lavarephobia?

I have a very strange need to always use the same stalls in public washrooms.  If I've used that washroom before, chances are I scoped out my "favorite" stall, and from here on out, that's 'my' stall.

I think it stems from a long line of bathroom phobias I've had over the years, including (but not limited to):

• peeing outside:

I cannot do this.  I require an outhouse at the very least, although these scare me too.  It took a long time and an intense love for drinking beer while camping to accept outhouses into my life.

• conversations in washrooms:

I'm PEEING.  Why are you talking to me?!  It's incredibly awkward when the courtesy 'hi, how are you' in the sink area of a washroom picks back up over the walls of the stall.  I'm sitting in a small room so that I can pretend you aren't here!  Why must you ruin the illusion for me by drawing attention to the fact that I can hear everything that goes on in your little room, and therefore the reciprocal is true??

• using other people's washrooms:

My washroom is incredibly sacred to me.  Using other's washrooms is strange for me, and I feel like I can't touch anything... not because I expect people not to touch anything in mine, just because I feel like I'm violating a private space.

• foreign washrooms containing things such as hoses instead of toilet paper, or holes instead of toilets:

I don't think I need to elaborate here...

• single room public washrooms:

you know the ones... like in Safeway for example.  An enormous room with a toilet and a sink in the far corner, and you're never sure the door is ACTUALLY locked, but it's too far to hold shut with your free hand like you would in a stall with a broken lock, and the floor is always wet.

There were people in both of 'my' stalls at work today when I went to pee.

I held it.