Maca and I have a room-as it's always been. GG has a room too (short a wall and a door though).
I go from one to the other.
My personal space, where I "escape" is the bathtub (which is communal) or going outside for my walks.
It bothers me at times, but mostly I am ok as long as I get the tub time and the regular walks.
With the surgery I'm not allowed the tub time, and let me tell you-my internal drive to get out and walk is SCREAMING for release.
Of course I'm also sleeping in a chair in the livingroom which SUCKS SUCKS SUCKS.
"Love As Thou Wilt"