Why I Got a Hysterectomy at 27
I’ve known all my life that I didn’t want to have children. Even as a young girl I knew.
I had a privileged childhood; my parents owned and operated a successful company, which required insane office hours and frequent travel.
But that meant they were never home for my brothers and me.
We had live-in nannies that cared for us. Even on “family vacations”, our nanny was there.
I always thought it was odd that my parents had kids but were never around, “why even have us?” I thought. Critical, I know, but it was my youthful rebellion against the never-ending stream of nannies, some that I loathed.
My upbringing definitely contributed to my mentality on parenting, but it wasn’t the reason I didn’t want kids of my own.
And it was more than the millennial-stereotypical reasonings of financial security, desire to travel, or ethicalities of over-population—all important reasons to me but not thee reason.
All my friends who wanted babies described it as a calling; an innate desire they had no control over that compelled them to want a baby, to want to be a mother, and to want a family.
I genuinely never experienced that feeling. I was even married, and to a very good person who would’ve made a great father, and I still…
