Thanks, @SmileyClare.
Re: locked doors, @CriticalCondition’s response is very pertinent, I think. I wasn’t going to post this precisely bc I’m such a private person, but one of the reasons I’m engaging in this chat today is actually because I was, yesterday afternoon, in a locked M&S bra-fitting cubicle trying on undies. And because, as I browsed for possibilities, a lovely sales assistant recommended a fitting. And because, despite this being long overdue, & the benefits of it to my health (purse!) & appearance at the big event I was buying for, I declined.
I declined for two, linked reasons. 1) As I’d been changing a few minutes earlier, I’d overheard the bra-fitting of a teenage girl in the adjacent cube, & the conversation was disconcertingly explicit & intimate, even for another female to overhear! 2) The changing cubicles weren’t labelled female only, & I know M&S’s policy is “inclusive” of males.
I’m sufficiently private that even the thought of being fitted by an unknown woman with other women overhearing is rather off-putting & takes a degree of resolve. I’ve only felt comfortable enough doing it in the past because of the unspoken social contract that it would only be women overhearing. Even the thought of a male I know & trust overhearing would be anathema.
That promise of privacy & dignity is gone now.
My knowledge that the probability that a male may hear every word & detail is now much, much higher than it was previously has made it proportionately harder for me to access this service - a service something recommended for my health.
This is because how a man identifies means nothing to me personally. I’ll respect his choices, but how can I (WHY should I?!) FEEL any differently MYSELF because of how HE feels? That’s impossible - his internal perspective of himself is utterly inaccessible to me as a separate, autonomous, thinking being.
And on top of that, yes, there is the possibility that he may be a voyeur, that he may lie, that he may simply relish hearing my fitting as a reinforcement of his own identity. I don’t know. I CAN’T know.
I’ve lost the previous virtual certainty of privacy & dignity that made this service accessible to me.