It seems there comes a time in life when everyone just expects you to pop a child out, especially if you’ve been in a relationship for longer than a day!
The questions started years ago for me, “When are you going to have a baby?”, “Time is running out for you”, “As you get older it’s harder”, Lah Lah Lah.
Like it’s not a question of what I want, just that society expects me to procreate.
Well guess what world? It’s not for me, I do not want kids.
Sure kids are cute, innocent and make me laugh but it’s not something I need in my life.
I am enough without a mini me- I don’t need a kid to prove I am enough. I am enough without a kid. Some people seem to have this absurd idea that having a child is going to fulfil every aspect of their life. My life is good why bring something else into it?
Mental health- Mental health is a major issue that runs in my family. Mental health is genetic, need I say more? I can’t even explain how terrible I would feel if I had a child and it suffered through the mental health issues I have. Sure I’d be able to help out but I am an emotional type and it would break me to see my flesh and blood suffer.
Sleep- If I don’t get my sleep I get grumpy, grumpy to a degree where i’d possibly go mental. Refer to previous comment about mental health. I must sleep.
I’m selfish- I enjoy my time, my money. I treasure sitting down to read a book, I mean really reading a book, taking in every word, page, chapter and delving into it (currently reading American Psyco!), Watching a tv show thats not for small eyes, Long walks, my space… All these things would be compromised. If you really think about it, it all relates back to the mental health thing.
It’s not that I have a insane hate for kids, they are adorable, funny, innocent. I enjoy spending time with friend’s kids and I wouldn’t say I am terrible at looking after them.
It is just not for me to have my own and that is ok.