'Fun' fact. My mother took the door off of my bedroom when I was a kid. Straight up had no door because how dare I have privacy. This being after she read my journal and found out I was gay. Lovely woman, her. Can't die faster.
I just straight up didn't have a room. At first I even had to sleep in the same bed with my dad. Well, "bed". Extendable sofa where you had to lay at a specific position to avoid the springs. And eventually just some cheap ass soft foam mattresses that I am sure weren't meant to be directly put onto anything hard.
Though I finally got a bed when I was around 10. Still in the room with dad.
Mother had her own room.
I ended up spending most time on the toilet.