The worst thing when I was a kid was my best mate was chosen due to proximity. He lived next door and was just ten days younger than me. His parents were indoors naturists. They might have been outdoor naturists too, on holidays or something. But in their own home they would rarely be clothed. Even with a neighbour’s pre-teen in the house.
I’d only call my dad by his first name but we’ve never lived together. Had we lived together i’d have called him dad. Wouldn’t dream of calling my mum by her first name, which as adults is maybe a bit weird, but always considered it a sign of disrespect as a kid.
He’s a bit odd like that and in some ways I am too. Hopefully it won’t mean I am complete wank when I hit my mid to late 40s (thankfully many, many years away).
Absolutely not weird. Why would you suddenly change what you call your mum once you’re 18 or whatever? (The only setting where I regularly refer to my parents by first name now is when talking to my grandmother who has early onset Alzheimer’s, to make it easier to understand who I’m talking about.)
yeah, one of my best mates did. honestly thought he was fostered or something the first few times I went round. I asked him a few years ago why he didn’t call his parents mum and dad and he told me he picked it up off his brother growing up, who has autism.
I’m not a naturist but I know some, and it’s only being around them that’s made me realise how much of an absolute fuss about nothing we make about clothes.
I don’t remember anyone doing that, but I did have a mate who’s parents would call each other mum and dad, even when my mate and his sister were adults