My stepmo m convinced my dad to tAke my doorknob for awhile as I was a "troubled youth" (had just moved out my abusive moms house and clearly still needed LOTS of therapy and counseling)... since one of my sins was "sluttyness" they had to put it back so my brothers friends couldnt see me changing because I was doing it on purpose? So instead they installed a 5 digit fireproof electric locking doorknob and i had to get them to type in the code to enter my room, even if I left to get juice and was going back in.

I ended up putting pink chapstick on the buttons, turning off the hall light , and saying I was locked out again. I figured out the code from the smudges on the buttons. My dad gave up shortly thereafter, but let me keep the fancy lock.