I don’t want to have children. Maybe that is weird to you out there, dear reader, with your family of four. I will always be a family of one, well, with a dog or two of course.
Why you ask? Because I cannot take care of myself. How an I take care of someone else? I know, I know, “It is different when it is YOUR child.” No.
What happens to a baby when mommy can’t get out of bed at all? What happens to a small child when mommy is hallucinating? What happens when mommy doesn’t know where the hell she is while she is sitting on her couch, which literally just happened an hour ago, and is scared? And tell me, what does mommy say when she is in the psych ward for weeks? “Oh, mommy went on vacation and couldn’t take you.” Bullshit. It is all bullshit.
I don’t want children. I can’t be responsible for them. I can’t care for them. And if that makes me selfish, I don’t give a shit. I think I am saving a child from a hard life that I don’t want them to live. And perhaps I am saving myself. To be pregnant with a child I would have to go off of some of my medications. I honestly don’t know how I would react without a few of them. They keep me well, as well as I can be right now.
Just some food for thought.