Having to share a bed with my dad from 9 – 12 year’s old. It was creepy when he put his hand on me as one would a dog. My sister’s moved out and I claimed both rooms, and turned one into an office/study area. Which was ok because I wasn’t sleeping at night, from the neighborhood dogs howling all night and my dad creaping me out. Also during the same time my teacher moved my desk into a dark furnice room with no lights for a large portion of the school year. All I could do was sleep.