I do not remember the topic of nudity ever coming up in our home. I never saw my mother in anything less than a one piece swim suit; and even then, she walked around hump-shouldered and in a hurry to get from one place to another, as though being seen standing up in it was embarrassing.  I also never saw my dad naked.  If I ever went in their bedroom in the morning before they got up or the evening (when coming home from a movie or whatever), my dad, fully covered with blankets, would put his hand over his crotch area as though letting me see a bump in the covers would be unforgiveable.  In our house, it was locked doors, never be seen in your underwear and we just don't talk about things like that.
Prime example:  In our adult years, my sister said that on the night before her wedding, she had gone to bed and my mom entered her room, sat nervously on the end of her bed and said, "I just want to tell you that the first time you ... well ... you know ... have intercourse ... it hurts." Then she stood quickly and exited the room.  That, believe it or not, was my sister's "sex talk" from Mom.  My sister said, "If we hadn't already been doing it, I would have been scared to death!"

I've never made any connection between all of this and my own interest in nudity.  I've just always felt more comfortable naked and when I was alone I was naked. Just never talked about it.  In fact, when I've reflected back on those years I've come to the realization that my sisters and I pretty much led a life that parallelled our parents' but almost as though in a different dimension; where we met for meals and an occasional evening of TV and so forth, but for the most part moved along side them but with a sort of fog between us.  I am convinced that if they could somehow know that I'm naked right now, they'd be spinning in their graves.

Back in the 70's and 80's when I was a kid, nudity isn't much of a thing as long as you're a boy.  It's also not a thing for men and boys to show some skin.  When it's hot, take your shirt off.  When you shower, by yourself or with others, you go naked of course because why would you do it otherwise.  When you go hiking or camping and it gets hot and sticky, if you're among boys then you take off all your clothes and jump into cooling water. Outside of those situations, people would be dressed.  I was brought up this way alongside the whole generation of kids.  Nothing extraordinary practiced by my parents. I didn't see them nude but they and other other parents had no issue with me coming out of showers naked.  They would yell at me because I came out of the bathroom dripping water but never never because I didn't have clothes on!  This remained the case until I was in my early teens.

I myself like to go nude beyond those situations but that's another story...

“I told my parents how I felt [about naturism] when I was 13, and it went great.  We already lived in a household that was pretty open about nudity, and you could walk around naked after a shower or sunbathe nude in the backyard and no one would bat an eye.  I found out about nudism online and told them how I felt, and ever since then, I’ve been naked in the house all the time.” – Asian Nudist

My family was not open to nudity when I grew up, but they now all know I enjoy naturism, even though they don't want to know the details.

I wonder how much a cool attitude towards nudity in the family home when growing up both helps the growing child and also helps the adult child with their relationships with their parents? 

Steve's parents are lovely and they have a good relationship but there has always been a slight leaning towards not opening up. His story shared here https://www.anaturistworld.com/member-blog/45831/a-naturist-family-me-and-my-body-7-learning-to-accept-yourself would have been so much less traumatic if his parents had been more approachable about the body. There are aspects of his family (not so much from Steve) that have been left unsaid and you cannot help but wonder if they had been a naturist family whether those discussions would have taken place and the good relationships would have been much more than that - honest, open and no hidden stories or confused pain.

When I look at my own childhood there was a dangerously unhealthy aspect around nudity and the body from my father's side which maybe a more naturist and natural approach may have prevented. 

My mother feared nudity - just as she feared closeness. Her reaction to me once stumbling across her naked coming out of the bathroom when I was about 6 or 7 was beyond sensible reaction. He anger with me - for simply walking across the landing at that point - was over the top considering I was a young girl and she was my mother. But she also held back emotionally and keeps that distance today. Her life is one of falseness - and ironically she doesn't just not go naked but hardly bares a piece of her skin - she reacts badly to the sun but also says she is very private about her body. She wears her privacy as if it is a strength but her inability to be open is a weakness that both damages the ability to have good relationships and opens her up to bad ones. 

It may be of no coincidence that the period of time that I thought that my mother was going to be able to have a truly honest relationship with me was also the time when she seemed to be opening up to naturism. Steve, myself and the boys were naked around her quite a lot at that time and she was happy about that and very comfortable. Then one afternoon when it was just the two of us she actually had a naked swim with me in the pool. It had been a period where I felt she was fighting the need she has to hold back - and I felt that given positive time she was going to move forward with her relationship with me and also her naked confidence and enjoy naturism with my whole family. But shortly after that time she started moving in the opposite direction pulling further and further into her self and her fears and pain. To the point now that there is simply nothing real about her, she is an alcoholic and her relationship with me and my family is fake and full of more barriers than a whole warehouse of clothes. 

Good parents and healthy relationship can exist beyond naturism - but I wonder how the ability to be naked as a family does have a positive effect on making the whole process easier and more positive. 

What do you think?

Although my parents were not naturists, per se, they introduced me to naturism during holidays in Croatia where we ended up, as a family, on a naturist beach. I was around 9 or 8. That was the first time I saw my parents naked and realised that naturism existed. I got naked without any problem and this experience planted a seed that grew slowly. From there, I grabbed every opportunity to get naked. Although I left naturism as a teenager (or naturism left me, as I grew insecure with my body), I rediscover it as a young adult on another beach, and this time, it never left me. I still go naked when am at my parent's, particularly in summer around the pool.