I had a door but it had to be open at all times so my mom could lay in bed and talk down to me telling me how worthless I am, how I’m stupid. She would always do it under her breath but loud enough that I could hear to antagonize me. If I closed the door or said something she would scream at me that she didn’t say anything or that I need to respect my parents. Anyways that’s one of the many reasons why I haven’t spoken to my family in years.