Mom called them clothing tantrums when I was younger. No matter how much she tried, when I got into one of those moods there was no way on this earth she was going to get me to keep my clothes on. I was like a mad thing. The only thing on my mind was getting my clothes off no matter what it took. She didn't make a big deal of it and left me to do as I pleased pretty much. When you're a kid nobody much cares if you are naked. Things became more complicated once at school. Mom was called into school to collect me so many times I lost count. The other kids thought I was funny getting undressed like that. Some even thought it was a cool way of going to go home early. I didn't think it was cool. It always resulted in some form of punishment.
I was sent to see a psychologist and within three months I was becoming a normal human being. My urge to get naked did lessen; the control I had developed to go ahead and remove my clothes had been increased. That didn't stop me from getting naked and every opportunity, I might add. Mom laid out a set of guidelines. Nudity at home was always allowed. In the back yard it depended on the time of year. During the summer I appeared to be a (mostly) normal kid and wanting to get a good tan. In the colder months it looks plain bizarre to be running around naked. My mom was more bothered by the image of our family than my feeling of well being.
When I hit puberty the rules were changed and I had to be dressed at home when people called. It's funny how developing pubic hair and breasts can make innocent nudity appear sexual. Yeah, I was developing sexually but why should that make any difference to innocent nudity? Being a moody teenager I was able to get my own way eventually. I set about my plan one evening after being banished to my room.
I had no hang ups over my physical appearance. I'd been naked in front of so many people that it didn't make me feel embarrassed in the smallest amount. I could easily walk out the front door and down our street totally naked.
My protest started. I didn't wear a stitch of clothing around the home for a month. If the doorbell rang I made sure it was me that was going to answer it. Each time I was sent to my room and each time I opened the shutters and sat at the window reading in full view of the street. If nobody else was home I went into the back yard and read my book. There was nothing she could do to stop me no matter how much she tried. She eventually caved in. I could be naked at home, even around visitors in exchange for leaving the door for someone else to get and keeping away from windows!
Six months ago I moved out and into my own apartment. I'm working a paying my way through college. For the first time I've got the freedom to do as I want. In a lot of ways having my own place to live makes my desire to be naked stronger. I know what once I get home all my clothes can come off and I can make myself free again. This means while I'm away from home my body is crying out to be let free.
My friends are totally cool. When they call my clothes stay off. None of them have a problem with my nudity. Some of my friends have sun baked naked in the back yard with me. They may one day come to the lake with me and find out how amazing it is to swim naked once they find the courage.