So here's my post from the other thread.
OP of the other thread said:
Hello everyone, I've been registered on this board for a couple of years but usually have my "Ultra Lurk 2000" Cloaking Device on. I make the rounds of about six different forums (including this one) on a regular basis but rarely actually say much. I suppose I'm just the strong silent type. I decided to post my minor epiphany here as this is the most civilized board I have seen. Thank you for that!
Years ago, I decided that children were not my thing. I'm actually uncomfortable around them and I can't honestly articulate why. I simply accepted it an moved on. I got married, found a doctor who would perform a vasectomy on me and have enjoyed the dividends of my decision for the last four years.
About six years ago, my wife and I moved in with my father in order to help him take care of my stepmother who was very poor health and eventually succumbed to her ailments. Since then, we have stayed on board here helping my dad take care of the house, bills and other assorted things life has seen fit to throw at him. I have watched him grow older over the years and his ever changing physical condition still catches me off guard sometimes. He was a giant to me when I was a kid.
Anyway, I was wandering in our back yard at three this morning while unable to sleep when it occurred to me that I am one of the people that is going to take care of someone when they get old. I am a living incarnation of the Bingo. It was an interesting realization. While I love my father and will never leave his side unless he specifically requests it, I have to admit that I feel like I'm simply adding validity to the question that we as Childfree people have heard in so many different incarnations. Maybe I'm just not thinking straight after two hours of sleep. Thanks for reading my babbling.
This is an old post, but I think I wasn't around much when it was posted because I never saw it.
I feel exactly the same way. I don't live with my parents but did live with them and took care of them in my early and mid twenties, and a few years ago I moved to be closer to them - they're 6 minutes away by bike or 16 on foot. They're both disabled and in poor health so I help them out a lot. My career has suffered because I've given my parents' health and wellbeing priority over my career.
Setting money aside is a solution, but not everyone who is childfree has a lot of money (see the career remark above), and while kids are expensive, parents get a lot of benefits (especially where I live). With inflation, and the cost of hired help ever increasing, I know I can never, ever save up enough to hire the paid equivalent of what I am to my parents.
I think people like me, and snooch, and Mudflappus, are living proof that the prejudice that childfree people are selfish is not based on truth. We take care of people but no one will take care of us. There's nothing selfish about that. At least parents will get something in return for all their sacrifices.
You never know whether your kids will take care of you when you're old, that's true, but I know that no one will take care of me, so that's irrelevant. I could be someone who made friends easily, but I'm not; I'm not childfree for nothing - I'm not a people person. (as in: "kids are people too.")
To be honest, the bingo "who will take care of you when you're old" is the only one I can't reason away. It's always in the back of my head (I worry a lot and I'm afraid of the future). I can't deny that it's very likely that I will die alone and helpless - I married an older man, too. So if having someone to take care of you when you're old were enough reason to have kids, I would. But I don't think that's good enough. That would be a selfish reason. You should want kids because you love them and want to make them happy, and think you'd be a good parent.
Oh, lately I've come to think of another good reason to have kids - I mean, and this may be painful for parents to read (sorry - but I don't mind parents posting here
), really for me the only understandable reason to have kids is the taking-care-of-you-when-you're-old one. I can't imagine how it feels to want kids out of love for kids, or out of desire to be a parent, or whatnot. But recently I discovered another reason that I can understand. Progression and growth vs. decline and death.
I can understand that people want to make young people so that they have something to look forward to in life, despite them (parents) getting older and sicker and approaching death. The kids will, the first 20-25 years at least, only go forward. Growth is a positive and hopeful movement. It helps against depression and despair. Instead of looking at your parents' decline (and my parents' set in very early) you can look at your children's potential, and have hope. It's utterly depressing to look at my parents' lives right now. Things will only go downhill from now on, there's nothing to look forward to. That's why people want grandchildren, too. By having kids you can keep hope in your life for another 25 years, but having grandchildren adds another 20-25 to that. So they die happy instead of miserable.
Still, this reason, the protection against depression, is the same that keeps me from procreating. I know that I inherited my parents' genes, and I don't want to burden my kids with them, as well. This may seem harsh on a christian board, but I wish my parents had remained childless - in fact, I even wish my grandparents had remained childless. I have good reasons for this, but for brevity (I'm longwinded enough already) and privacy I'll keep them to myself.
Anyway, there's no solution to this problem, except that it probably helps me not to cling to life too much. (Not that it is easy to gather heavenly treasure if you're a misanthrope...)