto. It would never be a first choice for either of us, but sometimes ya just gotta. And I’d only go in there if he was in the shower. If he was shaving or brushing his teeth I’d ask him to speed it up or step out.
Years ago I lived in a house share with a fluctuating assortment of people. Two of them ended up becoming a couple and moved into one room together. Should’ve started by saying that this house that had anywhere from 5 to 9 residents, and often many overnight visitors had one bathroom. I can’t imagine enduring that now. Anyway, once these people hooked up they got into a routine of going to the bathroom together in the evening. There were times she’d wait for him halfway up the stairs and kind of tap her foot, “Are you coming? Hurry up.” The rest of us found it kind of odd.
Let’s just say if I ever had thoughts of her delivering at home, her first labor would have disabused me of that notion. Luckily I have a strong stomach.
On the plus side, walking into the hospital with a bucket and announcing that she is throwing up with every contraction means that you don’t have to wait in the lobby very long.
It’s not a matter of wanting to see, it’s a matter of it being no big deal. We’ve seen each other healthy, sick, dressed up and just woken up. We’ve gotten thrown up on by our kids. I’ve seen her in the hospital.
No flushing while the other person is in the shower, and I prefer her to not bump me while shaving, but that’s about it.
How are people going to cope when you are both 80 and full of problems?
When problems happen you deal with them. There is no need to start training for our 80s when we are in our 30s-40s. Seeing her bodily functions now will not help me in anyway. Why would it?
Eh, no one in the house gives a shit one way or another. As stated above, if you gotta go and there no other alternative, shit happens. And bodily functions have never fazed me, as I’m perfectly capable of compartmentalizing various necessary acts. Especially if, in one instance, the husband needs to be an object of desire and in the other, an instrument of pukitude because he’s sick. 'Tis just life. Married 21 years.
I expect I’ll cope just fine, just like when he’s vomiting now I clean up after him and when he’s sick I tend to him. I’d just rather poop in private, if I can, thanks.
You left out: “I am a cat, and I stand in the litter box with my ass over the edge, and poop on the floor. And I don’t give a rat’s ass who’s watching.”
Boyfriend and I will often pee together at the same time (or when one of us is brushing our teeth or shaving or showering), but that’s it. No pooping with the door open, or letting the other in for any reason during a #2. Unless it was an absolute emergency, then I’d be willing to do it. But we have 2 bathrooms anyway so I voted for the peeing only option.
One-ing, only if absolutely necessary.
Two-ing, absolutely no way.
Hire someone!
Sure, pooping in front of a stranger is OK…
Aha! If the problem is that the SO points to what he or she has done and demands comment, I understand why privacy is desirable. In our house we poop and flush with nether regions hidden.
BTW I’m not objecting to anyone’s queasiness. Just astounded. But I never had any issues with diapering our kids either, and never understood the meme of the Dad being icked out by it. Shit, after all, happens.
Yup. We have one bathroom, and it’s just not practical for us to wait all the time. I would if I could, but I can’t.
Nope. Never have and never will.
If I thought there was any chance I’d live to be 80, I’d be taking better care of myself now.
I voted for option 1 in the poll because it does happen, but actually my preference is to poop in private. It’s the wiping stage that causes more of an issue for me, for some reason - probably because more stuff is (potentially) on display than when you are sitting there doing your business. So if my missus is in the shower I’d almost always opt to use the other toilet, for preference. Similarly, I’d rather she didn’t poop while I was brushing my teeth, but she doesn’t seem to care about it. But it’s not really an issue.
It’s funny you think caretaking (diapering kids, tending to elderly spouse) and wanting bathroom privacy are at all related.
Peeing is fine. But my mother held court on the pot when I was a kid, never a flicker of modesty, no matter how repellant the stench or the sound.
Knowing how I felt being on the other side of that I swore i would never be the one to disgust someone else in that way. I am therefore exceedingly uptight about it with everyone, friends, lovers, strangers. When my male roommate moved in we had a discussion about the shared bathroom and agreed that we both preferred to pretend we did not have bowel movements and that lighting matches is required. ( yes, its a bit of an announcement in itself, but a far less disgusting one than the natural aroma of poo.)
You know that the honeymoon’s over
And romance is a dying flower
When she comes in to take a shit
While you are in the shower.