Well, it should be clean and locked. It should give us feeling of intimacy and comfort.
I think my stroke took it these from me forever. It happened in a locked bathroom. Of course I tried to stand up, but all I achieved was hitting my head several times. I think I passed out for a moment, I remember some parts of rescue mission, but not much.
I know that suddenly safe place became something what brings back memories of „almostlosing” life. I have no fear in full meaning of the word, but every single time I come into to bathroom I see myself luriching left, falling down and hitting the wall with my head. For a second i watch the wall to realize that I’m now and here, not then and there, and I’m safe now.
I handle it pretty well, I don’t get paralized. But it’s there every single time, like a shadow over every toilet I go.