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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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