“I seem to be lacking that piece of DNA that supposedly drives you to want to reproduce.”
No kids and no regrets.
I always knew I didn’t want kids. I suspect strongly that my mother didn’t, either – or at least that she was massively conflicted about it. As a child, I always knew she was unhappy, and of course I assumed that it was my fault, that my mere existence was the problem. I don’t know if that is what made me so certain so very young that I didn’t want children, but certain I most definitely was, by about the age of 5 or 6.
The older I got, the more certain I was. I didn’t find babies cute and adorable; I thought they looked like some kind of alien creature, most definitely not this species. I have minimal patience and I didn’t like their demanding nature and their crying and screaming. I thought having a child would be the most awful thing; and for me, I am 100% correct. I have no intrinsic interest in babies or children, and I seem to be lacking that piece of DNA that supposedly drives you to want to reproduce.
I’m now into the ‘elderly’ age bracket, and I have never either wanted a child or regretted not having one. I have trouble understanding the people who do.
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