"I have learned that when that place is reached, ever so remotely,
healing is possible and the freedom changes lives."

SWIMMING LESSONS: Fear and Freedom
By Daniel D. Ziegler

In the summer of 1954, a ten year old farm boy, who loved the water, desperately
wanted to learn how to swim. Too many summers had gone by as the older boys
swam in Squaconning Creek and the Saginaw River, while all he could do was
splash around in the shallow water. He wanted to swim and dive off the bridge
like the big kids. Attempts made by his father to teach him how to swim a couple
years earlier failed as his impatient father deliberately dunked him several times.
Crying and screaming but still wanting to learn, the young boy resolved never to
ask his father again. Somehow he would learn on his own if he had to.

Through school, this fourth grader found out that the Red Cross was offering free
swimming lessons at the big high school in town. However, because his mother
didn’t drive and his father was too busy from sunup to sundown with farming
chores, transportation would be a problem. That problem actually had been
solved a year earlier, however, when his older brother by three years, took the
same swimming lessons and got there by riding his bike 3 miles into town,
catching a city bus part way and walking the remaining seven blocks to the high
school. A scary odyssey for very shy 10 year old, but one he was willing to face
knowing that by the time he started in 5th grade next fall, he would be good

1954 4th grade

But there was one more catch—the biggest obstacle of all. He had learned from
his older brother that the boys were required to shower together before the
class—totally naked. That was scary!

Resolved to learn how to swim that summer, however, the scared yet brave boy
filled out the registration card and mailed it in.

During the next couple weeks it was hard for the young boy to keep from thinking
of the first time he would have to be in the shower naked with all those other boys.
The fear was enough to keep him awake some nights but he kept thinking of how
he would be the youngest kid to dive off the Church Bridge by the end of summer.

Accompanying him to the first lesson to show him how to ride the bus, where to
get off and to show him how to get to the high school gym and pool was his older
brother. That made the traveling part easier to learn. But standing in line in the
gym waiting to get into the locker room and shower was a different story. What
was probably only a few minutes, seemed like hours. Finally the moment came
when a young man opened the door and led the boys into the locker area.
Apparently sensing not only the nervousness of the shy farm boy but that of the
other kids too, he calmly explained the showering procedure and reassured them
it wouldn’t be bad…and actually, it wasn’t. It was the anticipation of it that was by
far the worst part. After that, it was no problem.

The young farm boy successfully completed the swimming lessons and, indeed,
by the end of the summer had become a competent enough swimmer to be the
youngest kid to be diving off the Church Bridge over Squaconning Creek on
Ziegler Road.

…But the memory of those anxious moments preceding the shower room would
live on with the child many for years.


I grew up, married and raised a family.

Throughout the years, I had many of the typical encounters with nudity where it
couldn’t be avoided, such as high school swimming class, college dorm life and
Army life. Though none of these were particularly difficult for me, it often seemed
easier for others, and there was a part of me that didn’t want it that way. I wanted
it to be easy. And as I thought about it over the years, I came to the conclusion
that it SHOULD be easy, after all, it was natural that we all have bodies and it
should feel natural for us to be nude in the presence of others. Why it didn’t for me
or for many others, I would come to realize, is based on a long history religious
and societal negative conditioning.

Around the house as my family was growing up, I frequently wore nothing when
the weather or situation permitted. It was my intention that my actions conveyed
the message that the body is natural and therefore nothing to be ashamed of.
Though I realized that my children would be influenced not only by me but also by
the society within which they were going up, I at least wanted them to have
experience the naturalness of nudity and that was something I could present. But I
also was aware that out in the world they would be up against a different
message, the message that the human body is shameful and needs to be
covered. That they were receiving mixed messages was something I was aware
of but regretfully could do nothing about, and although I talked to them about these
things, I knew that they too might grow up with a certain amount of anxiety over
nudity as I had, or even worse, a message that their father was weird. What’s a
parent to do?

Although much within me had healed since those early childhood days of anxiety
over the locker room shower, there was still much that needed to heal and I set
about the healing process. I have written extensively about this in my book
NAKED BEFORE GOD: A Look at Healing, Self-discovery and Spiritual Growth
Through Social Nudism. The word that best describes the results of the healing is

What I would like to add here is that I have learned that there are many people
who, like myself, have had these negative childhood experiences with nudity but,
unlike myself, as yet have not done anything about it—they have not healed. In
fact, many times these memories have been stuffed way down, supposedly out of
the way and forgotten, yet they can still be influencing their lives in many ways.
The good news is they too can be easily healed. That my experience as a shy
eleven year old is still so vivid in my mind enables me to know that somewhere
inside them, however deep it may be, there is a part of them that could be healed,
that wants to be healed, that wants to be free. To be able reach out to these
people and know how to initiate the healing process is the gift I have received
from this childhood experience. I have learned that when that place is reached,
ever so remotely, healing is possible and the freedom definitely changes lives for
the better. I have seen it time after time.

As I said, the anticipation over being seen nude in the shower room before the
swimming lessons was by far the worst part of the experience for me. Once I
realized I was alright and that nothing bad had or was going to happened to me,
nudity became much easier, as I also mentioned. The healing had begun.

During the summer of 1954, in addition to learning how to swim and dive off the
bridge, I also added a bonus feat which may even have been more significant
than the swimming itself. I went skinny-dipping for the first time--under the bridge,
of course, and out of view of the church. Anyone who skinny-dipped as a child
certainly remembers it, and while my memory of the shower room anxiety has
slightly faded over the years, the feeling of freedom skinny-dipping hasn’t.

Copyright 2005 Daniel D. Ziegler
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