I had a colostomy in 2014. Our house is small, with two parents, two kids, two bathrooms.
Within a week of the colostomy, the decision was made. My family did not want to share a bathroom with me. Me, (Mommy), was designated/assigned/banished to our mini-bathroom (shower stall, sink, toilet, about 6.5 feet x 8 feet). Because I smelled so bad when I emptied my bags.
I was given scented candles (I'm allergic to almost all of those). The window opens, but in the winter it's freezing and in the summer the bugs can navigate around the curtain and into the room. It wasn't working out. I was a smelly embarrassment to kids who were not emotionally ready for that.
POWER FAN! Yay, Hubby! The "little bathroom" (mine) had a fan maybe from the 70's, maybe not. Hubby installed a super power fan that also featured low-noise.
It worked!
I took true possession over the mini-bathroom. It no longer smelled. I wrote my mantra in paint around the door. I added a mirror that could only be used by 6-foot me. I worked the room in accents of teal (ovarian cancer color) paint and added a matching towel and bathmat. Added more decor. Hooks. More mirrors. It's turning into the cutest room in my house but it's just for me. . .
My friends and family know that if the door to my mini-Mommy bathroom is closed, then do not enter (power fan may need more time, or Mommy may need to check for cleanliness 'cos bag changes and other yucky cancer stuff can get messy in odd places).
Power fan saved the day. I told my friends, who have only one bathroom (and a new colostomy), and they also put in a power fan. It changed their lives immensely for the better also. (Especially because cancer invites houseguests!)
I actually like being banished to my own bathroom now. If you stick a semi-creative terminal cancer girl into a 6.5 ft x 8 ft space, how much crazy fun will she have? And when it's your own bathroom, and the teenagers don't want to use it, it's such a happy little place. . .
At first, my family was cruel in their teasings about my "bathroom smell" from the colostomy. That hurt a lot. I think that once I focused on the power-fan-now-odorless-from the-home and started to claim the space, and add art to it, my family felt more comfortable. As my children grow, they are also less apt to make comments. And I have the easy claim to cancer, which so many people understand but so many colostomates don't have as an explanation that others take in stride.