My mother does this. Keep and continuen getting more and more bags from the stores and just store them to keep up space. Every time I try to make her see she doesn’t need so many and that she should free some space (because she’s always complaining of the mess and lack of space for things), she gets mad at me and refuses to listen.
I lived in a coed dorm my junior year in college. We shared the floor and also bathrooms and never had any issues with privacy or disrespect. Everyone got along and there were no problems, sexual or otherwise. It was nice.
Look especially at Last Supper paintings. There’ll be a cat under Judas to symbolize evil. A dog under one of the apostles, usually John, to symbolize loyalty and good.
As a teacher, I always look at my kids in the eye. They look back at me. Makes us really bond.