Wildcat,
I can remember my stepson having to be my shadow. It was a treat
to go to a friends and shut the door for a change. When he got to the point of realizing the difference between his privates and mine
I stopped being so open about the bathroom door. And stopped bathing with him. I used to set him up with a book, a treat, a distraction: and then slip off. He would try to open the door, peek under the door, chatter at me. The panic stuff your dealing with is unfamiliar to me. The thought of that makes me take a deeeeeep breath.
