Here\'s an article that might help. I forget where i got this from. It\'s a bit long so you might want to print it out and you and her read it.
Here\'s a couple more sites as well that might be a good thing for you both to read.
http://www.travelites.info/cheri.html http://aanr.com/faq_woman_perspective.html. Just aanr.com and naturistsociety.com in general might help even. Do some site searching to find more stuff that might be good, there\'s lots out there.
Women & Social NudityWomen & Social Nudity
A Letter to Wives From a Nudist Spouse
by Pamela Johnson
Although I have never met you I am taking the liberty of writing to you because
I understand that you and your husband have become interested in nudism, and are
probably wondering whether or not to take the step and visit camp this summer.
My husband and I are nudists and just like you we found our way in by ourselves.
However, remembering all the vague fears and worries I fretted about which later
proved groundless, I would like to help you. Will you let me try?
There are so many fine books and magazines about nudists and nudism to advise on
the really big problems that I shall not attempt to discuss them. You are
probably pretty well satisfied in your mind about them at this stage any way. It
is those little worries, that buzz around like gnats that can be really
disturbing -- I know they were to me.
I must admit that one of my first reactions was the thought that I was
considering doing something that was contrary to everything I had ever been
taught about modesty and \"common decency.\" I read all the literature my husband
brought home, and intellectually convinced myself that it was a good thing --
but there the feeling was, and it rankled. Everyone assured me that once I had
made my first visit that feeling would be dispelled, but how was I ever going to
get around it even enough to let me make that first visit? Then I began to
reason this way. Don and I have a very happy marriage. We\'d shared good and bad,
and called the big decisions together and he had never asked me to do anything
that was wrong or really unpleasant. True I had not wanted to do some things at
first -- I remember my first airplane ride at his insistence -- but it usually
turned out that I liked it in the end. Then, too, this thing meant a great deal
to him, I could see that, and I have always maintained it\'s a poor wife who
won\'t give her husband\'s requests and desires at least one try.
Although I didn\'t discuss it with him, I was secretly worried that I wouldn\'t be
as attractive to him as I had been, compared with all the beautiful figures I
was sure must be there. I later found the answer to that one in the normal human
mixture of anatomy that was represented -- the great Average like myself, with a
sprinkling of both better-than and worse- than in the bargain. But the temporary
solution I found was the security I felt that our marriage was based on more
than physical attractiveness and that if I did fall a little short on that, our
mutual love and understanding would even the score. However, being a woman, I
began to watch the extra potatoes and ice cream, and found those impossible ten
minutes for a little exercise.
I must admit I wondered a bit about the sort of people I was going to meet, half
expecting some \"peculiar\" bohemians out of the pages of a Greenwich Village
novel. I eyed the Marys, and Hanks, and Joes we met with the gravest suspicion
which is rather funny to me now that I have come to know them better -- Mary,
the kindergarten teacher, Hank, the local optometrist, and Joe, the
patent-attorney. I was much relieved to find I didn\'t have to put my clothes in
limbo, so to speak, until we were ready to leave, and was mighty glad to put
some of them on again when my shoulders began to burn. I had one rather silly
notion which I acquired from looking over some pictures of the early camps and
parks. Almost every second picture showed a shivering nudist being doused with
cold water from a bucket by helpful friends, or a few industrious souls
exercising madly under a broiling sun. I made up my mind that if such was the
case, there I would draw the line.
Neither Don or I liked the idea of being herded into any sort of planned
recreation, and it was a pleasant surprise to find no one expected you to do
anything except just what you wanted to do. If we seemed inclined to talk, there
was usually someone to talk to, and we didn\'t once feel left out, for there were
plenty of invitations to join the volleyball game or badminton or whatever was
going. I permanently resigned from volleyball after several unsuccessful
attempts to get the darn thing over the net, but Don loves it. It was a
wonderful feeling to meet entirely new people, and enjoy new interests and
activities. By the time we were enjoying \"seconds\" in coffee at dinner that
first evening, we no longer felt like new-comers. There were no cliques to
crash, and with everyone on a first name basis there was no ice to be broken.
That is a peculiar thing you have to experience to believe, but there is a
friendliness about nudists that you find in no other group. As for Don and I, we
have come to count our nudist friends among our closest. They wear very well.
But so much for me and my experiences. I hope they helped. Now, if I may make a
suggestion -- since it is still not quite the season for all the camps and parks
to be open, why don\'t you try your hand at being a nudist in the privacy of your
own home. After all, charity isn\'t the only thing that begins there. Try
sleeping nude, if you don\'t already -- once you get used to it you won\'t want to
sleep any other way. That\'s the first easy step. Then, when you have your shower
or bath, don\'t grab for a robe except for comfort, of course -- do your nails or
set your hair or whatever. I think you\'ll enjoy it.
If you\'ve been egged on to some slimming exercises by the fashion columns or
helpful friends, try them without clothes, it feels wonderful. Of course if all
this is \"old hat\" to you, you are half nudist already. That\'s all it really is,
you know, since it\'s convenient and healthful at times to dispense with clothes
-- nudists do. We\'re not different from other people, just more comfortable.
Well, I have to stop and get supper now. I hope I\'ve been able to help a little.
Try it out at home, if you haven\'t, and then tell your husband you\'ll give it a
try at camp this summer. I know it will bring you closer together than you have
ever been, just as it did for Don and me, and you both will be happy.
See you at the park this summer.
Sincerely,
Pam
This article was first published in the nudist magazine Suntan in 1951. But
except for a very few topical references, it could have been written yesterday.
The observations and advice it contains are just as accurate now as almost 50
years ago. The article has been reprinted many times since then, including in
Clothed With The Sun (issue 7.3), the predecessor of The Naturist Society\'s N.
Pamela Johnson\'s husband Donald is the co-author, with William Hartman and
Marilyn Fithian, of one of the most comprehensive books on nudism in the U. S.,
Nudist Society, first published in 1970. Johnson was also an editor of the
nudist magazine Sunshine and Health.
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