A Girl Shares Her New to Nudism Story – as in NEW-DISM

| October 8, 2010 | 17 Comments

NEW-DISM or New to Nudism: A Girl Friend Recounts Her Experience with Nudism

New to Nudism? or “New-Dism”?

Introduction by Felicity: As I said before, I went about encouraging my friends to try naturism this past summer by visiting me. Well I asked one if she could write me a story about visiting a nudist club and encountering naturism for the first time, and she did! Having grown up as a nudist, I really wanted to know what it was like for a new person to step into the nudist community who grew up in a totally non-nudist household / family.

It seems I didn’t give a good enough introduction to this at first, so let me clarify. My female friend from college visited me at a nudist club for the first time, and I asked her to write a story about what it was like.

We picked a good weekend for her to visit, so her and her (female) friend came as my guests, and I did my best to introduce them to naturism/the club. The weather wasn’t great, so we hung out in a group, but had to dress as the cold came on, so it wasn’t ideal.

I was nude for a short time and let my guests get used to things. As my friend describes it, she got naked and walked around on her own to see what it was all about! And these are her general impressions and experience of it.

NEW-DISM as in New to Nudism at Rock Lodge

NEW-DISM as in New to Nudism at Rock Lodge

Below is Her New To Nudism or “NEW-DISM” Story:

Disclaimer: Please be advised that nudist camps are NOT the place to go for anyone seeking a crazy swinger outdoor naked orgy and/or men walking around with boners. I repeat, nudist camps are not the place to go for a wild romp or the viewing of boners, sorry to disappoint.

My curiosity about nudist camps stems back almost two years ago. I uncovered via some incriminating facebook pictures that my roommate/friend was in a sense, leading a double life. She had been raised in a nudist camp and during summer and spring breaks from college that’s where she returned, unbeknownst to us.

Needless to say, my friends and I were beyond shocked at this discovery, and proceeded to bombard her with a wide array of questions, including “What do you do when it gets cold?” and “Do people have sex all over the place?” (Admittedly, some questions were more plausible than others). Our intentions were not to be inappropriate.

The fact was, we literally had no idea what this type of lifestyle entailed (minus my half-hour long education on nudism from MTV’s True Life: My Parents Are Nudists. The documentary illustrated the story of a teen forced to grow up in a nudist camp as a sad, embarrassing plight that he could not escape, and I was left thinking, “At least I’m not him.”)

Upon my college graduation, I embarked on the path of semi-self-discovery and adventure, as many often do when they don’t know what the next life step is. I was antsy to go anywhere and everywhere, and hopefully along the way learn more about myself and others. I boldly decided I would set all apprehensions aside, and visit my friend at a nudist club called Rock Lodge.

I embarked on my journey on a beautiful summer day with a friend from home. We debated and predicted what the camp would be like, having little, to no idea what to expect. I have to admit I was nervous, and took pointless detours to prolong our arrival (yes—I did try to find a certain Real Housewife of New Jersey). As we entered the gates of the nudist camp, a wave of panic came over me as a man greeted us (naked, of course).

As much as I had prepared myself, the initial nude viewing caught me off-guard. I fought not to let my discomfort get the best of me. I quickly regained my composure and put my game face on—I had come this far, I was ready. As we strolled through the camp I met a variety of people, all different ages, and equally as notable, all different shapes and sizes.

I couldn’t help but admire the confidence everyone seemed to possess, no matter their physical shape, and I slightly envied them. They seemed to feel infinitely more confident than most people who walk around fully clothed.

I thought to myself, “How can people whose imperfections are so blatantly visible for everyone to see possess such confidence?” As I learned more about the lifestyle and the philosophies behind nudism, I began to understand why.

Initially, I didn’t feel comfortable taking my clothes off and getting naked, but I began to feel comfortable around naked people. After the first few handshakes and conversations, it became somewhat normal. After the first few hours, I no longer thought about the fact that people were naked and I understood how easily people could adapt to this lifestyle, if they were open to it. I also noticed how accepting people were.

My friend and I arrived fully clothed, and (despite our best efforts) clearly a little bit uncomfortable. Yet we were embraced with open arms and no one seemed skeptical of our motives for visiting. I appreciated the initial acceptance, since so often there is pressure to prove yourself in some way amongst a group of new people, in order to be accepted. We skipped that step at the camp, and that was something I greatly appreciated.

I did end up taking off my clothes very briefly later in the day as I went for a walk in the woods (I didn’t let anyone see me though, I wasn’t THAT brave). It was truly one of the strangest and simultaneously liberating feelings I’ve experienced in a long time.

I walked on a trail surrounding a medium-sized lake. The sun was shining through in patches but the trail was, for the most part, covered. I made my way apprehensively onto the beach and stood alone, in the middle of the sand, overlooking the lake. I knew people on the other side of the lake could see me naked from a distance, but I no longer cared.

At that moment standing on the beach, I realized how far I had surpassed my comfort zone, and how much I enjoyed it. I re-clothed and continued to spend the rest of the day and night at the camp. Some members put on clothing when the weather started to be uncooperative. Throughout my time there I gained knowledge from the perspectives of both long-time nudists and brand new ones.

It seemed that members initially chose this lifestyle for all different reasons, but continued to live it for very similar reasons including the instilled sense of confidence from a young age, the lack of superficial importance, and superior connection with nature.

I left the nudist club feeling slightly changed and, I know it sounds lame, a little bit wiser and more confident. I definitely recommend that everyone experience this lifestyle (or social nudity) at least once, even for a short amount of time, in their own way. I hope to return to Rock Lodge again one day, and perhaps next time, I’ll even be a little bit braver …

This New to Nudism or – NEW-DISM Story was published by – Young Naturists & Nudists America YNA

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