I can't share a bed - I just sleep so lightly it's impossible. I get sleep-deprived, and end up either tearful or enraged.
I feel something of a failure for this. People should be able to sleep with their lover, shouldn't they? I want to be "a real girl" who can live full-time with her partner and sleep in a bed with him.
Of course I know that this is all social pressure. I am who I am - why try to adapt myself to a role that I cannot fill? It'd be like telling people who love sharing beds that they should be able to sleep happily apart.
So much of my life has been wanting to be like the other boys and girls, and feeling great relief when I felt I was being normal. But I'm not normal - no one is, really, and certainly none of us is NT.
So much of my life now is about trying to unpick all those shoulds and norms, and accept myself for who I am. The (figurative) voice in my head still says, "You're wrong you've failed you're wrong you've failed." I try to say, "No, I'm not wrong. I haven't failed. I understand why you're saying this, self. But it doesn't help any more. This helps now."
So, in short - I have my own bedroom. 