“These women are everywhere. They are our neighbors, our friends, our sisters, our co-workers, our cousins. They have no use for our advice or opinions. Their wombs are their own. Let’s respect that.”

If I had a dollar for every time I have been given pity or ignorance for not having kids, I could buy you each a car.

For many years I wasn’t sure if I wanted to have a child. But of course “you’d be a great mom” and “kids create happiness nothing else can” and “you’ll never be fulfilled if you’re not a mom” and “what are you waiting for?” have always been questions and statements pounded down on me… since I was 20 years old.

For years I allowed myself to explore if it was something I wanted or needed. For years I chose adoption as an option because I’m fairly certain my body and its medical condition wouldn’t allow me to grow and birth a child. And honestly, I’ve just never had the desire to be pregnant. This fact in itself has led to more judgement and awkward, hurtful conversations than I care to revisit but it’s the truth. Continue reading “These Women Are Everywhere” →