The childless choice
Yes, and I have never felt different. Even as a kid I said I would never have kids and I haven never wavered.
I can't stand kids.
I don't want sex, pregnancy, giving birth, or cleaning butts and noses. I don't want the responsibility of taking care of a kid and raise it. I wanna be free to do what I want when I want it and get into my interests as much as I can. In short, there is absolutely nothing about having kids that appeal to me.
In addition there is so much hysteria these days and I don't trust "child protective services" one bit, and I would fear that someone like me would make their list.
My only regrets about not having kids is that
1. the family line dies with me
2. there is no one to keept the memories of my grandparents, parents and me alive, and no one to inherit the affectionally important heirlooms
3. It would be good to have adult kids who love me when I get older. It would be great if they could just magically appear when I could need them in some years! Wasting more than at least 20 years of the good years of my life isn't worth it though!
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I am an Antinatalist so its against my beliefs to have children, no one consents to be born and no parent can guarantee that their child and all future descendants will live a decent life and be decent people. Parenthood is inherently abusive one party has almost all the power and the other is their captive de facto property.
I'm 62; decided at 16 that I only wanted children if I was with the right partner (male for me, I'm cis-het-mono, but not dogmatic about that for others). I saw around me a society in which, at that time, at least half the population seemed primarily to be valued for their ability to produce the next generation - of which, half would be primarily valued only for procreative purposes - and on and on and oh dismal. The right partner would have seen me as human first, then female, then fertile or not. Met two dear men when I was between 18 and 30, with whom children would have been a celebration of love, and loved for themselves whoever they turned out to be; but we didn't last. I think both were HFA like me, which made a huge positive difference in our ability to relate to one another.
The older I got, the worse things looked... not only on the woman-as-procreation-appliance front, but in terms of wealth redistribution, healthcare declining in quality while skyrocketing in cost, gouging the rubes becoming the new national pastime, student debt...
I've seen societal changes here that make me incredibly glad I never had children, now. but I am fond of my neighbors' kids, and I would never breathe a hint of these thoughts to them or to anyone I know who has kids or grandkids. I feel that would simply be cruel, and would almost certainly be terribly misunderstood. My choice was made for me, for me alone.
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"I believe you find life such a problem because you think there are the good people and the bad people," said the man. "You're wrong, of course. There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides."
-- Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!
Since under18, did not want children
34 now
Transgender aside
Not earning enough $$ for children
Do not like children
Raising children takes so much energy and time
Having children appears so meaningless
The solar system contains plenty of unwanted children already
The Neurosciences instructor said (something like).... The human brain has DNA 90 percent the same as a watermelon
So.... Do not get what is so great about family ties
Do not like children, usually
Do not like adults either. Usually
Interested to know what others think and feel.
I've made the same decision.
I understand what's involved and know that a support network would be needed to do it right, but being in a dependent position introduces too many uncertainties.
There are enough children in this world living less securely and comfortably than they need to be, I'm not going to add to those numbers.
Even though I'm still young, certain influences in my life (such as the inevitable mother) occasionally turn my thoughts towards this question. I have a great deal of conflicting thoughts on whether I'd want kids. I honestly truly believe I'd be a terrible mother, and due to my sexuality: if I did end up settling with another woman, would she want to adopt? Would I? Could I stand to give birth or give up my enjoyment of hard sports/running during pregnancy? Does this make me supremely selfish?
Nowadays it disturbs me that I increasingly feel instants of sadness watching parents of my age group out with their kids. I think in these moments I would do anything to have that kind of love in my life... but once reality and skepticism slides back I remember all of my problems and can't ever see myself being in those parent's shoes.
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On hiatus thanks to someone in real life breaching my privacy here, without my permission! May be back one day. +tips hat+
I don't want any, and that is pretty surprising to everyone around me, since I really am the mothering type.
I'm good with children. I like them, and they like me. All of my jobs have involved them in one way or another.
Any time I've lived together with other people, I've gotten really caught up in cooking for everyone all the time (because that's how I show that I care).
I enjoy caring for others. I have a need for being needed. Which is why children seems like an obvious option for me.
I was undecided on whether or not I wanted children until I got diagnosed. I was always leaning towards no, because of many reasons. I enjoy peace and quiet too much, it seems very impractical and unnecessary, and very selfish. I'm always poor and always busy. Most of all because there's so much mental illness in my family, so I know that would get passed down on any child of mine too.
But it was the diagnosis that really settled it. My children would almost certainly be autistic, and also be prone to depression, maybe even schizophrenia on top of that. It just doesn't seem right to basically force suffering onto a living being.
I am not completely against the thought of adoption though. Because why make any more when there already are plenty of children in the world which no one is using?
The older I got, the worse things looked... not only on the woman-as-procreation-appliance front, but in terms of wealth redistribution, healthcare declining in quality while skyrocketing in cost, gouging the rubes becoming the new national pastime, student debt...
I've seen societal changes here that make me incredibly glad I never had children, now. but I am fond of my neighbors' kids, and I would never breathe a hint of these thoughts to them or to anyone I know who has kids or grandkids. I feel that would simply be cruel, and would almost certainly be terribly misunderstood. My choice was made for me, for me alone.
I can relate to that. I DID choose to have kids, a whole raft of them, but in my darker moments it seems like I made a very selfish, immature, impulsive, monkey-driven choice. Don't get me wrong, I love them and cherish them and enjoy them (no, I don't enjoy them ALL the time, but on average I enjoy them very much), but sometimes I look at them and look at the state of our society and look at them again and think, "My God, my loves, what have I done?!"
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"
^^ thank you for this kind and thought-ful reply. I'm very tired so I hope I express this well: I'm glad you found someone to make a raft of kids with (I think my neighbors' kids are great, the world is a better place with them in it; I just wish the world intended to be better to them).
When I find myself worrying about kids I know and like, and about current social trends, I've found a strange form of consolation in having read historical fiction written by a married couple who are serious anthropologists / paleontologists. Michael and Kathleen Gear.
It's pretty heavy stuff, intelligent but blunt. They don't pull punches, you don't want pre-college kids reading it, and if you are squeamish there are bits you will skip - I certainly have. But they have written about societal collapses and major cataclysms that affected indigenous people in North America, and how those people came through them. Including families with kids. Which the anthropological record shows they did. (Mostly ) I guess they were doing Game of Thrones level fiction before GOT, but with real societies, if that gives you an idea. And they write well, and since they are experts in their field, you really get a sense of how these earlier people lived, thought, believed.
Anyway, seeing that real people have come through some seriously difficult times (major volcanic eruptions. Bretz floods. Serious stuff.) has been a source of comfort to me in *these* difficult times. For what it's worth - with best wishes. (Yawns, shuts down computer, toddles off to bed.)
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"I believe you find life such a problem because you think there are the good people and the bad people," said the man. "You're wrong, of course. There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides."
-- Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!
I've always known I don't want children. I don't have any dislike of children per se but feel absolutely no desire to be a father. As I've gotten older I've noticed the noise and chaos children cause grates on me. So what if my genetic line stops at me, what's the big deal? There's over 7 billion people on the planet and the population continues to increase. There's no shortage of genetic material out there or people willing to breed. Let 'em. I'll sit back and watch as society carries on it's merry way while I enjoy my very peaceful and comfortable lifestyle.
I'm physically queer, so I can't have biological children.
Which is fine with me - I don't want any, I'm child free. I don't like children. I would really dislike that element in my life, and I don't regret the fact that I can't procreate.
However, I do note that people seem to assume that I should want kids, and the fact that I don't have any automatically means (a) I haven't been able to secure anyone to have kids with me even though I want to, or (b) I'm sad that I don't have kids.
Even weirder, this regard stays the same whether that person is interpreting me as a woman, or a man.
They ask me "are you married? Have any kids?"
I say no, and they seem to look sad for me, and say things I assume are meant to be comforting, like "well you'll have kids some day, plenty of time."
Weird.
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Alexithymia - 147 points.
Low-Verbal.
I don't think I'll have children. It would be too much for me to deal with, I think. I sort of agree with Larkin's 'This Be The Verse' - 'Man hands on misery to man/It deepens like a coastal shelf.' I'm not antinatalist, though.
I'm always grateful to have been born in a time/place where procreation is optional for women. I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am for that.
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