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[–] Towel_Frood_42 ago
I decided at the ripe old age of 5! I didn't like hanging out with other kids and couldn't wait to become an adult. My Mum used to take me to a play group and would try to set me up with activities with other kids. As soon as she turned her back I would be gone, inevitably she would find me drinking tea with the mums in the kitchen.
Lizardbreathe's comment about people telling you that you will change your mind as your age resonates with me. I am 39 and they are still telling me that I will want to in a few years. My mind is firmly made up and even if hypothetically it wasn't the risk of genetic defects are way too high at my age. I am as likely to change my mind as parents are to give away their kids.
My partner's mum was devastated when we told her she wasn't getting grandchildren from us. She said the dogs would have to be her grandchildren and started knitting them jackets! I found it embarrassing to go out in public with dogs that were wearing clothes so I found her a charity that needed jumpers knitted for penguins that had been caught in oil slicks.(It stops them ingesting oil, until they can be washed)