I Hate Kids and I Don't Want Any
I joined this site and this group to respond to some comments I have seen here and in other places where being child-free by
choice is discussed. Invariably we are asked about the source of all this "anger" and "vitriol" that we have towards
children and those who have them. I can't claim to speak for everyone but at least for me, my "vitriol" really isn't
directed at kids themselves, or even necessarily at people who reproduce. My anger stems from all the people who hold my
feet to the fire over the subject. Don't get me wrong, a whole lot of people are appropriate on the subject, but every
single person here has experienced the thrill of being grilled as to why they don't have kids by people who JUST WILL
NOT LET THE SUBJECT DROP.
This is separate from going through it all with your immediate family, and then your extended family over the years at
weddings and reunions and all that. No, I'm talking about everyone's favorite person to meet at parties and events of all
descriptions: the Random Stranger who JUST. CAN'T. BELIEVE that there are people in the world who don't have kids, and who
for some reason appears to take it as a personal affront that you didn't create a zygote.
My wife and I could not conceive the good old accidental way due to a medical condition. You would think that mentioning
this in brief terms would be an adequate conversation ender, right? Isn't this the part of the conversation where normal
people nod thoughtfully and then move on to talking about careers or sports or the weather? Don't be silly! Did we see a
fertility specialist? How many times did we try IVF? Who was your doctor? My friend saw this great fertility doc you guys
should totally see him/her.
In what other medical context would you ever do this?? Would you go up to a double amputee in a wheelchair and ask prying
questions about their legs? Doesn't EVERYBODY have legs? Where's your legs? Don't you WANT legs? How about artificial legs?
(metaphorical for adoption here, and my god the adoption people are the worst true believers you're ever gonna meet)
What makes it worst in my life is when it happens in front of my wife. Alone, I can shrug this off, because I never
particularly felt driven to have a kid, and when it didn't happen for us it was kind of a relief. But my wife really did
want a kid once, and we actually did make a brief run at pursuing IVF only to find out that we are both carriers of a
recessive gene which is a pre-cursor to Cystic Fibrosis (I think it was CF; it was a long time ago and now I can't find it
on a quick Google search, but this is what we were told in genetic screening at the IVF clinic). This conversation is
devastating for my wife when it happens, and guarantees that we're going to have another bad week of depression and regret
while re-hashing what we went through.
Is it my fault, in a way, for not being more blunt with these people? Fighting rude with rude? Should I tell them in gory
detail about my wife's multiple, simultaneous "lady parts" conditions? And how they require her to undergo surgery every few
years, all leading up to the radical hysterectomy she has looming on the horizon? Tell them about the IVF consult and draw a
Mendel square on a cocktail napkin to illustrate the 25% chance of our child being born with an agonizing terminal illness?
Talk about the hellish weeks after that consult and how our marriage has never really been the same since?
Of course not, because any Random Stranger so thick headed that they put people on the spot for conversations like this in
public in the first place is not going to suddenly become embarrassed and instantly grow some social skills no matter how
much agonizing detail you throw at them. The only thing that would come out of this, as fun as it is to fantasize about, is
that everybody else in the room would now be having their day ruined by two people, instead of just the RS.
So yeah, do we take to the web and form groups to talk about this and air some pretty vitriolic statements? Absolutely. So
let me try to write this out in longhand, instead of summing it up as "hating kids". I personally DISLIKE kids and have zero
desire to have one. I personally RESENT the child-centric attitude of our society as a whole, the income tax system that
gives people with kids a bonus equal to ten weeks of my pay, and the stupid costly priorities and laws forced on us all
because "it's for the children". But I HATE the people who refuse to see this as a valid and responsible choice, who somehow
think this is a problem that they can or should try to help me out with, and who make it pretty clear that you're just never
gonna be a real grown-up or a whole person in their eyes if you didn't pump out a kid or two.
And it truly doesn't help when those people comment on these articles and use words like "immature" and "childish" to
describe our attitudes on the subject. For some of us the child free life was an easy choice; for some of us this was a
heart-rending series of decisions over the course of years. But it is a valid, rational life choice, and it is ours to make
and not yours to call into question or demean us for making.
Until you do stop, kid people, we will continue referring to you with terminology normally reserved for livestock such as
"breeder" and "sow", especially on these boards where we talk to and support each other. You want to call us names on web
sites about how great kids are? Go nuts as far as I'm concerned because I'll be none the wiser. But out in the world let's
all act like adults, because otherwise we're not setting a great example for your precious, precious little children now are
we?
choice is discussed. Invariably we are asked about the source of all this "anger" and "vitriol" that we have towards
children and those who have them. I can't claim to speak for everyone but at least for me, my "vitriol" really isn't
directed at kids themselves, or even necessarily at people who reproduce. My anger stems from all the people who hold my
feet to the fire over the subject. Don't get me wrong, a whole lot of people are appropriate on the subject, but every
single person here has experienced the thrill of being grilled as to why they don't have kids by people who JUST WILL
NOT LET THE SUBJECT DROP.
This is separate from going through it all with your immediate family, and then your extended family over the years at
weddings and reunions and all that. No, I'm talking about everyone's favorite person to meet at parties and events of all
desc
for some reason appears to take it as a personal affront that you didn't create a zygote.
My wife and I could not conceive the good old accidental way due to a medical condition. You would think that mentioning
this in brief terms would be an adequate conversation ender, right? Isn't this the part of the conversation where normal
people nod thoughtfully and then move on to talking about careers or sports or the weather? Don't be silly! Did we see a
fertility specialist? How many times did we try IVF? Who was your doctor? My friend saw this great fertility doc you guys
should totally see him/her.
In what other medical context would you ever do this?? Would you go up to a double amputee in a wheelchair and ask prying
questions about their legs? Doesn't EVERYBODY have legs? Where's your legs? Don't you WANT legs? How about artificial legs?
(metaphorical for adoption here, and my god the adoption people are the worst true believers you're ever gonna meet)
What makes it worst in my life is when it happens in front of my wife. Alone, I can shrug this off, because I never
particularly felt driven to have a kid, and when it didn't happen for us it was kind of a relief. But my wife really did
want a kid once, and we actually did make a brief run at pursuing IVF only to find out that we are both carriers of a
recessive gene which is a pre-cursor to Cystic Fibrosis (I think it was CF; it was a long time ago and now I can't find it
on a quick Google search, but this is what we were told in genetic screening at the IVF clinic). This conversation is
devastating for my wife when it happens, and guarantees that we're going to have another bad week of depression and regret
while re-hashing what we went through.
Is it my fault, in a way, for not being more blunt with these people? Fighting rude with rude? Should I tell them in gory
detail about my wife's multiple, simultaneous "lady parts" conditions? And how they require her to undergo surgery every few
years, all leading up to the radical hysterectomy she has looming on the horizon? Tell them about the IVF consult and draw a
Mendel square on a cocktail napkin to illustrate the 25% chance of our child being born with an agonizing terminal illness?
Talk about the hellish weeks after that consult and how our marriage has never really been the same since?
Of course not, because any Random Stranger so thick headed that they put people on the spot for conversations like this in
public in the first place is not going to suddenly become embarrassed and instantly grow some social skills no matter how
much agonizing detail you throw at them. The only thing that would come out of this, as fun as it is to fantasize about, is
that everybody else in the room would now be having their day ruined by two people, instead of just the RS.
So yeah, do we take to the web and form groups to talk about this and air some pretty vitriolic statements? Absolutely. So
let me try to write this out in longhand, instead of summing it up as "hating kids". I personally DISLIKE kids and have zero
desire to have one. I personally RESENT the child-centric attitude of our society as a whole, the income tax system that
gives people with kids a bonus equal to ten weeks of my pay, and the stupid costly priorities and laws forced on us all
because "it's for the children". But I HATE the people who refuse to see this as a valid and responsible choice, who somehow
think this is a problem that they can or should try to help me out with, and who make it pretty clear that you're just never
gonna be a real grown-up or a whole person in their eyes if you didn't pump out a kid or two.
And it truly doesn't help when those people comment on these articles and use words like "immature" and "childish" to
describe our attitudes on the subject. For some of us the child free life was an easy choice; for some of us this was a
heart-rending series of decisions over the course of years. But it is a valid, rational life choice, and it is ours to make
and not yours to call into question or demean us for making.
Until you do stop, kid people, we will continue referring to you with terminology normally reserved for livestock such as
"breeder" and "sow", especially on these boards where we talk to and support each other. You want to call us names on web
sites about how great kids are? Go nuts as far as I'm concerned because I'll be none the wiser. But out in the world let's
all act like adults, because otherwise we're not setting a great example for your precious, precious little children now are
we?