Which Rooms In Your Childhood Home Were Off-Limits To You As A Kid?

The unfinished basement part with the spiders.

My parents bedroom and the "company only" living room.

The sex dungeon

We lived in apartments and didn’t have that “luxury”.

As kids, we weren’t allowed in our parents’ bedroom, our dad’s shop, or our mom’s sewing room. As teens, my older brothers got caught hosting a wild party at our lake house, so that became off-limits too unless we had adult supervision.

None but the kitchen was closed after dinner except on Saturday nights when I would make popcorn.

The BSDM room was always off limits!

My dad's office or as it was called in those days his "den".

Never had those restrictions. However, my parents always told me not to knock on their bedroom door until noon on Saturdays. As a young child, I had no idea what that was all about. I once broke the rule when I heard my mom moaning. The door was locked. Enough said.

One of my nutjob Long Guyland relatives actually had their all white living room roped off. Everything was white, the walls, the rug, the sofas, the curtains, the chairs and even the wood coffee tables and end tables. White everywhere.

Guests were only allowed in their large den which had a pool table, at least there were two comfy sofas and club chairs. Ironically, the kitchen was a mess. Old and not renovated.

Why have one room which is treated like a museum?! Sheer insanity.

Stop lying, D.J. Miller-Savage at R7. We all know you were raised amongst your dads’ butt plugs and mummified tricks.

The secret masturbation room with loads of dirty mens magazines and a jar of Vaseline petroleum jelly, a box of kleenex tissues, that space was definitely off limits...

Like R4, except we didnt like in an apartment. We had a four-room flat in a three-family house. No room was off-limits. We did have a built-in china closet that housed the good china that we were not allowed to open.

Half of our house had white carpet and we weren't allowed to go on it without permission and taking off our shoes. It included the living room, the dining room, the office and my parents' bedroom.

[quote]Why have one room which is treated like a museum?! Sheer insanity.

We were only allowed in the 'living room' if we were sitting quietly reading a book or playing the piano (which none of us 4 kids did, it was for show). No toys or eating allowed. My grandparents were the same, their living room was crammed with heavy furniture and no one went in there.

I read somewhere that the living room in olden times was only for receiving guests and displaying the corpse of recently deceased relatives.

I was an only child so I have no experience with such barbaric practices. Our formal living room was one of my favorite rooms.

Nothing was off limits, but I was terrified to go into the furnace room in the basement. When all the lights were off, you could see the furnace glowing like the gates of hell.

Any room which was freshly vacuumed because my crazy mother didn't want me to leave footprints in the high pile

Rooms? You mean four walls and a roof? - Darfur O.

High Pile - new band name!

Called it!!

My uncle is 12 years older than me. When I was a kid we were forbidden to go in his room at my grandmother’s house. Probably because he didn’t want little kids messing with his shit. After he got married and moved out my grandmother got even more militant about not allowing anyone in there. When she went into a nursing home and we had to clean out her house I immediately went to work on my Uncle’s room. Turned out my grandma was something of a hoarder and the room was stockpiled with bizarre findings, bags and bags of clothes, many with price tags still on them, piles of magazines, old photo albums of people no one knew. Plus everything my uncle left behind when he moved out. He didn’t want any of it.

R4, I thought I was the only one who grew up in, and still live, in apartments.

Also my parents' bedroom, but only on Sunday afternoons.

We knew what you were up to Mom and Dad.

None. We didn't wear shoes in the house and anything that wasn't kid friendly was put someplace out of reach.

[quote]I read somewhere that the living room in olden times was only for receiving guests and [bold]displaying the corpse of recently deceased relatives.[bold]

What?

R24 - Yes. Funeral homes weren't as numerous as they are nowadays. Caskets were typically sold by the local furniture store.

At my grandpas house we weren’t allowed to sit in the room where the good furniture was. After my grandma died no one was allowed to sit in the furniture. It was old furniture but not really worth all that much in the end

I grew up in a nice single family house but am with some others here.There were no extra rooms, like some Victorian mansion, all were in active use.

Well, just any of those that had a roof above them. :(

My paternal grandparents had the living room sofa et al covered in clear plastic.Of course once my grandfather died the plastic came off.

Mrs. Romano told me her entire apartment was off-limits unless I wanted a good hard slapping.

No rooms off limits, however, growing up we were never allowed to shut our bedroom doors? Also, we were never allowed to have posters on our walls and other stuff, had to make our beds everyday! Never had the typical child/teenager messed up and personalized bedroom...

The formal front room. Kids had the tv room and the play room. We only used the front room for company and Christmas.

The only thing we weren't allowed to use (including my parents) was the bathtub/shower in their bathroom. It was the only bathroom with a tub and it was apparently disgusting when we moved in.

My mother never wanted to clean that bathtub again.

Meanwhile, we had to wipe down the sinks and shower in the other bathroom every time we used it.

We weren't allowed to eat anything other than in the kitchen or dining room. But my mother did allow me to eat in my room when I became a teenager.

What's funny is that my mother had that unused shower/tub in her bathroom swathed with an elaborate shower curtain get up with a valance, curtain tie backs, i.e., like it was a formal living room window.

It's like the one below but in addition to all that, it had shower doors and it was never used. It was entirely decorative and not a bit useful.

But then my mother would put Jean Nate in a spray bottle and used it as an air freshener.

But it was classy if your ranch house smelled like a cheap whore, I guess.

The Cursed Room.

[quote] The sex dungeon

Terry Miller’s son is here!

What’s a room?

The gift wrapping room.

My house was fine for us - my grandmother's house in Florida though was another matter.

- my brother and I were allowed to stay in the tiled Florida room. The rest of the house had white carpet with those god awful plastic runners on top of it. We could only walk through the house on the plastic and absolutely could not got into the living room or the dining room (all white and glass furniture). God knows why - all the furniture was covered in plastic and they never entertained. You weren't even allowed to use the front door - you always had to go through the garage. We hated visiting them because the house was like a museum.

Worst part was after my grandfather died, she got conned into selling the house and everything had to be out in like 2 weeks. All that furniture ended up on the curb or at goodwill. The house eventually got trashed in a hurricane.

The room up in the attic with the china cabinet in front of the door.

I hope most of these comments are just sarcasm? A family home is a HOME. We had no areas that were off limits. What sad upbringings some of you had. Thank goodness our parents were loving and caring. Home is meant to be a safe and comforting place. Sorry for my mini rant.

Boomers had such fucked up childhoods.

Rooms that were off limits?

Was it because you were children or because those rooms were supposed to be like museum sets?

When we were at my grandparent's place my mother would steer me and my brother to her old room or my uncle's old room because we could be more rambunctious in there without fear of knocking over a lamp or something, but it wasn't as if we were forbidden to be in the other rooms.

R40.. R31 here, look at my post and you'll understand a bit of my childhood...

That crawl space under the roof you reached by lifting a panel in the hall ceiling.