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⌈ Secret Post #4424 ⌋

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[(Anonymous)]

I never wanted kids as a kid. Then I got to high school, my brother's girlfriend oopsed him into having a kid, and suddenly I'm helping raised an infant because her mother is a bitch who kicks her kid out for doing exactly what she did at her age.

If I had wanted kids at that point, I was quickly disabused of the notion.

Nevermind that the thought of being pregnant is extreme body horror to me. Like Alien except you have to keep the parasite.

[(Anonymous)]

OH thank you for saying that, I have the body horror thing too.

Also, babies aren't even fucking cute! They're ugly bug-eyed squishy lumps of flesh that often emit horrible smells and even worse noises. Eventually they turn into people and that's cool but I don't want to be around the larvae stage.

[jadeile]

This this this this this!

Babies are awful if you have to be the one to take care of them for longer than five minutes (less if they're screaming). Pregnancy is the worst body horror imaginable, it even lasts for ten-ish months. Giving birth is stuff of nightmares. And, in my case, even the act of getting pregnant is gross (I'm very ace). There is nothing about the whole process that is even tolerable. Except for the part when they finally turn into people, but hey, I can watch my nieces and nephews turn into people, I don't need to personally create one.

I sometimes think about adopting, just to check with myself if I could do even that much, should the need arise. And the thought-process goes along the lines of "Okay, so no babies, obviously. What about toddlers? No, they still scream, might need diapers or at least to have their butt wiped, can't clothe themselves, are difficult to transport due to the fact that they tire from walking pretty quickly, and are needy as fuck. Okay, so how about an elementary schooler? They at least go to school for a few hours every day and might go spend time with friends and stuff, so I don't have to deal with them 24/7. But I'd have to be the one to take them to school and back, to their hobbies, to their friends. And I'd have to help them with their homework and clean their gross rooms and deal with them being bullied at school and pay for their hobbies and pretend to care about their stupid school hockey team or something, and they will still spend most of their time at home invading my space. Nope. Okay, so how about a teenager? ...how about not a teenager, they're the worst with their simultaneous self-esteem issues and superiority complex, they start doing stupid crap like smoking and drinking, and are just the worst. ...can I adopt someone who's twenty and doesn't have to live with me? Like, they could just occasionally drop by for a tea and I could treat them to lunch or dinner and help them when they're having trouble with their finances or don't know how to sew. ... wait, that's pretty much just having a friend who is younger than me. Eh, I'll just wait for my nieces and nephews to grow up, and do that with them."

[(Anonymous)]

Completely agree with the body horror, I’m surprised more people don’t feel this way. I love kids. But the idea of growing one inside my body and squeezing it out a tiny hole sounds like pure misery.

[(Anonymous)]

Never wanted kids. Body horror is right wording. Kids are exhausting. I like playing aunt and then having time to myself again, no way could I do the 24/7 motherhood thing.