Reasons I Don't Want Children
Aug. 18th, 2003 03:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirl1) I'll be damned if I'm gonna go through 17 hours of gut splitting childbirth. I can barely handle menstrual cramps.
2) Depression is hereditary and I don't want to bring a child into this world if there is a possibility he or she will inherit it from me. I can't count the number of nights I've sat awake wishing I'd never been born, or that my mother had considered the fact that she could be passing a mental illness on to me. If I can save one more human being from having to live with depression than living childless is a small price to pay.
3) I'm afraid I will become as abusive to my own offspring as my mother was to me. She was very depressed while I was growing up and was emotionally incapable of taking care of me. She was so scared and sad that she got frustrated very easily and blamed me for needing her as much as I did. She couldn't take care of herself, let alone me. I can't take care of myself, forget about a kid.
4) I don't like kids. Plain and simple. They are so drianing. I remember I used to hate babysitting. It was a nice way to make money, but it was never any fun. I didn't enjoy playing with the kids, didn't like entertaining them, didn't like how they clung to me. My favorite part of any evening, besides getting paid and going home, was getting them into bed so I could watch TV. I was always looking for ways to get away from them, short cuts that would enable them to play and leave me alone. Children are a chore to me, not a delight. They do nothing besides exhaust me and make me feel resentful that they are eating up all my time. I don't think I could ever really love a kid. I would feel to imposed upon.
2) Depression is hereditary and I don't want to bring a child into this world if there is a possibility he or she will inherit it from me. I can't count the number of nights I've sat awake wishing I'd never been born, or that my mother had considered the fact that she could be passing a mental illness on to me. If I can save one more human being from having to live with depression than living childless is a small price to pay.
3) I'm afraid I will become as abusive to my own offspring as my mother was to me. She was very depressed while I was growing up and was emotionally incapable of taking care of me. She was so scared and sad that she got frustrated very easily and blamed me for needing her as much as I did. She couldn't take care of herself, let alone me. I can't take care of myself, forget about a kid.
4) I don't like kids. Plain and simple. They are so drianing. I remember I used to hate babysitting. It was a nice way to make money, but it was never any fun. I didn't enjoy playing with the kids, didn't like entertaining them, didn't like how they clung to me. My favorite part of any evening, besides getting paid and going home, was getting them into bed so I could watch TV. I was always looking for ways to get away from them, short cuts that would enable them to play and leave me alone. Children are a chore to me, not a delight. They do nothing besides exhaust me and make me feel resentful that they are eating up all my time. I don't think I could ever really love a kid. I would feel to imposed upon.
