It was difficult to feel like wearing clothes was okay when it was just family around the house. I hated it, seeing my dad and brothers naked. And when I was somewhere around grades 6-8, I learned that my mom started wearing clothes more when my brothers started realizing she was different than them (years before the conversation happened). Yet I was in grade 4 or 5 before my dad wasn't the one showering with me, and it was around grade 3 that my parents took us to a nudist camp. My parents kept some of the pictures my brothers and I drew as kids, and I found them in high school. All of my people were drawn anatomically correct. I wondered why this didn't raise red flags, since my only association with nudity around others was dysfunctional and I'd been molested. I had a counsellor/mentor I talked with about it that helped me realize that nudity in a family setting can be an honestly good thing. I'm at least comfortable now with being nude around my husband. Maybe someday I'll be okay with visiting a Japanese bathhouse or similar location.