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For my preceding naturist story sites see Part 1 Naturist Blog Seriesand Part 2 Boobs, Boobs Everywhere. A Captive Household Nudist Home Naturist - People talk about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder these days as if it were a joke. Oh, I'm so OCD! you might say, when choosing what to wear or putting away the dishes. Even in movies and TV shows, they make light of it; view As Good As It Gets with Jack Nicholson, or the show Monk. But for my mum, OCD was no laughing matter. She suffered through it, scarcely getting even a few hours sleep per night. Within my family, we only referred to it as mother's issue. At least, that was what I called it before high school. My psychology textbook chapter on OCD was a disclosure. Oh my God! I believed, that is mom! Her neurosis impacted every part of our lives. Among her many hangups was how I was supposed to dress and comb my hair, but she obsessed largely over doors. Just she and my dad were allowed to have keys. My sister, who lived with us until she was thirty, never had a key of her own, phoning my mom daily to unlock the front door. This would not have been so awful if my mom had been a housewife, but we were eatery individuals, and our lives revolved around making pizza. After the school bus dropped me off, she made a fast lunch as I saw He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, and for four to six hours afterward, I became a solitary prisoner in my dwelling. Dad, brother, sister and mother were all at the eatery, and every door was locked from the inside. Thank God we never had a fire or I would have already been toasted living. The disadvantage to being trapped in my own house was, obviously, loneliness. I spoke to myself incessantly and acted out the stories running wild in my own head. But after "bathing unicorn girl", I discovered a surprising gain to my solitary existence. There was a certain exhilaration in showering without shame which led me to spending time naked in the bedroom. And since my mother locked and unlocked and locked the door about fifty times before becoming in her car, I knew when she away, so when I could be alone. Let me simply say I Have spent a lifetime trying to describe that first feeling of stepping out my bedroom door sans underwear. Perhaps it was the years of repression, from both my mom and my Baptist school, but I felt like I'd lived my whole life in a cave and was seeing a beautiful landscape for the first time. Or a man who'd never known music and hearing Mozart for the initial time. Especially, it was the universe of touch that opened up to me. The feeling of air on my shoulders, the bristles of carpet under my feet, the varied textures of every chair and pillow. And it still looks peculiar to me. It was not like I Had never worn a bathing suit, but being totally naked made me acutely more aware of my surroundings. Home Naturist Held Captive Needless to say, I was a teenager, and I'd be remiss never to mention arousal. But after the first hour or so, my brain figured intercourse was not occurring. There was also the delight factor. When people say they climb mountains because they are afraid of heights, I comprehend what they mean. I did flirt with the black side of nudism - exhibitionism - at one point. But I never truly cared for anyone to actually see me nude. All I really needed was that sense of independence, to be one with myself and my surroundings. Over the next few years, whenever the family was away, the clothing came off. And I developed quite good hearing. When a car door slammed shut, I 'd minutes to get dressed, and my shorts were always within reach. It was like having a fire drill, except it was a parents-arriving-surprisingly practice, and anyhow I couldn't have had a fire drill because I was locked in the damn house. Some days I worried I was suffering from some mental illness. My behaviour was not exactly normal, and the Internet was still years away, so I couldn't only Google being naked. There was no way of knowing folks like me existed. But that did not stop me from growing ever more daring. Places I secretly went nude: my father's orange grove, hotel locker rooms, hotel jacuzzis, and the woods behind our restaurant. Home Naturist That last part, I confess, was a bit ignorant. This isn't some idyllic, Middle Earth-kind forest either; this was Florida swampland, more Naked and Frightened than anything else, with spiders, snakes, and a lake full of alligators. But none of that concerned me. There was also trash, from the displaced people who liked to camp out there, and perhaps on-the-run pedophiles. Come to think of it, I was a pedophile's greatest fantasy: a lad in the woods, naked and alone. But my only real fear was someone stealing my clothes and having to return to my family, and a restaurant saturated in stunned customers and employees, wearing just a pizza box without any explanation. Sure, it might have made for a great storyline, but I'd likely be experiencing humiliation-PTSD now. I had eventually decided I was a nudist. Though I couldn't be certain what the lifestyle entailed, life just seemed better without clothes. Even algebra homework was more enjoyable sitting on my naked buttocks. But my new found freedom came coupled with tension; as a nudist, I was true to myself, and yet my true self had to stay hidden; naturism was about being open, yet also my biggest secret. Frustrated by these paradoxes and philosophically minded at a young age, I began to ask the hard questions, like why shame existed to this type of degree in our society, and why it was even required to wear clothes. Being a real Home Nudist Wouldn't the world be better without shame? Sometimes, when my sister drove me to the library for school, I spent enough time on the microfiche machine (Google it, kids!) to look up posts on naturism / naturism. But more than anything, I needed to come out of the closet, to spend time around other nude folks where I could be myself and enjoy the components of nature without fear. When boys my age started fantasizing about sex, I was thinking about the unclothed beaches of the Greek isles. But how could I ever find a way to go there? How could In summary, bare recreation recreation is not any distinct from any sort of recreation. Naturists do not stop appreciating the activities which they previously loved just because they don't have clothing on, so that as more people consider this lifestyle for themselves, they realize that clothes don't really add much to the experience! In the first place, think about swimming. Swimming is a natural recreational activity for nudists as it enables them to be in the water and to feel the water alongside their skin. be free? I visited Greece every summer, but always with the family, and if my mom were to discover my naturism, with her clothes-associated OCD, she'd probably die of a heart attack. Find out how in In The Nudist World Communication Is Rough! Especially with Vita Nuda Northeast (VNNE)! , coming next week! Now read Part 4: Hunting For The Nudist-Fowl. This guest site about really being a captive household naturist was published by - Young Naturists & Naturists America Tags: children and youngsters, greece, home naturism Type: Nudist Website To know more, go to website: https://twitter.com/qanegutotiru https://twitter.com/wejosilifunu

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