Your story is fascinating and funny. I guess I'd be a little like your BFFs. I have a habit of leaving the bathroom door open when I go in and, though I will never barge in on anyone except my husband, I don't mind it when someone is in the room when I am doing my business. My situation stems from a difficult childhood. My step-father was very abusive to me and my mother. Since he had removed all the doors to all the rooms in our house except the bathroom. So, the bathroom was the only place where my mother and I could be alone together safely. Eventually, that door was removed too. He would stand and watch as we did everything from bathe to defecate. Since I hated him far more than I feared him, his presence was annoying but never embarrassing. Because of his actions, I have a very narrow sense of embarrassment. The only people I have ever hidden my body from were my sons, after they were old enough to go to school. Not out of embarrassment for myself, but to protect them from embarrassment.
As for feces, the smell of a human has never bothered me, even as a child. Then, when I worked for a veterinarian in college, I had to clean the kennel of a litter of puppies stricken with Parvo virus. Once you slog through several inches of accumulated "Parvo shit", any other fecal smell becomes almost pleasant. Add to that, the fact that my anatomy lab in college was often held at the morgue. Once you smell human decomposition and Parvo shit in the same day, your sense of what smells bad gets rearranged. LOL
Please pardon my grammatical and writing errors in my first response. I reread my post and it is awful! I am so sorry. I shouldn't try to write when my fibromyalgia is flaring up.
.....who would always want me to come in the bathroom with her when she had to crap. She wanted someone to talk to I guess. I couldn’t deal though bc it just grossed me out way to bad. She also didn’t get I didn’t want her hanging out while I went. I also had a bff when I was 13 who was the same. I can barely stand the smell of my own crap let all be someone else’s. To the point that when changing my niece’s diaper once she wasn’t just breastfed-(in case you don’t know babies that are only given breast milk don’t have stinky poos) I would gag. The only diaper from a baby that had progressed to eating real food whose diaper I could actually deal with without gagging was my own babies. It still wasn’t my fav thing to do but I wasn’t revolted. (Fortunately she didn’t develop much interest in food till after her first bday. She’d eat a bit but 90% of her food came from my milk. So I had a year of pretty tame diapers.) Anyways is this just me being weird or do other ppl have the same reaction? I just can’t deal with the smel, it literally makes me want to puke.