The assumptions about my child-free status are that I either don’t like children or I grieve the lack of them, I am immature, I must still want them even if I say I don’t, I am not a complete woman, my husband will love me less and I’ve robbed him of his dreams, we are going to grow old alone, and I am prejudiced against your children and your life decisions. Taken all together, I am a terrible, no good, very bad person, a child-hater who openly dishonours her husband. I am selfish and lacking in maternal warmth.
These kinds of assumptions are common, and they make me more than a little angry. They minimize who we are in this world and the roles that we play, and they define us by what we are perceived to lack.
I really like this perspective of a child-free person who still respects those of us who have chosen to be child-full.
I attempted to write with the same respect when I got out my own thoughts on the topic yesterday.
P.S. Don’t read the comments. You’ll find the same old poison both sides spew at each other. Enough, already, people.