My husband and I have not chosen to have children. Sounds a bit different than saying we've
chosen not to have children.
Our reasons:
- neither of us has ever, at any point in life, had the innate desire to have children. I didn't even play with dolls as a little kid.
- I have a health condition that can be inherited. It's not life devastating with the treatments they have now, but why pass on bad genes?
- we both come from 4 child families; the sibs will have more than enough kids to contribute
- the world really does seem to suck more every day and I don't have a lot of confidence that there's some inner human goodness that's going to turn it all around. WWIII or global starvation are virtual certainties at some point in the future, who knows how far out. Why would I want to add someone into that suffering?
- there are a ton of kids out there now that desperately need homes, parents, security and love. If we decide we want to have kids, it makes much more sense to me to take in one that already exists and needs a place to grow up.
- our kids would be a giant psychological experiment, if we had them. Heheheh...
I think it's worse to be a woman and answer the question about not having kids. It amazes me how many people flatly contradict me when I respond to the question. "Oh you will want kids, just wait til you're older." Or consider me a bad person or some kind of failed female for not having a strong maternal instinct.
I have a variety of reasons I give, nowadays, to people who want to know. Sometimes I'll explain that we simply have never wanted them, to people who actually know and care about us. Other times I'll talk more vaguely about overpopulation and kids that need homes. Sometimes, when someone gets in my face about it, I'll spit out the living conditions I would have to endure in order to be pregnant - unable to walk, unable to use my hands, in pain the entire time, etc, because of my disease. That's a good quick way to shut people up.
[edit] Oh, and I should mention that I have sibs that are much younger than me, that I helped to raise. I love them to death, wouldn't trade them for anything, but I still don't want my own. So there goes the argument that childless people don't know what they're missing. I've gotten in on every inch of parenting and yep, it rocks, yep, you love your kids more than life itself, and nope, I still don't want to do it again with my own genetic material.