This is going to be all about me. My upbringing from childhood to teen and then onto adult covering the events that made me a naturist.
Let's start way, way back. My childhood did not get off to a great start, to be honest. When I was 3 - 4 yrs old I was left alone in a back garden and I managed to peel the paint off a garden door and unknown to all this paint had a high lead content and over the next few weeks I became more and more ill and when I became pale and limp I was taken to the doctors and after tests, they found my blood contained 3 1/2 times the normal level of lead that would kill a person. Needless to say, I spent nearly a year in hospital fighting for my life but eventually pulled through after having around 150 injections a day to pull the lead-contaminated blood from my body.
After that, I was a quiet kid. I was very shy and did not really have friends but remember hearing time and time again from the doctors at each 6-month checkup that they felt I would have received some form of brain-damaged from the lead as well as permanently damaged all the organs in my body. They honestly thought I would not recover fully and I would not live to see my 18th birthday.
This gave me an interesting look at life as I felt I should do what makes me happy if I was not going to have as long as most others. Where I had seemed not to developed social skills I spent most my time in my bedroom playing or watching tv but clearly remember that I hated wearing clothes so would stay up there nude all day. This was the start of my naturist journey.
I hated every minute of school, it was just not for me but one thing I did not mind at secondary school was physical education as it always gave me a chance to get undressed. Normally I would end up the last to leave as I just never wanted to get dressed again. At home, I would wait until my parents and sister went out and then dash into the garden with no clothes on to sunbathe or just be in the garden nude. The feeling of being free made me feel complete and happy. When I got to the age of being able to drive I would often be sunbathing nude in the garden when my mates arrived they had to wait for me to get dressed so we could go out. I was always the one that when skinny dipping was mentioned I would be first out of my clothes and stood waiting for everyone else.
So being able to drive gave me my first experience of a naturist beach. One lovely summer day I had it all planned out and headed to Brighton in East Sussex and parked at Madera Drive just along from the naturist beach. I remember getting out of the car wearing a t-shirt and shorts and clutching a towel tightly in my hand. As I crossed the textile beach I saw the nude people laying there and thought that this is right for me, someplace I felt I fitted in at. I looked for a place to lay and managed to find a nice gap and placed my towel down and sat on it and just froze! It suddenly occurred to me I was in a public place and was about to get naked for the first time but as I sat there I felt that being clothed made me look odd so I laid down flat and wriggled out of my t-shirt. Then the big moment, I wiggled out of my shorts and underwear and laid dead still in the sun unsure if I was "doing it right". After a while I realised there was nothing wrong and felt calm and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of the sun all over my body. A couple of hours had passed and I had been laying there enjoying it and then the sun suddenly disappeared. I looked up and saw a person stood in front of me. I looked at them and they said: "do you want a free condom?". "What the hell" went through my mind and I managed to say no thank you to them and they went to the next person. My mind was then all over the place, was this normal, was it some sort of orgy that happened at a set time and with those thoughts in my mind, I quickly got dressed and went back to the car feeling very confused.
I had not been back to the beach again after that and in a couple of years after it, I had managed to get a girlfriend, proposed, and got married. We bought a flat together and she was then aware of how I would not wear clothes at home and she accepted it. She was not a naturist but after a while, she began to join me nude indoors and actually began to feel comfortable like it. We moved houses a couple of times and as we had both got successful businesses we purchased our dream home that had a secluded garden and so we would both be nude in it. We then had a son and then things changed. He was diagnosed as having Aspergers and at that point, the specialist that diagnosed him told me he could see I also had it. This had been missed all the way through my time at school and the teachers had put it down to me being lazy and having a short attention span. This put a lot of pressure on our marriage as well as her business began to struggle. I had heard of this thing called the world naked bike ride and decided to go and take part. I began to take part yearly as a ride marshal, fully nude. This was the final straw as since we had our son my wife had stopped going in the garden nude and now I was doing the ride and being naked in public the marriage fell apart. She was out clubbing every night and sleeping at other people's houses leaving me to look after our son. We separated and I moved to a rented house by myself as during the divorce it came to light that she had in fact bailed out her business from debt with credit cards from our joint account so we both walked away from our 13-year relationship with about £6k so I could not afford to by another home.
Over the next few years, I went yearly on the naked bike rides as well as being nude at home and in my garden. My neighbors had no issues with me being nude in the garden and would often stand and chat over the fence whilst I was nude. I began to go to Normans Bay Beach in East Sussex, this is an unofficial nudist beach and is quieter than Brighton and nobody walks along offering free condoms! I joined the Eastbourne Naturist Swim Club (now called East Sussex Naturists) as well as Stark Trekkers and began going on organised naturist walks. I was enjoying being a naturist more and more and knew this is the real me
I then took the plunge and went with a fellow naturist swim member and went to Vera Playa. Instantly I knew this is the place I want to retire to. Friendly, relaxed, warm naturist town. The feeling is amazing to get up the first day, take a shower, have breakfast, and then walk into the street fully nude and nobody cares. t be able to go to a bar and sit for am meal or a drink and not have to worry about being dressed is sublime. I cannot explain how amazing it is to be there. I have been a couple of times over the last two years and am supposed to be there this year but it is uncertain due to the lockdown. I have also stayed at the Naturist Foundation in Kent for a long weekend, Such a lovely place with very friendly and welcoming people there. I will be back there yearly for long weekends or a week break as it is so relaxing to be nude from arrival to departure.
I have taken on more responsibility within the East Sussex Natutsits club as I am a committee member, social media officer, club membership secretary, and organize the attendance at the naked swims.
I also decided to make my own naturist website to be able to show the world that naturists are normal people that just live their life nude, even if it is whilst doing day-to-day activities like cleaning, etc by doing written and video blogs from my naturist lifestyle. I am a UK ambassador for the Naturist symbol and sell items on my website with the logo on at cost price.
I also have joined the UK naturist camping club so I can explore these various places around the UK where naturists can feel relaxed with others
So that is my naturist life. Every day I get home and do like everybody else - remove my shoes as soon as I get in but unlike most, I remove all my clothes as well. May my naturist life continue for many years, I already beat the doctor's prediction of not seeing my 18th.