I grew up with three older brothers and as the only girl I never had to share a bedroom with one of "my boys", as I preferred to call them. (Not to say that boys and girls don't share bedrooms, but in my case, it gave me protected territory status.) I work with a lot of clients who live in small spaces for whom it's a necessity — if not a desire — to have their children share a bedroom. I've often thought that it would be a special and important experience to bond and to learn how to share a space at such a young age.
But perhaps I'm idealizing the experience! All of this comes to mind since it's off-to-college time for so many teenagers. Sharing a tiny dorm room can be a shocking experience for people who never had to share a tight space before.
So I'd love to hear your experiences of sharing a bedroom as a child. In what ways do you think the experience shaped you in general and specifically, your ability to share space as an adult?
Oh, and chances are that if you did share a bedroom, it sure as hell didn't look like the one pictured above but it's still fun to dream.
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