Yes. But I didn’t dare not open it when my parents knocked. It did give me privacy against my siblings, however, and that was important. My parents were big on boundaries… big on privacy… still are, hence the reason that we stay in a motel when we visit them and not in their home (they made their home so there wasn’t enough room for guests).

My mother went completely crazy if we locked a door so no, I usually didn’t. I sort of knew as a kid that this wasn’t a normal reaction and felt like I should have been allowed some privacy, but it wasn’t an issue that came up often.

To add to Lupa’s weird lock story, that same house never had a door that locked. If we went camping, my Dad would wedge a 2X4 between the door handle and the stair railing. And this was the 1980s!

By the time I was an early teenager I was the last one left living at home – no need for locks – I wanted friends and family to visit me in my room, so I had an open door policy.

I didn’t actually have a doorknob. This was problematic at times because people would barge in on me without announcing themselves first. Very jarring, and I think it’s reinforced my love of privacy.

My parents would get very angry if I used the lock on the door (it was a hook-and-eye. There was a lock but no knob).

My older siblings definately resented sharing 4 to a bedroom. I was the youngest, and didn’t have much say about the matter. My oldest sister left home (and the country!) at 18 and never returned. She still resents my parents for not being rich…
Saying that, she had no privacy, which everyone is entitled to.

Take him to Defcon. He’ll fit in perfectly. That is, if he has computer skills as well as the security focus. If he’s smart like he seems he’ll get himself a job with a computer security company there.

My son is a double Taurus (sun and moon). He’s got all kinds of signs on his door about staying out, etc. etc. As a kid, he charged money for everything, you’d have to pay him to do anything.

As for me, Scorp rising, I had no privacy. I shared a room with my parents (!) no wonder I’m an only child til I moved out at 24 years, and even then I got grief. I had a diary I kept locked away in a wooden box with a tiny lock. I had an idea my dad would look into it, and he did–he broke the lock and destroyed my box. But guess what–he found nothing, as I had already removed my precious diary. My parents also threw out all my Beatle memorabilia that I had lovingly collected over the years. As you can imagine, I’m all for having “my own space”.

Not to be creepy, but I started sleeping with my door closed and locked when I saw an apparition standing in my doorway one night when I was 8. Ever since then, I’m very aware of my surroundings (no open doors, not too many mirrors, etc…) I HAVE to feel secure in this sense.

miss–I don’t blame ya!