hollowtinker8
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joined Jun 2007
I honestly have zero desire for them. None at all. Maybe I’ll feel differently in ten years, though I highly doubt it—just the thought of being near them makes me cringe. I don't know how to act around them, nor do I want to learn. I just feel this massive, suffocating pressure to "perform"—to hover over someone's baby and coo about how cute it is while the kid is literally screaming its lungs out everywhere. Brrrr, no thanks. I’m perfectly happy with what I have at home. My own little private zoo is enough for me; I’m fine with having three pets instead of a child. And honestly, seeing how many guys cheat on their partners while they're pregnant? I can't even imagine putting myself in that position.
It's wild how women in small towns get treated—like everyone is constantly dictating what you should do, how to act, and who to be with. It’s always the same cycle: give birth, clean, cook, satisfy the man, clean, cook, give birth, clean... and then apparently produce ten sons because girls are just seen as "trouble."
The social pressure is relentless, too. According to my circle, I’m at the "perfect age" to get married and start a family. Like, excuse me, what?! Just because I’m a woman, I’m supposed to immediately check off all these boxes because I've reached a certain age—lol. It’s just more stuff expected of me.
I don't want to be rude, but seriously, just leave me alone.
Nobody ever asks what *I* actually want. If I say no, suddenly I’m "weird" or a lesbian or whatever label they want to slap on me.
I’m actually really glad I stumbled upon this thread, because it looks like I’m definitely not the only one feeling this way.
Don't get me wrong—I don't have anything against kids. If someone wants them, go for it. If someone doesn't, that's fine too. Why would anyone force themselves into parenthood when it causes them such visceral anxiety? It’s better not to have them than to raise them in an environment where you aren't happy.
I have to say, the pressure from my surroundings is literally killing me—from the older generation down to my boyfriend, who tries to push the whole marriage and kids thing indirectly. Sometimes I just want to pack everything up and move somewhere where nobody knows me, just so I can live in peace. Especially in a patriarchal country like this, where the church tries to dictate whether you can have an abortion or what you should do with your own body. It’s nauseating when some priest starts lecturing about women's health and stuff like that. For example, just yesterday—this was a total "moment of truth"—someone asked a woman if she had ever had more than two abortions, and her sister or whoever started panicking, clicking buttons and saying it was a "Catholic matter and only God should know, not some TV show." It was terrifying.😲🙄🙄
Look, maybe one day the desire will grow, you never know. But right now, and for the foreseeable future, there is absolutely no chance.
I see people are comparing pets to children here, which is, by the way, an absurd comparison—and that’s exactly why I choose to have animals instead.