In the household traffic pattern, inevitable that somebody would suddenly happen upon another in some state of undress.
Sometimes, accompanied by noise.
Did not require “mental health ‘experts’” nor law enforcement.
If you called the doctor (they visited homes, back then), he would say - after you (now days) would try to relate your whatever - . . . “why did you actually call me?”
If you called the sheriff, the local *volunteer deputy* would drop by, not because of (now days) your whatever, but because your mother was a great cook, and a pie was usually available or your father and the *volunteer deputy* had car talk, or aircraft talk, in common.
The local fathers pitched in and bought the single “cherry” rotating light on top of the car of the *volunteer deputy.*
So, generally, the world was at peace, with wonderfully common issues not requiring The Congress.