Other People’s Children

Thoughts on Climate Change, an ever increasing world population and the conundrum it creates, expressed via the pressures of social media:

I wish other people
Would stop expecting me
To be happy for them
When they have children
In a world overpopulated
Full of pollution
Yes
Yes
Yes
I fucking get it
That’s what people do
When they fuck too
I’m not trying to object
To personal decisions
Justified by the millions
Reproducing before you
Just saying don’t assume
Me to be all over the moon
Or social media with congrats
And little emoji balloons
Sure
Sure
Sure
What about the cure
For when we are old
What a horrid world
It would be
Left to our own
Senile devices
No nurses to care
About changing bed covers
Or pushing meds in at one end
While wiping bums down the other
Here I’m happy to agree
But
But
But
Think of their children!
How the offspring
Of them
Will head into oblivion
The planet condemned
Way before time  
Thanks to our
Actually your
Gallivanting

However!
All that said
I will stand up and applaud instead
If your option
Is a matter of adoption

The question of having children per se is a feature of my upcoming book (watch this space!). When starting down that particular contemplative route many moons ago, it was considered an outrageous thing to doubt; people, particularly women, lumbered with an expectation to have them, that if not happily submitting to would likely have them thought of as weird, odd, even soulless and uncaring; as though these children yet to be born were somewhere waiting happily expectant only to be told, no, the parents lined up for you have decided against, so you’ll just have to fade back to nothing in the imaginations feeling you were owed an entrance into the world in the first place.

Today being ‘anti-natal’ is no longer so taboo, though for the most part only within circles of younger people. According to an article in the Guardian, the biggest study yet on climate anxiety has revealed nearly four in ten people aged 16 to 25 are ‘hesitant’ to have children.

If finishing The Medusa Protocol series in the time envisioned when beginning, I could’ve claimed being ahead of the curve. As it stands, I merely ride upon a current wave, and to be fair, the concern shown is ‘hesitant’, not a concrete: ‘No, I will not be inflicting life on someone who didn’t consent or adding it to a planet currently straining under the burden of that already here!’

If someone came up with a miracle cure for Climate Change tomorrow that hesitancy would no longer have any foundation; still, while my peers and elders will likely frown upon my musings, across the board I might find some friends, unlike when publishing Things that might be better left unsaid.

With thanks to Piron Guillaume for the header image and Tyler Nix for the one just above; much appreciated x

Thanks for reading 🙂

N. P. Ryan

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The following is an account of true events: the names of those involved have been changed (including the dog’s).

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