Sorry to anyone who might read this. It is long and is a bit rambling. I'm still trying to work this out in my head a bit but if anyone does reply I'd welcome other points of view to help me get my head straight.
I've always found that when people find out I don't have children, and that it is NOT because of infertility, I don't often get support, sympathy or understanding from them.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not seeking attention, support, sympathy etc, or wanting/needing it. Usually I just don't mention anything about having children or not, and reveal that I'm child free only when directly asked, but I don't tend to elaborate on why I don't have them.
When I do I get asked if it was because of infertility and I reply no, not that, I then get a sort of 'oh' kind of response, and a brief uncomfortable silence. Luckily I have become quite good at quickly changing the subject.
Sometimes however, and these times really prey on me, I get a comment like oh, but didn't you want them? And there is no simple answer to that.
I can see people with children, and I can see the joy (and sometimes heartache) that they bring. I can see, too, that to be a good parent you really do need to always put your children first, and be giving, loving and unselfish.
There are times it has been inferred to me that I must be very selfish not to have/want children. As if I have put my own needs above anything else.
The truth is so complex. I was adopted. I had an adopted family that was dysfunctional. My grandmother hated my mother. My mother hated me. My father never really wanted to adopt in the first place. I was abused by my grandfather. I was ultimately rejected by my birth mother, too, after finally making contact with her. Basically I had a shit early life until I finally managed to leave home at 17.
I've had no examples in my life of good, healthy, nurturing and loving family relationships. I honestly, even now, feel as if I would have no real idea of how to be a good parent to a child.
So I decided not to have children because quite frankly with my history I was terrified of everything repeating itself, and that I would end up damaging my own child even worse than I was.
So yes, on the surface I live a selfish life. I have my little house, friends, job, car etc. All the trappings and no real responsibilities beyond myself.
But was, or am I selfish? Or was I unselfish because rather than risking hurting my own child because of my own faults, failings and history I gave up the idea of having a child of my own?
I don't know, and I don't know how to find the answer.