(First posted to the Big Is Beautiful group)
Like so many others here, being nude started in the home, but perhaps not the way you'd expect. My mother was never what you would call a nudist and I think she was also something of a prude. She always wore a nightgown to bed and made sure Ihad pyjamas. My father, on the other hand, was a Swede who never wore any clothing to bed. Later, when the two separated, my mother would actually suggestwe sleep naked whenever it was too hot at night and no air conditioning was available.
As time went on, I just continued to forget all about putting on my pyjamas, and if I ever had the house to myself, I would close all the blinds and not bother wearing anything. Even when I was going through puberty, being nude was never about sex itself, just a way of being comfortable. When I was old enough to drive, I soon was able to find secluded places where I could be nude outdoors.
So, when I finally discovered there was a name for my preferred state of being, I embraced it almost immediately.
Now, my mother simply thought of this type of thing as being "European." When my Austrian uncle died in his sleep, it was know that he, too, was nude at the time. My mother simply said, "He's European."
My mother was hardly a poster girl for nudity, yet I realise there was something in her treatment of it that eventually allowed myself to open up to it.
Has anyone else been through a similar experience?
Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this article are those of the authors and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of SocialCO Media, LLC or True NudistsLike so many others here, being nude started in the home, but perhaps not the way you'd expect. My mother was never what you would call a nudist and I think she was also something of a prude. She always wore a nightgown to bed and made sure Ihad pyjamas. My father, on the other hand, was a Swede who never wore any clothing to bed. Later, when the two separated, my mother would actually suggestwe sleep naked whenever it was too hot at night and no air conditioning was available.
As time went on, I just continued to forget all about putting on my pyjamas, and if I ever had the house to myself, I would close all the blinds and not bother wearing anything. Even when I was going through puberty, being nude was never about sex itself, just a way of being comfortable. When I was old enough to drive, I soon was able to find secluded places where I could be nude outdoors.
So, when I finally discovered there was a name for my preferred state of being, I embraced it almost immediately.
Now, my mother simply thought of this type of thing as being "European." When my Austrian uncle died in his sleep, it was know that he, too, was nude at the time. My mother simply said, "He's European."
My mother was hardly a poster girl for nudity, yet I realise there was something in her treatment of it that eventually allowed myself to open up to it.
Has anyone else been through a similar experience?
