Childless not by choice.

My carers asked me the other day if I could have kids. I’m used to the questions about my condition people like to know and I like to tell, but I don’t like that one. I answered it, because it’s easier just to answer it. But I hate being asked it.

Technically, medically speaking there shouldn’t be a reason I can’t have children but life is so much more complicated than that. The question is just hard and I wish people wouldn’t ask it.

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