“His family was extremely poor,” a character in a TV show says. “He even had to share a bedroom with his brother until he was 15!”
Well, it could have been worse.
He might have had to share a bedroom with his sister — and the adolescent agony would have driven him out of his skull!
N had to share a room with his sister. And it wasn’t a big deal at all.
“N had to share a room with his sister.”
First, I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned N having a sister (not that it’s our business or anything).
Second, that was a common situation in Communist Poland as well, most apartments were 2 rooms which meant usually the parents sleeping in the living room and all the children sharing a room.
What, I didn’t mention the rich sister married to the famous hockey player in LA?
Well, he might be slightly less autistic as a man if he had to share space with someone else when growing up.
It’s the other way round.
I didn’t have my own bedroom till moving to Israel.
On another topic, read this post now:
Пирамида, обратная пирамида и триггеры
\ On another topic, read this post now:
I meant: “I have read this post a moment ago”.
It’s ok, I figured it out. 😉
If one were to fight cancer as if it were terrorism, that would mean checkpoints at all beaches to verify that everybody is covered up and uses sunscreen, a total ban on tobacco and junk food, a ban on fried foods, etc. And even then proving that these measures work would be next to impossible. So there’s a bit of a fallacy in that argument.
I never did either even though we had 4 rooms.
This is cultural and maybe generational. My mother, even though she was the eldest, never had her own bedroom while she lived with my grandparents. It wasn’t for a lack of space or money. It simply never occurred to my grandparents that their children would need a bedroom each. Bedrooms were to sleep in.
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It’s absolutely cultural. We had more than enough rooms but nobody ever considered that children might need separate rooms.
“Bedrooms were to sleep in.”
Ha, not in my house. The master bedroom in my parent’s place is the social center of the house. When I visit home, all we do is lounge about in that room drinking tea. There’s a huge bed in the middle and small sofas around it, so you can choose where you want to hang out. Most of our guests also are entertained there.
The living room (or drawing room as we call it) is reserved only to entertain guests that we don’t know very well or for more formal occasions. We joke that the room on which my parents spent the most amount of money is literally kept locked up like 95% of the time.
And yeah, my brother and I never had separate bedrooms growing up too.
In middle school I had a friend who shared a bedroom with all her sibilings (they were two brothers and two sisters), and it wasn’t even a big one.
They weren’t poor, but their family was quite traditional; the father was a university professor and the mother was a housewife.
I remember being quite shocked by it. My bedroom was my private place, I hated (and still hate) to stay in a house where I couldn’t have a spot to be alone in.
\ What, I didn’t mention the rich sister married to the famous hockey player in LA?
You are joking, right?
“\ What, I didn’t mention the rich sister married to the famous hockey player in LA?
You are joking, right?”
I shared a room with my sister as soon as she was big enough for the larger crib. But then, I specifically asked for that. Then when I was fourteen I wanted my own room, so we cleaned out one of the other bedrooms and that became my room. I don’t associate having to share a room with a single sibling with being poor, and maybe that’s why.
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