I am Childfree
I am childfree. I’ve known since I was 8 years old that I would never want to be a mother. Of course I got my share of laughs and chuckles from all the women, who said I had plenty of time to change my mind. I didn’t. Now, at 35, I have significantly less time to change my mind but it doesn’t look like my biological clock has any life in it. No matter how I shake it, it doesn’t make a sound.
The primary way I shake it is by spending time with kids when ever I can. Sometimes I can’t wait to get out of their sight, sometimes I enjoy it, and some kids I absolutely adore, but I have never met a child that would make me think “oh I wish I had one just like him/her”! The whole concept seems odd to me. What should I compare it to… Well, there are people who enjoy poking holes in their skin and places you don’t want to think about, they like the pain, right? On an intellectual level I kind of understand it, and I can even, on some level enjoy a stage show that is based around physical pain, but if someone asked me if I wanted to try it, I would say: “Are you absolutely insane? Why in God’s name would I want to try that?” I feel the same way about having children. (And in the case of children it has nothing to do with physical pain.)
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