I know this is quite an old thread, but I stumbled across it and couldn't resist adding my own story.
My sophomore year of college, I lived in a dorm that was set up in suites - two rooms sharing a bathroom. I was in a suite of doubles: two girls in each room, all sharing a bathroom. About a week into the semester, one of the girls in the other room, a law student from a distant state, dropped out due to homesickness. Then, in December, my roommate told me that she wouldn't be coming back to the dorms after Christmas, but would be moving off campus. Okay, great - that left me with my own room, and almost my own bathroom. Well - except for the remaining suitemate's out of town boyfriend, who came and stayed almost every weekend. Note that this was a Catholic university, and the rules were no overnight opposite sex visitors.
Well, things are going okay - I didn't love having to share my bathroom with a guy I didn't know, but I lived with it. Until one day, several months later, when I came home to find... The latch on the inside of the bathroom door had been removed. I immediately went to the RA.
It turns out that, all year long, I'd been forgetting to unlatch the door on her side, and doing it often enough that the RA had gotten tired of having to come in and unlock it for her. So she told my suitemate to "deal with it."
NO ONE had said one word to me about this. My suitemate had not thought it necessary to actually speak to me about the problem, and neither had the RA!
I was furious, but also not very good at being assertive (politely or otherwise
). I had words with suitemate, who basically just said they'd be careful to always knock before entering the bathroom. Well, as you can guess, it wasn't long before her boyfriend walked in on me while I was on the toilet...
Even then, I didn't do anything about it. Now, I'd have a different response. 20 years later, it still makes me mad to think about how I didn't stand up for myself.