When I was a little girl, and my age was in single digits, mom often took me in the shower with her. At the time, I remember thinking how strange she looked with those big floppy things on her chest and the fact that she not only grew hair on her head… but that she had practically another full head of hair growing somewhere else. The first time she took me to a public changing room at the beach, I was surprised to see that all the ladies looked like mom and all the young girls looked like me (flat chested and bald down below). That was the day I understood and accepted that one day I would transform into that.
Dad was extremely private (about his privates). I never saw him. There was one experience though. My parents had a strict rule that I couldn’t turn the TV on without permission when I was young. Early one Saturday morning I got up and knocked on their bedroom door. No answer. I knocked louder. No answer. I asked if I could watch TV. No answer. It reached a point where I was nearly pounding on that door and yelling. Still no answer. So I tried turning the knob. The door was unlocked. As I pushed the door open, dad flew out of the bed and slammed the door in my face, yelling “Don’t ever come in here if the door is closed!” I didn’t see anything because dad moved faster than the speed of light. I didn’t know about sex back then. I fretted over what had happened. I was following their rules and still messed up. I also couldn’t figure out why they totally ignored me while I knocked at the door. I still can’t figure it out. All I needed was a “Yes” or a “No” and I would have gone away.
Female, 1968 vintage. Dad not that I remember; Mom, when she was bedridden I was her primary caretaker so yes (for the longest period this happened, I was 16-18).
Male here, 20y… Well I grew up bathing together with my dad and grandpa, it was normal but things changed when I was in high-school. I became quite modest it’s probably because of the changes that are happening in my body, also at that time I was studying in a Christian institution and it really influenced and changed my views during those years. My father is a Japanese and he’s an atheist, bathing together with family members is a norm and not vulgar. I have seen my mother naked only by accident when she forgot to lock the bathroom and I rushed in to pee lol
Dad: Yes. I used to hop in the shower with him until I was about 7 or so.
Mom: Nope.
Step mom: Yes. Walked into a room when she was putting her bathing suit on. She was stepping into her bottoms, and she was topless. My 8-year-old self got an eyeful that day. A big, hairy eyeful.
Step dad: Nope.
45-year-old man here. I grew up with both parents and two older brothers. In such a male-majority household, you’d think nudity would reign, but it didn’t. I guess my mother set the tone - I never saw her in anything less than the most modest dress.
I have the vaguest memories of bathing with my brothers, but after a certain age that stopped.
I used to sleepwalk quite a bit as a kid. One time, when I was around junior high school age, I got up in the middle of the night and started running a bath. My father burst angrily into the bathroom, naked as a jay bird, to see what the hell I was doing. He escorted me back to bed, and that’s the one and only time I recall seeing his penis.
I actually wish my dad and brothers had been more open about their bodies; I firmly believe a child should learn that nudity is normal, natural, and not dirty.
Born early 60’s. I’ve seen my parents naked lots of times. In hindsight, walked in on them doing the wild thing once but didn’t know it at the time.
I’m a guy. Having trouble parsing folks that never went swimming, or to the gym, out camping or otherwise when the easiest thing in the world is to change in the same place. My mother wasn’t overly modest. She’d go to the laundry room buck naked out of the shower if she was out of clothese. I would have preferred not to have seen that, but what the hey.
I don’t hide from my 3 daughters. If i’m in taking a shower and then come in, well I keep taking a shower and if it’s time to get out and dry off that’s what I do. They self sensor. I ask for privacy and respect theirs, but don’t make a big deal about the accidental exposure of mutual private parts.
I find it really weird in the locker room these days. Folks older than me take pride in strutting around buck nekkid and sprawling out like a flying squirrel in the sauna or just reading the paper in the cooling off area (and these are 60-70 year olds that might be in shape for their age or not, depending). You get 20 something Adonis Greek God style guys who are shyer than a catholic schoolgirl. Odd change depending on age.