i don’t want children. i’ve never wanted children, and i do not forsee any set of circumstances in which i will be insane enough to desire offspring. people don’t understand this, they don’t relate, and they criticize left and right. i dislike people for many of these reasons — though there are plenty of others that come into play, certainly.
it’s ridiculous how something so personal and private can be open to public ridicule & scrutiny. do people even realize how insanely overpopulated the world is? do they? i should be left alone for not wanting to contribute to the general overpopulation, for christ’s sake. or at least not badgered. besides, what the fuck does it matter to basically casual acquaintances whether or not i want another creature to feed off of my innards for damn near a year and then burst free in an exceptionally violent & bloody manner before feeding off of the rest of my resources for life? seriously…how is that anyone’s business?
furthermore, i view children & preganancy & procreating & childbirth & all other manner of parenting type activities to be a total horrid endeavor. the mere fact that the idea of ever having some sort of offspring causes me to visibly shudder & vomit a little in my mouth should be justification enough. and it’s not an entirely selfish decision either, seriously it’s not.
i mean, look at my life…all i’ve done & more importantly all i’ve failed to do in nearly 24 years. it’s kind of a sad, sorry thing. and i have to deal with that fact every day. which, i’m not looking for sympathy or anything, but that’s more than enough to handle right there. i’m not looking to completely fuck up another person’s life and have to deal with that as well. cuz that’s what happens, you know. you have kids and you’re like responsible for them & how fucked up they are. prime example: me. i don’t want to be that person, i don’t want to have that weighing down on me. and i don’t want to do that kind of fucked up parental bullshit that the mother did to me to anyone else. it’s just not worth it.
and all that bullshit about how children love you and blah blah fucking blah, well you know what? so do puppies. and kittens. and furthermore, i could give a fuck. really…
i.do.not.want.children.
i don’t know how much more simple it could possibly be. and i’d like to think that my worth as a human being is a little more than whether or not i can squat out a slimy, miniturized, replica of myself (which is a horrifying thought in and of itself). and i don’t think it’s fair that dudes don’t face this kind of questioning and derision and bullshit if they don’t want to be daddies. in fact, they are totally commended for NOT going out and getting a bunch of chicks knocked up. damn near rewarded, it seems. but, there’s no flip side where you get praised for not turning your crotch into a revolving door for fetuses if you’re a chick.
furthermore, there’s too much male involvement — male government involvement — as to what a woman can and cannot do with her body & inclusive reproductive thingies. to spawn, to not spawn, to stop spawning mid-infestation…all these things, for some reason, old dudes & conservatives & religious fanatics (usually men) feel the need to obsess over & intrude upon. which is just, so wrong i can’t even begin to process it properly.
and this isn’t some feminist rant either. i could give a fuck what the next woman does with her girlie parts or any such living creature that crawls out of them. none of my business, really. just like my stuff is nobody else’s business.
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it’s just that simple.
- i would be a horrible mother.
- i have no desire to be a mother.
- i will do everything in my power to make sure i am never anyone’s mother.
- if it’s not obvious, anything and everything remotely related to motherhood repulses me.
it is not “sad” that i don’t want kids, it’s fucking proper planning. it is not “a shame” that i’m considering future options of sterilization, i’m doing the world a fucking favor. and it is not “mean” to whomever i may be involved with to close the option of reproducing, because at the end of the day no one else has any say whatsoever what i do and do not let infest my body. and i’m smart enough not to ever get involved with a dude that wouldn’t love me if i didn’t incubate his festering spooge for 9 months. because that’s just disgusting, and ultimately that’s what babies are…old spooge.
no me gusta.
what’s sad, and a fucking shame is all the bullshit you have to go through to make sure you don’t end up with your own walking/talking welfare checkbaby.
i’m even further pissed off about how medical facilities, doctors, fucking professionals who’s job it is to help you out with this shit are so fucking UNHELPFUL and discouraging. like they just want a bunch of unwanted babies clogging up the system like so much hair in a shower drain.
On Considering Sterilization:
Consider temporary methods of family planning like the pill, the IUD, the diaphragm, foam, and the condom. They may meet your needs. Discuss the subject with your partner. You do not need the consent of your partner to have this operation, but it is a good idea for couples to make the decision together. You may want to consider vasectomy for your partner. It is even simpler and less costly than female sterilization.Talk to a friend or relative who has had a tubal.
Think about how you would feel if you had an unplanned pregnancy.
Don’t expect a tubal to solve emotional, marital, or sexual problems. A tubal can free you from the fear of unwanted pregnancy. If you expect more than this, you may be sorry later on.
Be absolutely sure you do not want another pregnancy under any circumstances. For example, what if:
* Your current relationship ended and you had a new partner who wanted
a child with you?
* One or more of your children died?
* Your family income improved a great deal?
* You and your partner are lonely when your children grow up and leave home?Talk with a doctor, nurse, or family planning counselor. THINK THE DECISION OVER VERY CAREFULLY AND BE SURE.
first off: the pill, the IUD, the diaphragm, foam, and the condom.
- the pill is fucking expensive & can screw you up if you get the wrong one. AND you need a fucking prescription for it, which is a hassel to deal with & obtain. it’s like they don’t want you to be on it.
- the IUD is very invasive, usually painful, hard to maintain & they won’t even consider giving you one if you’re not a certain age, and are even worse about giving them to unmarried women.
- the diaphragm, um…ew. i don’t even really know how these things work, but from what i’ve heard, they don’t sound very efficient or comfortable.
- foam…i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS IS NOT A CONTRACEPTIVE! so like, fucking, neither is foam!
- the condom is good, and has it’s uses. definitely better for protecting against diseases (which, the pill & IUD do not do), but it can also be messy and some stores have taken to locking them up. nice, eh?
secondly: Discuss the subject with your partner
um…fuck.that.noise. now, i know there are plenty of fine, upstanding dudes out there who would not ditch a girl if she suddenly were knocked up by them. and i know there are just as many womenfolk that run out on their kids as there are menfolk, but…honestly how is it anyone else’s business but your own whether or not you breed. yes, in theory the resulting spawn would be part of the dude involved as well, but they don’t house it. so, that’s just lame. someone else should not influence your decision. furthermore, all that shit about ‘if one of your kids died’ or ‘your children grow up and you are lonely’ that is some fucked up shit. and a horrible reason to have a kid. what would you tell them? ‘hi honey, you’re our ReplacementChild.’ or ‘hey there sport, it was either you or a puppy, cuz we were bored.’ ugh.
thirdly: Think about how you would feel if you had an unplanned pregnancy.
and this is supposed to discourage you from wanting to assure you never have children? usually it is the thought of an unplanned pregnancy that drives people to such preventative measures!!! jesus h. cracksmoking christ on a bike, people! what the hell?! really, are there ever any people who are just smurfingly thrilled they have a little accident on the way? are there?!?!?!
and no, nobody is pressuring me to breed. and no, it’s not even a worry of mine. and no, the people who know me never give me shit about it. but for fuck’s sake…i’d like to get through a day where the idea that i’m not a mindless slave to the so-called biological clock isn’t such a fucking novelty that people see fit to bug me on my work breaks to ask in slack-jawed wonder:
“do you really never want kids, [pineapple]?”
like they just fucking found out santa claus is real or some shit.
insane.
