I refuse to be a brood mare.

I’ve had issues with my mother in the past few months that resulted in more than a few fights and the inevitable refusal to give her any information on my choice to get sterilized. As you can probably tell, she doesn’t approve.

While the rest of my family and friends have been supportive, I still get the occasional “but what if…” or “happy accident” comment from extended family when the topic comes up. I don’t think that they truly understand the depth of my refusal to procreate.

I will not risk my sanity or health for the benefit of a parasite I will come to hate because I didn’t not want it to begin with. If I happen to become pregnant, I have an entire alphabet of plans to get rid of it and if I can’t, I would rather die than give birth. I am highly phobic of parasites and a fetus is the worst kind because no one would force me to care for a tapeworm, but a fetus?

I know I’m not the only uterus bearing individual with this sentiment. Death is by far preferable to the lasting and often irreversible damage that pregnancy and birth can cause. No one can force me to do it against my will because I will go out on my own terms and with my sanity intact.

I refuse to be a brood mare.