Squeezing a new human out your body. That seems like trying to shit out a Playstation. I'm glad I'll never have to do that, and I don't ever want to inflict that on anybody else.

But wanting to remain childless restricts dating options at my age (43). Many women either want children or already have them. I don't want children of my own, and I certainly don't want to look after somebody else's.

It's bad enough when I have to cope with someone's screaming child in a shop. Imagine having to deal with that 24 hours a day. I'd rather repeatedly punch myself in the face until I pass out.