I don't. I'm physically disabled so the only thing I could do for my child is teach them about decent music and make up stories for them. I consider both of those the best things my parents ever did for me. If I wasn't disabled and suddenly became that way after already having a child, fair enough, but having one when I know I wouldn't manage seems very silly. I couldn't even look after a cat.
Pregnancy talk bores me rigid because it's not something that's going to feature in my life, and the idea of breastfeeding makes me feel sick.
It's not strictly the "taking care of" part that bothers me, but it's not a bad thing to have it in the balance. And pregnancy talk bores me as well. Everybody seems so engrossed with it, and act like the woman is having the best time of her life, or that it is soon to come. A social puzzle, if you ask me! Thank you for the comment and stay strong.
Thanks! If I did have a child they'd grow up and be able to do tons more than me and would more than likely end up resenting me (and I'd probably feel the same)
Pets don't mind. I asked a lady who looked after me once if she had them and she told me she'd never wanted them and she thought a lot of women had them because they either felt they should or couldn't do anything else. At least a disability gets you out of going down that road!
That's why I get on better with men; they don't talk about that.
It's always with a heavy heart that I read through hate between parents and child. Not to get too personal, but I myself was unwanted by my parents, and they made sure I knew it! Thankfully I didn't grow to hate them or anything, but it feels like a tragedy to have your own son or daughter, in which you put so much efforts and love, turn against you in a whirlwind of rage. Maybe by lack of confidence, we have that rampant fear that claws our insides, and we convince ourself there's a rational thinking behind it. However, I'm just extrapolating; don't call the asylum on me quite yet! :P
Is it normal to not want children?
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I don't. I'm physically disabled so the only thing I could do for my child is teach them about decent music and make up stories for them. I consider both of those the best things my parents ever did for me. If I wasn't disabled and suddenly became that way after already having a child, fair enough, but having one when I know I wouldn't manage seems very silly. I couldn't even look after a cat.
Pregnancy talk bores me rigid because it's not something that's going to feature in my life, and the idea of breastfeeding makes me feel sick.
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It's not strictly the "taking care of" part that bothers me, but it's not a bad thing to have it in the balance. And pregnancy talk bores me as well. Everybody seems so engrossed with it, and act like the woman is having the best time of her life, or that it is soon to come. A social puzzle, if you ask me! Thank you for the comment and stay strong.
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Thanks! If I did have a child they'd grow up and be able to do tons more than me and would more than likely end up resenting me (and I'd probably feel the same)
Pets don't mind. I asked a lady who looked after me once if she had them and she told me she'd never wanted them and she thought a lot of women had them because they either felt they should or couldn't do anything else. At least a disability gets you out of going down that road!
That's why I get on better with men; they don't talk about that.
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It's always with a heavy heart that I read through hate between parents and child. Not to get too personal, but I myself was unwanted by my parents, and they made sure I knew it! Thankfully I didn't grow to hate them or anything, but it feels like a tragedy to have your own son or daughter, in which you put so much efforts and love, turn against you in a whirlwind of rage. Maybe by lack of confidence, we have that rampant fear that claws our insides, and we convince ourself there's a rational thinking behind it. However, I'm just extrapolating; don't call the asylum on me quite yet! :P