I'd never really thought a whole lot about it...other than that I would often be embarassed that girls would see me naked when my mother brought me into the women's toilettes and change rooms all through my childhood. I'd say all the way on up through to at least 12 years old, possibly 13? I can't say for certain. But what I can say for certain was that it was extremely important that other women and girls didn't feel uncomfortable and so we had a very regimented routine in that we'd always go to the back corner and she'd face her back to the wall, affording herself a potential view of the entire toilets or change room. I, on the other hand, was only allowed to face her, with my back to the room. We'd strip nude and she'd always actively engage me in conversation because we'd have to keep eyes facing eachother because I'd had a tendency to accidentally let my eyes wander which she felt wasn't polite. And I'll say that, any women or even girls who initially took issue with it, very quickly realised that they weren't the ones being put on show, it being myself who was potentially squirming. Eventually, most of the regulars got totally used to it, and comfortable with my demeanor, to the point that that they genuinely didn't care. They'd come up and start chatting whilst we or they were in various stages of undress. If there was anybody new or anybody who mum didn't know for certain was ok with it, she'd snap my focus right back into position, facing her.
My mum had had my older brother take me into the men's change room several years earlier, in which we were both repeatedly molested, with it mostly being me. Nothing horrendous but nonetheless, miles beyond anything acceptable and my mother has never forgiven herself (and I'm nearly 40!)
As an interesting aside... To this day I maintain some odd quirks such as having, by and large, zero qualms if asked or expected to strip off in front of females, whilst I notice a definite unease doing the same in the presence of any men. As well, when I am nude in the presence of women, especially nude women - including my wife! - I tend to simply look straight down at the floor whilst happily carrying on the conversation, unless otherwise prompted to look up. The only person with whom this is not the case is, obviously, my mother, with whom we habitually tend to carry out our old routine. Not that, admittadly, the situation comes up all that often these days lol.