The first time I disrobed at a nudist colony was literally an altered state of consciousness. I was conditioned unwaveringly from before my earliest memory to n

The first time I disrobed at a nudist colony was literally an altered state of consciousness. I was conditioned unwaveringly from before my earliest memory to never, ever, ever, ever expose myself to anyone but doctors and lovers, on pain of shame, arrest, maybe ruin. For about 20 seconds I was overwhelmed by the cognitive and emotional dissonance of some sort of superposition of worlds. And then everything was fine.