I feel totally violated.

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My parents don't usually touch my room either.

I also don't understand why parents do that. It is as if they have some little demon hanging on their backs with its claws wrapped around their spine, and whenever you leave the house it leaps out of its crevice between their shoulderblades and perches on their skull and reaches in their ear and starts stroking their temporal lobes and whispering "The child's room is disordered, how can you stand it, you have to change the room. It doesn't matter that you won't be using it for anything, the less you use it the more you abuse it, how can you tolerate the bed angled like that, the shelves, the stuff on the floor is giving off smell rays from a black hole and shooting across the universe into your smell sockets and you have to shove it into a drawer." and so on. And they think it is all their idea and are totally clueless as to why they need to do it, but they will maintain forever that it was the right thing to do and anyone would have done it and only a completely unreasonable person would complain about it. And then one day you take a toothpick and say "hey did you see that Hollywood Squares celebrity outside", and they look out the window and you quick sneak up and stab the demon in the head and it squeals and runs away and your parent turns around with teary eyes and sniffles and says "omg you hurt demo-neko-katsuragi-chan how could you be so cruel" and runs away to comfort the little beastie and you are like wtf m8?

It is a little like that.

Its exactly like that! Evil demo-neko-katsuragi-chan...

Heh, I would like to mess up their stuff too, but I really really don't want to poke around in their underwear drawers. The less I know about my parents underwear the better.
(Like what if I found a thong or something? Oh gawd... I don't even wanna think about it!)

When I was young, my mother wouldn't touch my room even if you paid her.

Basically, I would be throwing INCREDIBLE tantrums with anyone touching my things without my express permission and then my watching to make sure they do not mess things up too much.

Oh Sanity, I am so sorry. That would have sent me into a tantrum when I was still living at home. Thank G-d my parents never did that to me. I have 5 kids and I would never rearrange their stuff unless they asked me to help them do it.

I do, however, enter my 19yo son's room to "collect" things after he has gone to work. Like plates, cups, and silverware, hopefully before anything starts growing on them (he's usually very good about bringing them to the dishwasher himself, but sometimes he forgets). Or piles of empty plastic pop bottles for the weekly recycling pick-up. But I have never moved his personal things.

I used to come home from school occasionally to find mum had gone thru my room like a white tornado. She seemed so happy and pleased with herself it was hard to complain. She wasn't really allowed to, my room was tolerated as long as I didn't mess the rest of the house or have plates/cups in there and kept the door closed-ish, but it just eats away at them...

A corresponding phenomenon happens in the world of work. Sometimes you come back from holidays and they've re-arranged the office and the personnel...you find someone else sitting at your desk, doing your job.

Gah, I hate that.

My mom wouldn't dare touch my room, but downstairs is a different story. Sometimes she'll move something that someone left downstairs, and when I ask her where it is, she doesn't remember. Or I'll ask where the mail is, and she won't know. If someone moves something of mine, they better damn well know <i>where</i> they put it. Gaaah. But I deal with it anyway

I have got a new BB gun, and my room has a bit of ash in it, so my parents won't touch it.