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 was definitely threatened with it, and I think it might have been for a bit? I don’t remember why exactly, depression has effected my memory a lot. It’s possible it was for masturbating but it might have just been for something else. I’d actually forgotten about it.
Privacy and alone time has always been really important to me, probably partially because I’m autistic (not that it’s not for NTs).
The other big traumatic thing I remember is my dad threatening to take away/destroy my comfort item/stim, I’d cry and cry when he’d do that. I still have and use it.