I’m very apathetic to certain things, I like my personal space as in my bubble, but I’m fine with sleeping on the couch and changing in the bathroom and have very few possessions to need a room for. They’re nice, and I’d prefer my own space, but I’m not at loss sharing with anyone.
But after moving out of my dads and living on my own for about a year and then jumping right into living with my girlfriend pretty much on day one due to her moving out of her ex’s I was a bit shocked. What bothered me the most was sleeping. It was strange sharing a sleeping place with someone, and my lack of intimacy in this regard as I preferred to be curled in the fetal position away from her bothered her, and her insistence that I try to get used to cuddling and snoozing made me a bit irate as I was comfortable sleeping my way and that’s how I slept, it bothered me that she came into my space and tried changing what little I needed to be happy in my space.
But other than that one detail I was fine with everything else and the transition was almost flawless, it’s not like I needed to masturbate any more.